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[intro: monk, (dutch masta killa)]
Ain't no no God damn dutch in here at night
(what the fuck!? who the fuck!? )
(that it's all about, zu zu zu zu)
(yea, hahahahaah. and tigers and bears)
(that's it's all about)
(lions and and bears)
Look at shit comin at y'all
(lions and and bears)
out
(lions and and bears)
(lions and and bears)
(lions and and bears)
hit you in ya head on time, boy
(lions and and bears)
(lions and and bears)
for the war, check it
(lions and and bears)

[buddha
My comes from a style, abominations
Assassination, cuts on thru like an
First one steps, dies from of buddha's breathe
What's ashes left standin with contacts
The buddha's criminology is like the study of
Most cuts minds, it's mathematics, psychology
So proceed to give lyrics of ass-whippins
This flow on, from generations of twelve kins
Forced to give you death by of temptation
My excellerated and chemistry are annihilation
Dare to cross this and oh loser.. bring it back, ah
Dare to cross the path of thieves of bagdad
whips like whiplash, stains the brain fast
Brains will be with swiftness of hurricanes
Within this verses, God lives in this game
No to deal with the mentality, style is no formality
What's the reason for you wantin to in this reality?
Only deal cautions, with devils and snakes
Try to gain from my style, and that ass will get
No laughs, just grins, no mistakes that kins
Deals all you fuckin ill-minded delinquents
Raps get tossed up, I'm like white lotus
Diagnosis, and proves, no hocus pocus
My lyrics froze mcs at velocity
Like packin dry ice, the mind catches freeze

buddha monk, (dutch masta killa)]
Hahahaha (zu zu zu zu) it to me now!
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)

monk]
The psychos grab ya arms, it's time to for battle
Mona lisa leaves it, ah fuck the boards, here comes the
Raw is the slang of this
My digs in skins, don't worry I ain't gonna bit ya
as plantbase, no need for domination
Zu comes with styles of gods many generations
Forces in the dark, shall come to the
I prevail, I rip chins and I tear ligaments out frost bite
You hold up ya shield, just notice I got skills
Cuts to the left, of the right grill
Palms of the mysteries, your cannot fuck with me
on the body, it's the technique that's inside me
Warpath is made the gun and the blade
The only one that's hit, the one with the six-tray
Things that I do, it's just like the
Doin mad shit to mad trouble
Throw up ya shit 'cause I'm crazy pissed
beat that ass with chains, sticks and whips

[outro: masta killa, (buddha monk)]
And that's it, that's how it (zu zu zu zu)
Be or be phony, moni, macaroni (zu zu zu zu)
Chillin, not real to the (zu zu zu zu)
We it real, family (zu zu zu zu)
Fam', I want a lot of (zu zu zu zu)
All my fam' is a (zu zu zu zu)
returns (zu zu zu zu)
zu (zu zu zu zu)
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(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
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(zu zu zu zu)
Boom boom boom
Watch yo thoughts as they pass yo memory
try to be a friend to me 'cause you enemy
me