The Prophecy

Typed by: Masta10304@HotMail.Com<br><br>[Intro: Buddha Monk]<br>Allah is God, We came here to travel<br>and speak the truth to those who do not know themselves.<br>We do the knowledge to everythin in our existence<br>and expense forth the truth. If you cannnot stand on your<br>own two feet, what must be done? Nothin, you shall die<br>in your own inequity. I want y`all to feel me.<br>Let Allah take this path to teach the truth to those<br>who do not know themselves.<br><br>[BabyFace Fensta]<br>Heat like a pressure cooker<br>hard-boiled, like an egg, mad that they over-looked ya<br>Damn, shit never go right for a nigga like me<br>All my plots and schemes pretty much shattered dreams<br>Forced to re-evaluate my situation, realization<br>I`m 5% of the original nation who know the truth<br>The youth nowadays are color-coded, minds eroded<br>like rust on bumpers of old Chevy`s from 1962<br>I used to cop `em, but I had to drop `em<br>Get aboard shaky ground, still I roam the compound<br>like the Saint, remember who I am<br>I might just rob the bank in your town<br>Went from sleepin in crates on Quincy Street<br>Never havin a refridgerator full of food to eat<br>Fallin out the windows of East New York<br>Was knowledge, understandin when I stoppin eatin pork<br><br>[Spiritual Assassin of Zu Manchuz]<br>Yo, pictures record my wonder years<br>The narrator, I write like diaries and journals<br>Layin with the bitch too much, swimmin in pools of pussy<br>mentally takes you out your zone, I`m livin un-satisfied<br>My eyes want to see gold bars in my palm<br>More suedes Clark`s, the Fonz is poetry, Islam is science<br>Project shrimp scatters the grounds, whips and tyrants<br>Everyday`s the same palace shit like the total thumper<br>Second time on this planet, things tooken for granted<br>Advantage, presto, don`t settle for less, strictly quality garments<br>Yo, exercise your right to bear arms, peace to salute the prostitutes<br>constitution, precious moments in her life<br>from stark 8, eternal is life, extremely fast<br><br>[Buddha Monk]<br>Yo, this life`s full of savagery and the devil`s still after me<br>I drink Bacardi to set the mind free, puff trees in the black teepee<br>I`m still hurtin from the shit the devil`s still servin<br>It feels like a sayonce, but I`m trapped in chaos<br>Yo, me, oh, my it`s chaos, livin in my hive<br>Back up, back up, for this time you must die<br><br>[Chorus: Drunken Dragon of Zu Manchuz]<br>I`ve watched niggaz get shot rocked, they cold ass locked up<br>in cells blocks, days of our lives, cheatin wives<br>Takin half a nigga`s pie, enemies in disguise<br>Take ya clientel, ya girl and leave ya with the lies<br><br>[Manly Musa of Zu Ninjaz]<br>Yo, my Fam`s Royal, hot like rotten camels in the desert<br>Drinkin rum, by these naked bitches rubbin me with baby oil<br>We all loyal with big gats, connect like seeds and soil bean with soil<br>Where all my nigga now wigs at? Jim hat, where shorty at with no kids at?<br>Like armored trucks with 25 bricks, I wanna stick that<br>Bein broke gave me the ice grill, If I can`t smoke, I might ill<br>fight a dyke for tryin to steal<br>>From all my niggaz who can`t grab, ain`t no fun robbin and can`t brag<br>cop grams and hand bags<br>That`s like life with no map, a Dolja soldier on the wrong path<br>tryin to road block the road to riches<br>If you got somethin, maintain what you go left<br>cuz the only thing to fear in this world is life or death<br><br>[Redz of Zu Ninjaz]<br>Yo, this dream`ll leave you fiendin for weight and a triple beam<br>Life`s a scheme, so, you add it all up and got your plans to square off<br>Who was your man and bet this, I`m reckless on your high style`s check list<br>I dead this through bloody wars, government laws, iritatin like sours<br>but soon to heal the ghetto neigborhoods where hittin steal<br>Ain`t no peace, young ones blasted by the beast<br>I`m from the east where each and every teach<br>You`ll feel it in your physical, mental credentials, fuck a nigga who sell, <br>right?<br>It was simple, my crew leave a stain where they start<br>A half moon when we depart, a full moon when the L sparks<br>You got to love it, some say the good and ugly live on high society`s<br>made us, fuck what you say, they played us<br>9 servants, but feelin better when I`m goin for life<br>in my man`s ride, that`s yo` man, right?<br><br>[Buddha Monk]<br>You was my a-alike, cuz stars will like to shine so bright<br>Now you smoke crack pipes, sell ya whips for low price<br>Yo, what`s wrong with you? M-O was known for jig-able<br>You had a crew, especially known to kill for you<br>Now you fucked up and no one even has a small clue<br>how you fell off and caught to these low down crack blues<br>That`s why I sing this song, I`ll keep holdin on<br>It makes me stay strong and hold this fort down with firearms<br>His life`s pathetic for my man Nine, don`t even sweat it<br>I`ma help ya ass out, no need for things, but don`t forget it<br>cuz maybe on this cross road, I could take this same load<br>and who can help my ass out on a path to receive higher gold?<br><br>[Chorus (x2)]<br><br>[Outro: Drunken Dragon of Zu Manchuz]<br>...nigga!!!