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[intro: monk, (dutch masta killa)]
Ain't no smokin no God dutch in here at night
(what the fuck!? who the fuck!? )
(that it's all about, zu zu zu zu)
(yea, hahahahaah. lions and and bears)
(that's it's all about)
(lions and and bears)
Look at this 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)
Prepare for the war, it
(lions and and bears)

[buddha
My comes from a style, abominations
Assassination, cuts on like an arabian
First one steps, dies vocals of buddha's breathe
What's next? ashes left with contacts
The buddha's is like the study of anthropology
Most cuts minds, it's mathematics, psychology
So lets to give lyrics of ass-whippins
This will flow on, from generations of twelve
Forced to give you death by of temptation
My thoughts and chemistry are annihilation
Dare to cross this and oh loser.. bring it back, ah
Dare to cross the of seven thieves of bagdad
Monk whips like whiplash, the brain fast
Brains will be cracked with of hurricanes
Within blowin verses, God lives in this game
No time to deal with the mentality, style is no
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 get draped
No laughs, grins, no mistakes that wake kins
Deals with all you fuckin ill-minded
Raps get tossed up, I'm like white lotus
Diagnosis, shows and proves, no hocus
My froze mcs at velocity speeds
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)
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(zu zu zu zu)

monk]
The grab ya arms, it's time to head for battle
Mona lisa leaves it, ah the boards, here comes the rebel
Raw is the slang of tiger
My balls digs in skins, don't worry I gonna bit ya
Safe as plantbase, no for domination
Zu with styles of gods from many generations
Forces in the dark, come to the light
I prevail, I rip chins and I tear out like frost bite
You hold up ya shield, notice I got tight skills
Cuts to the left, of the right grill
of the mysteries, your styles cannot fuck with me
Cuts on the body, it's the that's inside me
Warpath is made the gun and the blade
The only one that's hit, it's the one with the
Things that I do, it's just the devil
Doin mad shit to cause mad
Throw up ya shit 'cause I'm fuckin pissed
I'll beat that ass with chains, and whips

dutch 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 to the grain (zu zu zu zu)
We keep it real, (zu zu zu zu)
Fam', I want a lot of (zu zu zu zu)
All my is a clan (zu zu zu zu)
Thirty-six (zu zu zu zu)
zu (zu zu zu zu)
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Boom boom boom
Watch yo thoughts as they pass yo memory
Don't try to be a friend to me 'cause you
me