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[Intro: Buddha Monk, (Dutch Masta Killa)]
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Ain't no smokin no God damn dutch in here at night
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(What the fuck!? Who the fuck!?)
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(That what it's all about, Zu Zu Zu Zu)
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(Yea, hahahahaah. Lions and tigers and bears)
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(That's what it's all about)
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(Lions and tigers and bears)
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Look at this shit comin at y'all
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(Lions and tigers and bears)
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Watch out
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(Lions and tigers and bears)
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(Lions and tigers and bears)
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(Lions and tigers and bears)
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I'ma hit you in ya head on time, boy
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(Lions and tigers and bears)
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(Lions and tigers and bears)
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Prepare for the war, check it
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(Lions and tigers and bears)
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[Buddha Monk]
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My creation comes from a style, abominations
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Assassination, cuts on thru like an Arabian
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First one steps, dies from vocals of Buddha's breathe
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What's next? Ashes left standin with contacts
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The Buddha's criminology is like the study of anthropology
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Most knowledge cuts minds, it's mathematics, psychology
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So lets proceed to give lyrics of ass-whippins
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This will flow on, from generations of twelve kins
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Forced to give you death by means of temptation
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My excellerated thoughts and chemistry are annihilation
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Dare to cross this path and oh loser.. bring it back, ah
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Dare to cross the path of seven thieves of Bagdad
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Monk whips like whiplash, stains the brain fast
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Brains will be cracked with swiftness of hurricanes
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Within this blowin verses, God lives in this game
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No time to deal with the mentality, style is no formality
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What's the reason for you wantin to live in this reality?
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Only deal with cautions, with devils and snakes
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Try to gain from my style, and that ass will get draped
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No laughs, just grins, no mistakes that wake kins
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Deals with all you fuckin ill-minded delinquents
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Raps get tossed up, I'm ferocious like white lotus
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Diagnosis, shows and proves, no hocus pocus
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My lyrics froze MCs at velocity speeds
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Like packin dry ice, the mind catches burn freeze
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[Interlude: Buddha Monk, (Dutch Masta Killa)]
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hahahaha (Zu Zu Zu Zu) Give it to me now!
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(Zu Zu Zu Zu)
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(Zu Zu Zu Zu)
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(Zu Zu Zu Zu)
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[Buddha Monk]
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The psychos grab ya arms, it's time to head for battle
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Mona Lisa leaves it, ah fuck the boards, here comes the rebel
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Raw is the slang of this tiger
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My balls digs in skins, don't worry I ain't gonna bit ya
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Safe as plantbase, no need for domination
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Zu comes with styles of Gods from many generations
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Forces in the dark, shall come to the light
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I prevail, I rip chins and I tear ligaments out like frost bite
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You hold up ya shield, just notice I got tight skills
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Cuts to the left, protectors of the right grill
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Palms of the mysteries, your styles cannot fuck with me
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Cuts on the body, it's the technique that's inside me
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Warpath is made from the gun and the blade
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The only one that's hit, it's the one with the six-tray
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Things that I do, it's just like the devil
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Doin mad shit to cause mad trouble
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Throw up ya shit cuz I'm crazy fuckin pissed
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I'll beat that ass with chains, sticks and whips
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[Outro: Dutch Masta Killa, (Buddha Monk)]
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And that's it, that's how it goes (Zu Zu Zu Zu)
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Be real or be phony, moni, macaroni (Zu Zu Zu Zu)
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Chillin, not real to the Grain (Zu Zu Zu Zu)
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We keep it real, family (Zu Zu Zu Zu)
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Fam', I want a lot of land (Zu Zu Zu Zu)
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All my Fam' is a Clan (Zu Zu Zu Zu)
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Thirty-six returns (Zu Zu Zu Zu)
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Brooklyn Zu (Zu Zu Zu Zu)
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Huh-huh-hahaha (Zu Zu Zu Zu)
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(Zu Zu Zu Zu)
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(Zu Zu Zu Zu)
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(Zu Zu Zu Zu)
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(Zu Zu Zu Zu)
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(Zu Zu Zu Zu)
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Gz-gza-gza-gza-booka-booka-booka (Zu Zu Zu Zu)
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(Zu Zu Zu Zu)
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(Zu Zu Zu Zu)
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(Zu Zu Zu Zu)
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(Zu Zu Zu Zu)
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Boom Boom Boom Boom
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Watch yo thoughts as they pass thru yo memory
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Don't try to be a friend to me cuz you enemy
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Remember me
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Royal Monk
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