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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 |