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[Intro: Buddha Monk] Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha... Minds start to freeze, believe It's the Wu-Tang, Killa 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 [Chorus: 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 ass like lava Letras de cancionesMagma, plus you can't bust my crust They call me road runner, I leave that ass in the dust I give the heat from beneath the Earth's core Six million and fifty degrees, maybe more Overground mounds, metallic minerals I melt flesh, leaving mother fuckers 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 nigga sleep I saw with the glasses, thick like molasses Now I breathe and exhale the poison gasses [Chorus] [Drunken Dragon:] Now take this, I hit you with the Drunken Dragon Fist Got the punk for your mind leaving niggaz 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 ass back to class, learn something So you can peep the real shit, and you can stop fronting On your phony block, with your phony glock until you slip When niggaz burn the drama they put teks on your lips Hey son, I just thought about that shit 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? " cause [Chorus] [Buddha Monk:] Back the fuck up before I use my gat Spray two to your mat, and four to your back It's the hardcore warrior, straight from Medina Look on my face it shows, no one meaner Brooklyn Zu Killa Bees on the swarm I be in your area so sound the alarm Monks in the front know not to fuck with drunk Knocking down niggaz, and the girl sees the lump Shit 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 skill No snags in my thoughts, no time for my to trip up Niggaz, your crazy, I leave no fucking traces When I put it on that ass you'll be desintegrated Crazy lunatic with the style that's sick Somebody in my click is bound to set a pick Your hit, by this trife shit that I fix I'm just like the devil, I don't play no tricks, cause [Chorus] [Hook] [Outro: Buddha Monk] Yeah, 1 2 Yeah, 170 New York Ave. Ha ha ha Peace to my brothers And my nigga wack Yo I love you niggaz My little nephew Peace to my steez Peace to my Earth Do that shit nigga Do that shit nigga There's too many tables For you to fuck with me Keep it real Mother fucker, pack steel Don't fuck with me Keep it real out there yo Check it, it's the Ol' Dirty Bastard, I love you nigga I love you It's gonna happen boy Just watch for my shit From Letras Mania