Buddha Monk - Gots Like Come on Thru (Original Version) lyrics

[Intro: Buddha Monk] Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha... Minds start to freeze, believe It's the Wu-Tang, k**a Bees (Brooklyn Zoo) Truths, Coming at your avenue 36 chambers that are fitted in you When you thought it couldn't happen We gonna take you to a new level, of hip-hop [Hook: all] Wu, Gots like come on through Su, That's the call of the Wu Zu, Gots like come on through Su, That's the call for the Zu [Hook: all] If you're from the east coast and You're down with Brooklyn Zu Su, That's the call for your crew If you're from the west coast and You're down with Brooklyn Zu Su, That's the call for your crew [Espionage] Now call me heat miser blue in my top, you're not wiser The lyrical rhymer, I burn that a** like lava Magma, plus you can't bust my crust They call me road runner, I leave that a** in the dust I drink the heat from beneath the Earth's core Six million and fifty degrees, maybe more Overground mounds, metallic minerals I melt flesh, leaving mother f**ers in the mess My crustal plate, you can't separate My collosal force, BLAST, you're off course Riding molten rock, I can flow non-stop Condense with sea water, watch me spin like a top For miles and miles deep, you can't endure the heat Be the first to run, or the last n***a sleep I saw with the gla**es, thick like mola**es Now I breathe and exhale the poison ga**es [Hook] [Drunken Dragon] Now take this, I hit you with the Drunken Dragon Fist Got the funk for your mind leaving n***as in bliss I look deep into your eyes, deeper than your soul Pulling out the inner thoughts, leave minds behold I know exactly what your thinking, I wait for you to blink And I hit you with a round to make your ego start sinking I send your wack a** back to cla**, learn something So you can peep the real sh**, and you can stop fronting On your phony block, with your phony Glock until you slip When n***as burn the drama they put teks on your lips Hey son, I just thought about that sh** And you wanna be a gangsta rapper, boy you get the dick The Drunken Dragon, coming at you And if I hear you say Brooklyn Zu, I say "Yo, who you, cuz?" [Hook] [Buddha Monk] Back the f** up before I use my gat Spray two to your neck, and four to your back It's the hardcore warrior, straight from Medina Look on my face it shows, no one meaner Brooklyn Zu k**a Bees on the swarm I be in your area so sound the alarm(Suuu) Monks in the front know not to f** with drunk Knocking down n***as, and the girl sees the lump sh** is real, yes I'm hitting hard like steel I'm coming through your town so it's best that you peel For real, yes I get dirty with my sk** No snags in my thoughts, no time for my to trip up n***as, your crazy, I leave no f**ing traces When I put it on that a** you'll be desintegrated Crazy lunatic with the style that's sick Somebody in my clique is bound to set a pick Your hit, by this trife sh** that I fix I'm just like the devil, I don't play no tricks, cuz [Hook] [Hook All] [Outro: Buddha Monk] Yeah, 1 2 Yeah, 170 New York Ave Ha ha ha Peace to my brothers And my n***a wack Yo I love you n***as My little nephew Peace to my steez Peace to my Earth Do that sh** n***a Do that sh** n***a There's too many tables For you to f** with me Keep it real Mother f**er, pack steel Don't f** with me Keep it real out there yo Check it, it's the Ol' Dirty ba*tard, I love you n***a I love you It's gonna happen boy Just watch for my sh**