| 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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| 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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| 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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| 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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| 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 |