| I want the whole entire Clan
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| I want that shit to sound like it was stompin, for real
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| At ease, 10−4
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| There’s only one that will? |
| to have the powers of truth
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| I want my soldiers to be dignified soldiers (Sir, yes, sir!)
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| I want you to march forward and bring forth the truth
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| I want you to go forth at 1,200 feet per a second
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| My troops are you ready? |
| (Sir, yes, sir!)
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| Buddha Monk? |
| (Yes, sir)
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| I want you to show and prove the powers that the ???
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| Are you ready ??? |
| (Yes, sir)
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| Pick up the pace!
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| Take your left foot up!
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| You must be crazy to sacrifice your life against this Manchu'
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| I bomb you with the tactics, and I don’t warn bastards
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| So think fast, watch this God cut like glass
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| Bring your frame fast and make you do the thirty yard dash
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| That’s yo' ass, my kills make me the last man that stands
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| It’s that Brooklyn Zu, damn, they want you to raise your fuckin hands
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| I’m equipped with some shit that’s dark, kill light like an eclipse
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| Now bow down to this God, and all wish you will give to I
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| Then infiltrate, I make moves like an earthquake
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| Make them bitches get down and pass it to you on a slate
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| Then my oddessey sees many Gods, I thought I see you flinch
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| Don’t mind him, yo, drag him, punch him in his shit!
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| Assassin with quick slashin, verbal smashin
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| There’s no need to be askin, who be burnin you fuckin bastards
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| I’m mastered, and I’ll attack like a praying mantis
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| So visualize these words, over across seas enhance it
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| You’re banished, the retro-scale shows a hundred percent damage
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| Most niggas parish from fuckin with the Brooklyn Zu elements!
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| Don’t never fuck with the Brooklyn Zu elements!
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| All my soldiers, stand forth!
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| Show no fear!
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| Pick up your feet!
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| Now there needs to be some teachin goin on!
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| Are you ready ???
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| Alright, enough of nice, this next recite
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| Take life niggas, and burn slowly down your windpipe
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| Sharp as ever, hellbound Brooklyn Zu predator
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| Whatever, we can get down in any weather
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| I’m a marksman, fat, round, royal blood kin
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| Dirty psycho trend, (SUUUUUU!) here come the Brooklyn Zu men
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| There’s a thousand men rushin in on one way, how can you win?
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| Monk accompanied by X-Men and 4 psychos who’ll babble off your shin
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| I’m tired of y’all heathin, schemin to make me start leakin
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| The first nigga open his mouth is the first nigga to start bleedin
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| Yo, I mean this, I’m like a Q-Tip cleanin out yo' penis
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| And most of you niggas will rotate around me like you’re fuckin Venus
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| At ease, here’s a tissue for your nose bleed
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| Watch this Zu God seize, like seeds, that of Johnny Appleseed
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| You wanna battle? |
| First power, I see, hears you
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| Defy the laws of gravity, then my brain injects in you!
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| Now! |