Artist: Buddha Monk f/ Drunken Dragon, Espionage
Album:  Prophecy Reloaded
Song:   Gots Like Come on Thru (Premix)
Typed by: Tha Masta

[Intro: Buddha Monk]
Ahahahaha... minds start to freeze, at ease
It's the Wu-Tang Killa Beez
Brooklyn Zu, who you roll, Manchuz
Comin at yo' avenues, 36 Chambers at a theater near ya
When you thought it couldn't happen
We gonna take ya to a new level of hip hop

[Chorus: all]
Wu, gots like come on thru
Su, that's the call of the Wu
Zu, gots like come on thru
Su, that's the call for the Zu

[Hook: all]
If you're from the east coast and you're down with Brooklyn Zu
Su, that's the call for your crew
If you're from the west coast and you're down with Brooklyn Zu
Su, that's the call for your crew

[Espionage]
Now call me heat miser blue in my top, you're not wiser
The lyrical rhymer, I burn that ass like lava
Magma, plus you can't bust my crust
They call me road runner, I leave that ass in the dust
I give the heat from beneath the Earth's core
Six million and fifty degrees, maybe more
Overground mounds, metallic minerals
I melt flesh, leaving mother fuckers in the mess
My crustal plate, you can't separate
My collosal force, BLAST, you're off course
Riding molten rock, I can flow non-stop
Condense with sea water, watch me spin like a top
For miles and miles deep, you can't endure the heat
Be the first to run, or the last nigga sleep
I saw with the glasses, thick like molasses
Now I breathe and exhale the poison gasses

[Chorus]

[Drunken Dragon]
Now take this, I hit you with the Drunken Dragon Fist
Got the punk for your mind leavinz niggas in bliss
I look deep into your eyes, diggin in your soul
Pullin out the inner thoughts, weake minds behold
I know exactly what your thinking, I wait for you to blink
And I hit you with a round to make your ego start sinking
I send your wack ass back to class, learn something
So you can peep the real shit, and you can stop fronting
On your phony block, with your phony glock, I saw you slip
When niggaz burn the drama they put teks on your lips
Damn son, I just thought about that shit
And you wanna be a gangsta rapper, boy you get the tek
The Drunken Dragon, comin at you
And if I hear you say Brooklyn Zu, I say "Yo, who you?" cuz

[Chorus]

[Buddha Monk]
Back the fuck up before I use my gat
Spray two to your neck and four to your back
It's the hardcore warrior, straight from Medina
Look on 'pon face it shows, no one meaner
Brooklyn Zu Killa Beez on the swarm
I be in your area so sound the alarm
Monk's in the front know not to fuckin drunk
Knocking down niggaz, and the girl sees a lump
Shit is real, yes I'm hittin hard like steel
I'm comin through your town so it's best that you peel
For real, yes I get dirty with my skills
No slacks in my thoughts, no time for my to chill
Niggaz, your crazy, I leave no fuckin traces
When I put it on that ass you'll be desintegrated
Crazy lunatic with the style that's sick
Somebody in my click is bound to set a pick
You're hit, by this trife shit that I fix
I'm just like the devil, I don't play no tricks, cuz

[Chorus]

[Hook]

[Outro: Buddha Monk]
Yeah, 1 2
Yeah, 170 New York Ave.
Ha ha ha
Peace to my brothers
And my nigga wack
Yo I love you niggas
My little nephew
Peace to my steez
Peace to my Earth
Do that shit nigga
Do that shit nigga
There's too many tables 
for you to fuck with me
Keep it real
mother fucker, pack steel
Don't fuck with me
Keep it real out there yo
Check it, it's the Ol' Dirty
Bastard, I love you nigga
I love you
It's gonna happen boy
Just watch for my shit