Buddha Monk - Royal Monk Lyrics
[intro: buddha monk, (dutch masta killa)]Aint no smokin no God damn dutch in here at night(what the *****!? who the *****!? )(that what its all about, zu zu zu zu)(yea, hahahahaah. lions and tigers and bears)(thats what its all about)(lions and tigers and bears)Look at this shit comin at yall(lions and tigers and bears)Watch out(lions and tigers and bears)(lions and tigers and bears)(lions and tigers and bears)Ima hit you in ya head on time, boy(lions and tigers and bears)(lions and tigers and bears)Prepare for the war, check it(lions and tigers and bears)[buddha monk]My creation comes from a style, abominationsAssassination, cuts on thru like an arabianFirst one steps, dies from vocals of buddhas breatheWhats next? ashes left standin with contactsThe buddhas criminology is like the study of anthropologyMost knowledge cuts minds, its mathematics, psychologySo lets proceed to give lyrics of ass-whippinsThis will flow on, from generations of twelve kinsForced to give you death by means of temptationMy excellerated thoughts and chemistry are annihilationDare to cross this path and oh loser.. bring it back, ahDare to cross the path of seven thieves of bagdadMonk whips like whiplash, stains the brain fastBrains will be cracked with swiftness of hurricanesWithin this blowin verses, God lives in this gameNo time to deal with the mentality, style is no formalityWhats the reason for you wantin to live in this reality?Only deal with cautions, with devils and snakesTry to gain from my style, and that ass will get drapedNo laughs, just grins, no mistakes that wake kinsDeals with all you *****in ill-minded delinquentsRaps get tossed up, Im ferocious like white lotusDiagnosis, shows and proves, no hocus pocusMy lyrics froze mcs at velocity speedsLike packin dry ice, the mind catches burn freeze[interlude: buddha monk, (dutch masta killa)]Hahahaha (zu zu zu zu) give it to me now!(zu zu zu zu)(zu zu zu zu)(zu zu zu zu)[buddha monk]The psychos grab ya arms, its time to head for battleMona lisa leaves it, ah ***** the boards, here comes the rebelRaw is the slang of this tigerMy balls digs in skins, dont worry I aint gonna bit yaSafe as plantbase, no need for dominationZu comes with styles of gods from many generationsForces in the dark, shall come to the lightI prevail, I rip chins and I tear ligaments out like frost biteYou hold up ya shield, just notice I got tight skillsCuts to the left, protectors of the right grillPalms of the mysteries, your styles cannot ***** with meCuts on the body, its the technique thats inside meWarpath is made from the gun and the bladeThe only one thats hit, its the one with the six-trayThings that I do, its just like the devilDoin mad shit to cause mad troubleThrow up ya shit cuz Im crazy *****in pissedIll beat that ass with chains, sticks and whips[outro: dutch masta killa, (buddha monk)]And thats it, thats how it goes (zu zu zu zu)Be real or be phony, moni, macaroni (zu zu zu zu)Chillin, not real to the grain (zu zu zu zu)We keep it real, family (zu zu zu zu)Fam, I want a lot of land (zu zu zu zu)All my fam is a clan (zu zu zu zu)Thirty-six returns (zu zu zu zu)Brooklyn zu (zu zu zu zu)Huh-huh-hahaha (zu zu zu zu)(zu zu zu zu)(zu zu zu zu)(zu zu zu zu)(zu zu zu zu)(zu zu zu zu)Gz-gza-gza-gza-booka-booka-booka (zu zu zu zu)(zu zu zu zu)(zu zu zu zu)(zu zu zu zu)(zu zu zu zu)Boom boom boom boomWatch yo thoughts as they pass thru yo memoryDont try to be a friend to me cuz you enemyRemember me
