Buddha Monk - East Side Story Lyrics
[intro: buddha monk]Allah is god, we came here to travelAnd speak the truth to those who do not know themselves.We do the knowledge to everythin in our existenceAnd expense forth the truth. if you cannnot stand on yourOwn two feet, what must be done? nothin, you shall dieIn your own inequity. I want yall to feel me.Let allah take this path to teach the truth to thoseWho do not know themselves.[babyface fensta]Heat like a pressure cookerHard-boiled, like an egg, mad that they over-looked yaDamn, shit never go right for a nigga like meAll my plots and schemes pretty much shattered dreamsForced to re-evaluate my situation, realizationIm 5% of the original nation who know the truthThe youth nowadays are color-coded, minds erodedLike rust on bumpers of old chevys from 1962I used to cop em, but I had to drop emGet aboard shaky ground, still I roam the compoundLike the saint, remember who I amI might just rob the bank in your townWent from sleepin in crates on quincy streetNever havin a refridgerator full of food to eatFallin out the windows of east new yorkWas knowledge, understandin when I stoppin eatin pork[spiritual assassin of zu manchuz]Yo, pictures record my wonder yearsThe narrator, I write like diaries and journalsLayin with the ***** too much, swimmin in pools of *****Mentally takes you out your zone, Im livin un-satisfiedMy eyes want to see gold bars in my palmMore suedes clarks, the fonz is poetry, islam is scienceProject shrimp scatters the grounds, whips and tyrantsEverydays the same palace shit like the total thumperSecond time on this planet, things tooken for grantedAdvantage, presto, dont settle for less, strictly quality garmentsYo, exercise your right to bear arms, peace to salute the prostitutesConstitution, precious moments in her lifeFrom stark 8, eternal is life, extremely fast[buddha monk]Yo, this lifes full of savagery and the devils still after meI drink bacardi to set the mind free, puff trees in the black teepeeIm still hurtin from the shit the devils still servinIt feels like a sayonce, but Im trapped in chaosYo, me, oh, my its chaos, livin in my hiveBack up, back up, for this time you must die[chorus: drunken dragon of zu manchuz]Ive watched niggaz get shot rocked, they cold ass locked upIn cells blocks, days of our lives, cheatin wivesTakin half a niggas pie, enemies in disguiseTake ya clientel, ya girl and leave ya with the lies[manly musa of zu ninjaz]Yo, my fams royal, hot like rotten camels in the desertDrinkin rum, by these ***** *****es rubbin me with baby oilWe all loyal with big gats, connect like seeds and soil bean with soilWhere all my nigga now wigs at? jim hat, where shorty at with no kids at?Like armored trucks with 25 bricks, I wanna stick thatBein broke gave me the ice grill, if I cant smoke, I might illFight a dyke for tryin to steal>from all my niggaz who cant grab, aint no fun robbin and cant bragCop grams and hand bagsThats like life with no map, a dolja soldier on the wrong pathTryin to road block the road to richesIf you got somethin, maintain what you go leftCuz the only thing to fear in this world is life or death[redz of zu ninjaz]Yo, this dreamll leave you fiendin for weight and a triple beamLifes a scheme, so, you add it all up and got your plans to square offWho was your man and bet this, Im reckless on your high styles check listI dead this through bloody wars, government laws, iritatin like soursBut soon to heal the ghetto neigborhoods where hittin stealAint no peace, young ones blasted by the beastIm from the east where each and every teachYoull feel it in your physical, mental credentials, ***** a nigga who sell,Right?It was simple, my crew leave a stain where they startA half moon when we depart, a full moon when the l sparksYou got to love it, some say the good and ugly live on high societysMade us, ***** what you say, they played us9 servants, but feelin better when Im goin for lifeIn my mans ride, thats yo man, right?[buddha monk]You was my a-alike, cuz stars will like to shine so brightNow you smoke crack pipes, sell ya whips for low priceYo, whats wrong with you? m-o was known for jig-ableYou had a crew, especially known to kill for youNow you *****ed up and no one even has a small clueHow you fell off and caught to these low down crack bluesThats why I sing this song, Ill keep holdin onIt makes me stay strong and hold this fort down with firearmsHis lifes pathetic for my man nine, dont even sweat itIma help ya ass out, no need for things, but dont forget itCuz maybe on this cross road, I could take this same loadAnd who can help my ass out on a path to receive higher gold?[chorus (x2)][outro: drunken dragon of zu manchuz]...nigga!!!
