Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Royal Monk , by - Buddha Monk. Song from the album The Prophecy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 05.07.1998
Record label: Edel
Song language: English
Royal Monk |
| 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) |
| 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 |
| Hahahaha (Zu Zu Zu Zu) Give it to me now! |
| (Zu Zu Zu Zu) |
| (Zu Zu Zu Zu) |
| (Zu Zu Zu Zu) |
| 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 cuz I’m crazy fuckin pissed |
| I’ll beat that ass with chains, sticks and whips |
| 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 pass thru yo memory |
| Don’t try to be a friend to me cuz you enemy |
| Remember me |