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buddhists?
Heather be	, three hundred sixty degrees, level move this
My audio shells is my surface and my third eye covered by mucus
Oh, so there's
[Chorus x3: Buddha Monk]
Prepare for the prophecy

[Buddha Monk]
Yea, to all challengers, let's begin

I be the holder of flows like air seepin
This is the third of June, 1988
A highly unimportant day
Some airplane gliding into one of the bigger clouds over Manhattan
In a downtown far
ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots
and drug spots, well if you're too poor to move out
or get a new house, it's like livin in a war walkin through
live off it for three days
And when it's done, who's the next victim today
I'm trife nigga, and I don't live by BIBLE life 
I yap the nigga ripe then
ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots
and drug spots, well if you're too poor to move out
or get a new house, it's like livin in a war walkin through
One, two, now
Those 3 plus years, I was so proud of
And I threw ‘'em all away for 2 Styrofoam cups
The irony, everyone will think that he lied to me
One, two, now
Those 3 plus years, I was so proud of
And I threw ‘'em all away for 2 Styrofoam cups
The irony, everyone will think that he lied
it out in stores)

Timbaland:
It's about 5:15 got a call from Weezie West
Timbaland you have a check on my desk
You must pick it up by 7
[Chorus: Macy Gray]
Intoxicated and I'm faded, by your honey
Why, we finally made it, got to lovin'
Money, seeds and shine
They want to hate it,
[Chorus: Macy Gray]
Intoxicated and I'm faded, by your honey
Why, we finally made it, got to lovin'
Money, seeds and shine
They want to hate it,
permission
And I think I’m feelin you friend so let’s pull a switcheroo
Fucking you since 1 or 2
Out the door by 3 or 4
Who I share the dick with, shut yo
of the other  my brother.. 
Yo  check this out  

Early natives related to throwns of David  
Captured by some patriots  and thrown on slave ships  
They
could run the fuck opponent, gotten with the glitches
The swiftness, hit the spots that are vital
Shake the ground decent, like 3 sticks of dyno
 
My
[Chorus: Macy Gray]
Intoxicated and I'm faded, by your honey
Why, we finally made it, got to lovin'
Money, seeds and shine
They want to hate it,
was known as the snake spirit] YEAHhhhhh

[Verse Five: Buddah Monk]
Lyrics, never waitin, twelve days, penetrated
When I come with the ruffness, mad
that brooklyn shit
It's the day

Yeah we gonna da that shit
We gonna give it to them in style right'
Yeah yeah

China, who we rock one for
Who we rock
words and act lyrical, make me get spiritual
Make me believe in miracles, Buddhist monks and Captain Crunch cereal
Lord have mercy, thou will not hurt
touch funk may day man with 808 trunk
Ghostface tape bump, tooly clutched, Tony Robbins mantra mouth escape monk
Mega-magnetic MRI fingers scanning
with my wiz 
Now she dead with my kids 
I live by the subway, niggas push drugs in my hallway 
All day everyday tryin to get the pay 
And I be tryin'
will suffer my wrath.

[Buddha Monk]
It's assassination day, so the devil now prays
That the bombs from this God don't sound no alarms
Now y'all stay