Spark Somebody Up

Buddha Monk

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    [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 niggaz 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)

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    [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, 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 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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    Composición: Huff Leon, Gamble Kenny, Buddha Monk y Edward Jackson

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