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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)
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, cuts on thru like an
First one steps, from vocals of buddha's breathe
next? ashes left standin with contacts
The buddha's criminology is like the study of
Most knowledge cuts minds, it's mathematics,
So lets to give lyrics of ass-whippins
This flow on, from generations of twelve kins
to give you death by means of temptation
My excellerated thoughts and are annihilation
to cross this path and oh loser.. bring it back, ah
Dare to cross the path of thieves of bagdad
Monk whips whiplash, stains the brain fast
Brains will be with swiftness 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, grins, no mistakes that wake kins
with all you fuckin ill-minded delinquents
Raps get tossed up, I'm ferocious like white
Diagnosis, and proves, no hocus pocus
My lyrics froze mcs at velocity
Like packin dry ice, the catches burn 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)

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

[outro: masta killa, (buddha monk)]
And that's it, 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 want a lot of (zu zu zu zu)
All my is a clan (zu zu zu zu)
returns (zu zu zu zu)
zu (zu zu zu zu)
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(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 to me 'cause you enemy
me