Blazin'

Zu Ninjaz

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    [Intro: Buddha Monk]
    Blazin'! Blazin'!
    Ye-yeah, yo, yo, yo
    Blaze.. check this shit out!
    Yo yo...

    [Chorus: Buddha Monk]
    Blazin', hooks and traps, shit is amazin'!
    (Do or die, nigga, you fuck around, die die nigga)
    Blazin', hooks and traps, shit is amazin'!
    (Yo my nigga fly by nigga)
    Blazin', hooks and traps, shit is amazin'!
    (Feel The Swarm niggas the fuckin' Duck Lo, nigga)
    Blazin', hooks and traps, shit is amazin'!
    (Do or die, nigga, you fuck around, die die nigga)

    [Celo]
    Bruise crews in ya brand new shoes
    Lessons and jewels, eliminatin' all you wack crews
    And rap crews with styles softere than styrofoam
    I use an originality, suicidal like Ray Coon
    Lyrical theifs bitin' my shit, you lose teeth
    I smoke the beef like herb wrapped in a leaf with Popa Chief
    Scott but hands glittered, like the language at Babel Tower
    With the continents after the black load with flush shower
    Ninjaz swing swords at you players and player haters
    Doin' shows in fancy clothes, pimp hats and shiny gators
    Perpetrators I bomb ya track with hooks and traps
    Killin' you cats with all truth, actual facts

    [Hook Ninja]
    (Ordinarily, steadily) enormally, precisely
    Slowly break down ya stamina and crush ya weak ass character
    It's the itty bitty busta, the unidentifiable
    I'm better, from drug dealer, cap pealer
    Entrepreneur, rapper slash actor on ya TV screen
    4-5-6 the guillotine, chop ya head off clean
    Then flee the murder scene, I mean with this lyrical line I rhyme
    It's the Ninja, props from the exit to the enter
    With the same old wear that I wore last year
    A little lighter, less food, more beer
    Pocket full of wooden nickels
    Printed in culture deal pickels, fans still cuz you fickle
    Do ya best shit it tickles, haha
    The world gonna laugh at you, said it again
    Like the waistband in panties, niggaz is feminine
    Bring it back like actual facts, pass it to me
    You might not get it back!

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    [Buddha Monk]
    Nigga shut the fuck up, pass the blunt
    Uh, yuh, there he go again, look
    Puff, puff, nigga puff puff pass
    What's wrong with you?
    I don't wanna hear that shit, nigga please!

    [Raw]
    Ya now entered to the Ninjaz Habitat, camouflaged in black
    We attack from the back (Feel the swarm!)
    Lyrical ambush begins, swords spin like whirlwinds
    That constantly extend (Yo Duck Lo!)
    Don't deal with hoes who choose to blow they nose
    Fake niggaz with no dough posin' at our shows
    Yeah, I pioneer my hits from last year
    Masterpieces in stereo to lace up the radio
    My authority overrules the majority
    Indescent inpurities, slaughter for my orderlies
    My Ninjaz build like knights of the round table
    Fertilize ya third eye if ya mind's unstable
    Bust ya bluffs with slugs, wear ya hooks with rapper cables
    My Zu's untamed, murderin' gangs with record labels

    [Chorus: Buddha Monk]
    Blazin', hooks and traps, shit is amazin'! Extreme!
    Yo yo Blazin', hooks and traps, shit is amazin'!
    (Do or die, nigga, you fuck around, die die nigga)
    Blazin', hooks and traps, shit is amazin'!
    (The swarm nigga feel the fuckin' Duck Lo nigga)
    Blazin', hooks and traps, shit is amazin'!
    Extreme assault.. yo, yo

    [5 Foot Hyper Sniper]
    Yo fuck you, you and you
    You say you on point? You actin' like the next man
    You got me starvin' and why you harvestin'
    off of cash and truck jewelry? I need God degree
    New wears? You don't care, you got me annoyed
    Equality, ya foul ain't shit!
    You stunk six, half the time you goin' raw in these Brooklyn tricks
    You was born to ride dicks like them bitches in porno flicks
    Why you ridin' my shit? Cuz I love to make hits
    With thirty Zu misfits dressed in Ninja outfits
    Take control like cop picks, relax while I rock shit
    Ninjaz got that hot shit for mics like chocolate

    [Popa Chief]
    It's about pickin' through the right place at the right time
    With ya right rhyme, Ninjaz stand on the gold mine
    Flippin' the scripts, ninety-eight Tales from the Crypts
    Bigger pools, bigger sips, international trips
    Bigger arrows, bigger tips, ghetto antics
    Combine with Ninja tactics, scientific, pornographic flicks get fetched
    Don't believe it? You better check my statistics
    Bust it, Popa Chief, far from a beginner
    Breakin' the seam, disappear in thin air
    Leavin' the rest of 'em, green with envy
    or at least with jealously cuz my team ain't friendly
    It's not my fault I'm the lyrical Pathfinder
    Like Beavis and Butthead, Doing America
    Trailblazin', arson braisin'
    A hero like Hogan, rippin' the illest slogans
    We represent like the Nation of Domination!

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