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Hahahaahahahahahahahahaha |
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Once again it's the god buddha monk |
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Representin the zu |
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1-1-2, 4-4-1 franklin av. |
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Peace to all my niggaz |
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The rza, knowwhati'msayin? |
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We gon' drop this track for my nigga, y-kim |
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And q-base. and it's deadly, deadly. |
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[chorus: buddha monk] |
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Ah, it's the killa straight from the villa |
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Ah, it's the killa straight from the villa |
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Ah, it's the killa straight from the villa |
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Ah, it's the killa straight from the villa |
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Thriller, pealer, mind cell dweller |
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[buddha monk] |
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There's no need to get frantic |
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The zu attacks minds and shit gets real hectic |
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Makin the kill like 7 masters |
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Tearin up the skills with total disaster |
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I'm after punk-ass niggaz with laughter |
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Puttin stains in their raps, here, now and after |
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You want to test the style of the shaolin foe? |
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The cut comes from far, it is eyes, noses and souls |
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That's not enough time to lick nuff shots |
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The tech, the callico and one in the block |
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The 3 is for the kill, that kills and wrecks skills |
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It doesn't really matter how you feel, i want you ill |
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If you dare peepin skills, pullin vains, holes in shins |
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Only thing that's left is eyes, noses and chins |
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Who, tell me? who, tell me? who, tell me? |
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Can be known within... |
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[chorus] |
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[buddha monk] |
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I see it in your eyes and you're scared to ****in death |
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You **** around boy, i cut your ****in neck |
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Your styles is wack like that of, um, a hot mode |
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Man over sightly with spiritual powders |
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I'm deadly to the grain with my brooklyn zu slang |
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A killa that leaves no trace or blood stains |
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You're ****ed up, now it's time to go dirt for dirt |
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You want the zu name, for that you must work |
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You should've been taught 7 scores and 5 mics ago |
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I take life like my mad fidel castro |
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There's war, things ain't just peace no more |
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I come thru like a texas chainsaw |
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F.a. is where i rock with twin glocks |
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Makin shit hot, rockin mad peoples knots |
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You're hit, then you bleed, then you say you're shit |
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You wish i disappeared by same this i'll fix |
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[chorus] |
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[buddha monk] |
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Behold, i'm the foe that stands in the chamber |
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I'm mr. ripyou when releasin the danger |
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Monk, receiver and teaches us all things that you need |
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Snatchin niggaz by the neck and the mother feels the pain |
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Lyrical master with diaster, blaow! |
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Push yor caps back like burnin dutch masters |
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The sword of my click is crazy mad thick |
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Makin deep cuts cuz i'm sick of all this shit |
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That's my style, son, i'm ready for the war |
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The hits from the god, prepare to hit the floor |
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Sparks of an element, movin in a 7 |
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Feelin the wrath of the buddha, no wait for you to check it |
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Check this, here's the killa thru this danger |
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Not enough, enters 36 chambers |
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Heads that feel, that thrills with a new skill |
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Burns the eyes, kills like electric eels |
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Kill has been told, what's the shaolin foes gold? |
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Cut razor sharp, inflict holes in souls |
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Master of disaster, wu tapes are raptures |
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Cut many ducks, became a grand master |
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You want to oppose this deadly technique |
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Buddha's knowledge is wicked, wicked like 10 priests *echos* |
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[chorus] |
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[outro: buddha monk] |
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You don't understand! |
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You don't mother****in understand! |
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Don't **** with the brooklyn zu |
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If you don't have the mother****in skills! |
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You bitch-ass motha****ers can suck my dick!! |
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Don't **** with the brooklyn zu!! |
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Suck my mother****in dick!! |
