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Buddha Monk – Spark Somebody Up lyrics
promo* version "fuck somebody up" had slightly different With
"fuck" instead of "spark" [intro
buddha: monk (computerized, deep voice) sampled,(all
hip hop acknowledge prepare, to embark the known) oooooohhhh)
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 niggaz in this industry Procrastinate
to assassinate me what, you high off some trees I?
figure ya said that 'cause 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 'cause!
[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 niggaz, 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 don't, 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
niggaz 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,
"fuck" instead of "spark" [intro
buddha: monk (computerized, deep voice) sampled,
hip hop acknowledge prepare, to embark the known) oooooohhhh)
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 niggaz in this industry Procrastinate
to assassinate me what, you high off some trees I?
figure ya said that 'cause 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 'cause!
[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 niggaz, 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 don't, 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
niggaz 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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