Buddha Monk - Royal Monk lyrics

[intro: buddha monk, (dutch masta k**a)] Ain't no smokin no god damn dutch in here at night (what the f**!? who the f**!?) (that what it's all about, zu zu zu zu) (yea, hahahahaah. lions and tigers and bears) (that's what it's all about) (lions and tigers and bears) Look at this sh** comin at y'all (lions and tigers and bears) Watch out (lions and tigers and bears) (lions and tigers and bears) (lions and tigers and bears) I'ma 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, abominations Assa**ination, cuts on thru like an arabian First one steps, dies from vocals of buddha's breathe What's next? ashes left standin with contacts The buddha's criminology is like the study of anthropology Most knowledge cuts minds, it's mathematics, psychology So lets proceed to give lyrics of a**-whippins This will flow on, from generations of twelve kins Forced to give you d**h by means of temptation My excellerated thoughts and chemistry are annihilation Dare to cross this path and oh loser.. bring it back, ah Dare to cross the path of seven thieves of bagdad Monk whips like whiplash, stains the brain fast Brains will be cracked with swiftness of hurricanes Within this blowin verses, god lives in this game No time to deal with the mentality, style is no formality What's the reason for you wantin to live in this reality? Only deal with cautions, with devils and snakes Try to gain from my style, and that a** will get draped No laughs, just grins, no mistakes that wake kins Deals with all you f**in ill-minded delinquents Raps get tossed up, i'm ferocious like white lotus Diagnosis, shows and proves, no hocus pocus My lyrics froze mcs at velocity speeds Like packin dry ice, the mind catches burn freeze [interlude: buddha monk, (dutch masta k**a)] 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, it's time to head for battle Mona lisa leaves it, ah f** the boards, here comes the rebel Raw is the slang of this tiger My balls digs in skins, don't worry i ain't gonna bit ya Safe as plantbase, no need for domination Zu comes with styles of gods from many generations Forces in the dark, shall come to the light I prevail, i rip chins and i tear ligaments out like frost bite You hold up ya shield, just notice i got tight sk**s Cuts to the left, protectors of the right grill Palms of the mysteries, your styles cannot f** with me Cuts on the body, it's the technique that's inside me Warpath is made from the gun and the blade The only one that's hit, it's the one with the six-tray Things that i do, it's just like the devil Doin mad sh** to cause mad trouble Throw up ya sh** cuz i'm crazy f**in pissed I'll beat that a** with chains, sticks and whips [outro: dutch masta k**a, (buddha monk)] And that's it, that's 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 boom Watch yo thoughts as they pa** thru yo memory Don't try to be a friend to me cuz you enemy Remember me