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Spark Somebody Up

Buddha Monk

The Prophecy

118

Rap

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* promo version "Fuck Somebody Up" had slightly different With "Fuck" instead of "Spark" [Intro: Buddha Monk, (computerized deep voice), [sampled singer]] (all hip hop acknowledge, prepare to embark the known) [Oooooohhhh) News flash: they just let my ass out the damn door Umm.. (yea) [Chorus: Sampled singer] You gonna make me spark somebody up (Yo, you, you and you) If ya keep on doin the things ya dooooo (That's right, everybody) You gonna make me spark somebody up (I mean you and you and you) If ya keep on doin the things you are dooooin, don't wanna do it (Don't do It) [Buddha Monk] Yo, I'm tired of these niggas in this industry Procrastinate to assassinate me, what you high off some trees? I figure ya said that cuz yo' bitch was on yo' back Dead that, this vigilante wit' swords gon' come and chop down yo' facts I stand amongst he square with a youth, phony prevail Anythin other than that nigga, just condemned by Hell Is you slick just to do the shit like Buddhists? Heather B, three hundred sixty degrees, level move this My audio shells is my surface and my third eye covered by mucus Oh, so there's a hundred-eight pressure points, I'm sorry ya didn't know This Ha, ya hopeless, also soon to be homeless Ya betta sit back and start taken fuckin dough to this My dosage, sick like white lotus, don't never quote this Realize this tritan is mad ferocious For the minute, I rolls out my Old Earth's home Thug life became known and sold drugs like Al Capone So, you'se a so-called thug nigga, here's a slug for ya wigga How ya figure? Ya test the style that was born to be wit' ya I was born to be bad, the Brooklyn Zu, Thief of Bagdad Lay yo' ass on the grass, and gimme all ya fuckin cash! Cuz.. [Chorus: Sampled singer, (Buddha Monk)] You gonna make me spark somebody up (Yo, you, you and you) If ya keep on doin the things ya dooooo (Don't make me do it!) You gonna make me spark somebody up (You know who I be, nigga, what?!) If ya keep on doin the things you are dooooin, don't wanna do it! (Level seven) [Buddha Monk] Yo, to each and every men, call yo' ten best friends And watch this verbal murder just start to begin Ha, like winds, my style enters yo' anatomy Reconstruct yo' mind, niggas, and shake to' bone cavity Are you mad at me? Take yo' ass to Buddha Monk's academy Get a crash-test course, nothin new for the G-O-D You so silent, so silent then don't do it For to be all bad, plus styes that run up like blood fluid Yo, I'm true to this, wet rap flows like breakin mucus Hit you so hard, it feels like a shift in yo' uterus Have no clue to this? Oh, Buddha Monk's just movin in this mist Yo, it's pure verbal murder when I get into yo' shiiiit [Chorus: Sampled singer, (Buddha Monk)] You gonna make me spark somebody up (hahahaha) If ya keep on doin the things ya dooooo (Level ten) You gonna make me spark somebody up (I mean you and you and you) If ya keep on doin the things you are dooooin, dont wanna do it! [Buddha Monk] Watch these whirlwind kicks, we move forward this very day You pray that our kills it on yo' whole family This technique that we speak seeps inside the devil's teeth Now you're body's been breached by the seven-dotten priest Stop the lyin, all hail to the God that's now residin To teach the new souls the nightmares of lost foes I move worst than Babylon, son I'll tally up ya arm Throw this knowledge like windstorms, crown the sovreigns that bear arms We Manchuz, Masta Allah Rahmel now sees you And the Zig-Zag-Zag, seven fly picture this pyramid Can't erase this shit I gave you from the devil, the triple-six Manchuz not duck low while Brooklyn Zu make body blows Hide your feet on hot coals, North Star fourty-eight track impose Lyrics assassin strike low, Buddha Monk is above the law! Now it's war! Things ain't just peace no more You niggas hit the floor floor, face the, face the floor, floor [Chorus: Sampled singer, (Buddha Monk)] Say, you gonna (you) You gonna... (you and you and you) You gonna, ya gonna.. (what you gonna do?) Ya gonna make me spark somebody up (Buddha Monk, you've done it again) If ya keep on doin the things ya dooooo (I don't wanna, yes, I don't wanna!) You gonna make me spark somebody up (This is dedicated to all those who think I'm a real MC) I don't wanna do it, yo, don't wanna do it! [Outro: computerized high-pitched voice] Buddha Monk, you just keep bangin em funky You just keep bangin em funky You know you a crazy cat, right? Yes, that's right, baby Huh-huh-huh-huh, yea...
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