Buddha Complex - The Champ is Here
Jadakiss look like charcoal ninja turtle
Do you like peanut butter?!
YES?!
Then you'll truly love Buddha Complex's delicious grooves!
APF doesn't exist anymore. It's just Buddha Complex and maybe some other heads if they got they act write.
Story behind the song
I had a gourmet dinner under a star lit night. (Catered by a four star restaurant of course.) As I glanced up at the moon, I silently whispered to myself: "Yes...the champ IS here..."
Then, I saved the fucking world by pulling a thorn out of a giant's foot...
Lyrics
Intro/
Buddha...Complex
Whatever the fuck, I'm clever as fuck
Sever ya nuts, ya better get up
Whatever the fuck, I'm clever as fuck
Sever ya nuts, ya better get up
Whatever the fuck, I'm clever as fuck
Sever ya nuts, ya better get up
Whatever the fuck, I'm clever as fuck
...You ain't a competitor, son
Verse 1/
Buddha's here in the flesh, superior fresh material
Shit searing ya flesh, spearing ya chest
Here on a quest to put an amount of fear in ya head
It's serious, you deteriorate, nearing ya death
Lyrical myriads with mysterious areas
Varying degrees of emceeing here in this
Are you hearing this? I'm the best, period/ Def
All you curious little kids listen to this
I'm finnin' to rip microphones I contact
Write a poem to bomb cats/ Like cologne, I'm on cats...
...who stink in music/ Listen to this
I beat the beat down and have you limping to it
I couldn't give two shits about you 'cause
none of y'all doubting foo's know what I'm about to do
Shit, I'll implode every fucking superstar
Surgical maneuvers couldn't leave the Buddha scarred, what up?
hook/
Verse 2/
It's like I literally invade ya ear
and make an anus in ya brain with a razor, and stick my dick in there
BRAIN FUCK! Linguistical lyricist slash cynical rap
impeccable cat that lacks a synonym
Even my mirror couldn't mimic it
I'm so ahead of my time, my reflection's slower than my image is
Saying Buddhaplex is wack is ludicrous and that fact
'cause it's been proven that my fluid spit is phat
As usual, think outside the cubicle or block
Buddha's spit is beautiful, who are you to assume it's not?
I can paint pictures and maim disfigure lame, bitter,
fake spitters and change the frame of mindstate in ya
In battles, ya brain's on the wall like grafitti
I'm so ill, even your God'll priest me
Super lyrical with brain boosting, name improving fame
Using game to blow out the frame of acoustics, stupid!
Outro/
*A lot of shit talking over a guest appearence by Smiegel from Lord of the Rings
