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[intro: buddha monk, (dutch 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. lions and and bears)
(that's it's all about)
(lions and and bears)
at this shit comin at y'all
(lions and and bears)
out
(lions and and bears)
(lions and and bears)
(lions and and bears)
I'ma hit you in ya on time, boy
(lions and and bears)
(lions and and bears)
for the war, check it
(lions and and bears)

monk]
My creation comes from a style,
Assassination, cuts on like an arabian
First one steps, dies from vocals of breathe
What's next? ashes left standin with
The buddha's criminology is the study of anthropology
Most knowledge cuts minds, it's mathematics,
So lets proceed to give lyrics of
This will flow on, from generations of kins
Forced to give you death by of temptation
My excellerated and chemistry are annihilation
Dare to cross path and oh loser.. bring it back, ah
Dare to cross the path of seven of bagdad
Monk whips like whiplash, the brain fast
Brains will be cracked with of hurricanes
this blowin verses, God lives in this game
No to deal with the mentality, style is no formality
What's the reason for you wantin to live in reality?
Only deal with cautions, devils and snakes
Try to gain from my style, and that ass get draped
No laughs, just grins, no that wake kins
Deals with all you ill-minded delinquents
Raps get up, I'm ferocious like white lotus
Diagnosis, shows and proves, no pocus
My lyrics froze mcs at velocity
packin dry ice, the mind catches burn freeze

[interlude: monk, (dutch masta killa)]
(zu zu zu zu) give it to me now!
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)

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

[outro: dutch killa, (buddha monk)]
And that's it, how it goes (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)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
Boom boom boom
yo thoughts as they pass thru yo memory
Don't try to be a to me 'cause you enemy
me