[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!
[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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