Back of the Church

[Intro: K-Blunt]

Turn my mic up a little bit, so I won't have to scream

Turn my mic up a little bit, so I won't have to scream

Buddha Monk, word, yo, yo, aight..

[K-Blunt]

All stand at attention, it's a spank in the lung

Some of y'all niggas be sometime

Sometime you build, sometime you rhyme all the time

We break out the snake pit, make hits

Blood in, blood out, dealin with the bullshit

Too complex, make it easy, elementary

So we can, teach these babies

Crawl before you walk, think before you talk

Don't mislead 'em, fall you bleeder

Now take me to your leader

Decention in the ranks, divide and conquer

What you say, thanks to the weed and liquor

Cocaine and bitches, diamonds, big chains, more riches

Shiny cars and nothin man-maken

Reach these stars, get in where you fit in

Who you be, who you are

I be your father, in the Vanguard

Conductor of the orchestra

Universal Soldier, Zu Ninja!

[Delta One]

Thoughts controllin your destiny

Your memories, floatin in cups of Hennessey

Logically, it's like, niggas battle to bite

So I rip mic's tight and vibe, right

We shine on eachother to the climax

On your best systems, I'm deep like addiction

Whenever I'm cross-mixin, the slang

Delta One drama with them joints that will spark up your brain

Now your rhymes are defeated from my circle of fame

Beats not tame, run loose out an individual

I enter you, contact, essen-tual

The hip-hop sentinel, over-dosin you

Out of a chosen few

No host to guide you across the East Coast

You held a few tight knifes, but who's to pay the price?

Throw the dice, seein through my father's eye-sights

85% of them could change your life to kill the hate

The pain is great, to exchange, moments of your fate

Now we came so strong, the pain is gone

Mama said, "Don't aim home, or you might blast him in the arm.

Son, my word is based on the strength of the strong.

You'll be the same one, now you got your life in his palm."

[Spiritual Assassin]

Yo relax like pools, and spar, the broads

85er's and Gods, peep the announcement

Stick your neck out, niggas give their ass to kiss

Leave ya assed out and bone dry like dried up tears

My thoughts, thermeate collector's addition

Cherish life on my seven and a half mic's

It's precious like black Dad's kids, valuable

Natural like resources, symbolic to 100% fruit juices

Yo the truth ran from the East like Musa from police

Gonna leep over obsticles like a pair of rules

Never step in the next man Wally shoes

Who the fuck wanna spar inside a highway?

Yo we cross-break boulevards, on the block is like shootouts

Cookouts, charcoil niggas is hot on the grill

I reveal to the ears, embrace with open arms

Thrown, incasin my rhyme, Brooklyn the gold frame

Praise my name and the niggas I run with

World Class, yo we're legends

[5 Foot Hyper Sniper]

Yo true like the Terminater

I Shoot to Kill, an MC like Space Invaders

Lyrical exterminator, in this music we call rap

Incinerate my top cats, kill the mice in the back

Yo don't continue, the God kills the jack

Read your Scooby, snap! That's the way we attack

a hip-hop track, like a Predator

Wild life, ready to fight, the Brooklyn mic

Yo if niggaz persist, I'm tearin ya, Ike-smack!

Now we got it right, Zu Ninjaz performin tonight

On stage, under the lights, rhymes tight

Blow like crack in the pipe

Fans addicted to the target bases like Christ