Call of the Gods

[Intro: Buddha Monk (Born U Majesty)] You're savage wit, below average, non-solidated liquid cabbage I blast quick, televise it to those minds that's celebate Now document it, on this day Zu's gospel written (Yo Buddha I can hear you) Like Adam and Eve where all fruit were forbidden (Sounds travels 1,123 feet per second) Enter my perimeter, I'ma destroy all you sinners Wrap around you like anaconda, now ya voicebox becomes volume! [Born U Majesty] Test this, bless this, it's priceless God Cypher Divine, 5% I represent Nation of Gods and Earths, seeds, original first Sun, moon and stars, original black Gods Sixteen shades'll show and prove who you are Sixteen gold, basically, when you were stole Bought and sold, and tossed all over the fucking globe I won't fold, better breathe just like ya cold Six hundred years of Yakub's 'fro matter Motion and speed, grafted seed, break the spleen [Buddha Monk] If thirteen men, enter the battle, Manchu Mongolians My evil forces within would tell me to kill again You're savage, below average, non-solidated liquid cabbage I blast quick, televise it to those minds that's celebate Now document it, on this day Zu's gospel written Like Adam and Eve where all fruit were forbidden Enter my perimeter, I'ma destroy all you sinners Wrap around you like anaconda, now ya voicebox becomes volume! [Professor King Bean] I blaze tracks like lightning, shit's frightening I get hype, just from the talk of fighting Buddha Monk, Manchuz, B.K., plus the Zu Now who's gonna win this battle here? I say you There's your anti-thoughts though, I see you fought slow My motto, get gold, then fuck a hoe We, got this shit locked, yeah, all in a smash You get in the way, feel the mega-ton blast, nigga [Chorus: Lee-Major] It started when them cats came back from the cave, nigga Used to be slave nigga, now I'm brave, nigga Hanging with Gravediggaz and two gold triggers Time to realize, a mind, body and soul is bigger [Babyface Fensta] Got styles and miles, of a New Jersey Drive Pierce like syringes, if it's war, yo I'm in the trenches Public Enemy #1, hit the bank, job done On the run from c-cypher, still serve pipers Later that night, I hit the club, flick my Bic Pick a chick I could creep with, my life, in containment Still sell drugs, with three arraignments Fuck it, street money, po-po blocking it Gotta build, legal conglomerates, ain't no stopping it Gotta feed and educate the babies, so I run rabid like rabies Niggas can't fuck with my grammer If I was a bitch I'd be a bad mamajama [G-Note$] Your music sounds like Loops of Fruit, kicks dissolve 808, sore, six doors, American Tale, feeble calls Was West, pray to the East, the Sun don't rise, plant ya feet We eat ground turkey meat, carnivore was tranqued, original peachtree Drunk-ass poetry, in the clouds style Zu assassins Duck-Lo quietly, strategy, outburst violently Finitely, Brooklyn displays how it was tooken Tracks is utensils, niggas stencil art In war paint and, perimeter was an open lane Intoxicated blows, is rugged like fatigue wearing hoes Yo, pick your play action [Chorus] [Drunken Dragon] I cross ya ass like a Soddomite in pale moon light Cuz to me ya all sounding like bitches on the mic It's official, verbal pistol ripping ya bone gristle Invisible move like stealth missles, undetected Catch it if ya can, man, listen, shit is getting hot in my kitchen Baking lots of chicken, with Lord Buddha Monk kicking a can of ass-whippings It's a barbecue with Ol' Dirt and the Zu, bring the L-I-Q We gon' drink 'til we drop, smoke pot, from the finest weed spot You need not, act like you insane, I spit flames Shame the devil and the demons in ya brain [Lee-Major] Yo, your raps brought back negative feedback My mind explores at where your inhibitions is lost at I sour tracks, win beats, flip through loops I'm with an ace even if my style threw a deuce I teach the truth to the youth Before you should attack your central nerve system Leaving brain damage and addiction Through forced lyrical infliction, reality's what you missing Baby, do you remember me from "Follow Me"? Just-I-Cee-Equality, with these thoughts I leave explosions, overdosing off the Lord's potions Got some shit delf-defined, some shit I won't mention You don't need to be trying Make fake rappers don't wanna-be's, bitches 'tract to the wack meat With this ghetto fashion, actual faction Beats flashing, style fly like Jane flashing Flows clashing, holding this mic triangular Freestyle strangler, baby [Outro: Professor King Bean] Yo, y'all muthafuckas step y'all shit up