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

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

[interlude: 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)

[buddha
The psychos grab ya arms, it's to head for battle
Mona lisa leaves it, ah fuck the boards, comes the rebel
Raw is the slang of tiger
My digs in skins, don't worry I ain't gonna bit ya
Safe as plantbase, no for domination
Zu comes with 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, just I got tight skills
Cuts to the left, of the right grill
Palms of the mysteries, styles cannot fuck with me
Cuts on the body, the technique that's inside me
Warpath is from the gun and the blade
The one that's hit, it's the one with the six-tray
Things that I do, it's like the devil
Doin mad to cause mad trouble
up ya shit 'cause I'm crazy fuckin pissed
I'll beat ass with chains, sticks and whips

[outro: masta killa, (buddha monk)]
And it, that's how it goes (zu zu zu zu)
Be real or be phony, moni, (zu zu zu zu)
Chillin, not to the grain (zu zu zu zu)
We keep it real, (zu zu zu zu)
Fam', I a lot of land (zu zu zu zu)
All my fam' is a (zu zu zu zu)
Thirty-six (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)
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(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
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Boom boom boom
yo thoughts as they pass thru yo memory
Don't try to be a to me 'cause you enemy
me