Royal Monk Lyrics - Singles - Buddha Monk

[intro: buddha monk, (dutch masta killa)] 

Ain't no smokin no God damn dutch in here at night 

(what the fuck!? who the fuck!? ) 

(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 shit 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 

Assassination, 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 ass-whippins 

This will flow on, from generations of twelve kins 

Forced to give you death 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 ass will get draped 

No laughs, just grins, no mistakes that wake kins 

Deals with all you fuckin 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 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, it's time to head for battle 

Mona lisa leaves it, ah fuck 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 skills 

Cuts to the left, protectors of the right grill 

Palms of the mysteries, your styles cannot fuck 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 shit to cause mad trouble 

Throw up ya shit 'cause I'm crazy fuckin pissed 

I'll beat that ass with chains, sticks and whips