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g.p. - buddha monk lyrics

[intro: buddha monk]
yo, this is the general monk general
general monk monk, most of ya’ll cats out there
know me as buddha monk, but yo
i just spotted this one right here for my n-gga poll’
and i call the best of the best
to get up on these tracks, my n-gga from the a-team
he ran b-tches, polladon

[chorus 2x: polladon]
who be pacino of this mic sh-t, g.p
who verbal bolo of this mic sh-t, g.p
who with thoughts that slaughter, devour
any compet-tor that test the polladon sector, g.p
who be pacino of this mic sh-t, g.p
who verbal bolo of this mic sh-t, g.p
who with thoughts that slaughter, devour
any compet-tor that test the bpm sector, g.p

[polladon]
i’m an angry n-gga, and hysterical like rape victims
on some one-sh-t, two-sh-t, three strikes, i rip ’em
like they ain’t got nothing to do with it, but dog had to get ’em
that’s the dash out motto, where ya stand is where i split ’em
gotta stay on the creek, cuz that man might be thinking
never underestimate, he could catch you while you blinking
always have a plan, cuz a real dog could bite any hand
before i stay low pro and rest e.p. and brand
give ’em to me if they need it, trust and first degree it
n0body around, n0body to ask ‘did you see it’
dumb this block, to bl–dy water, slaughter
thought ya, pipe to bring d-ck to your baby daughter

[chorus]

[polladon]
i attack like pitbull, lock, spit like glock
masked man, one bullet running in your spot
my mind wreaks of torture, fatal one, last on slaughter
let a n-gga b-st-rd what i brought ya
my style is stink like power weed, muscle dough
like pierce my two-two calibur, insides blow
get more lethal than chronic bionic, rap mode
various speeds like i was stunting, my fly
back to twelve, living h-ll, remove my sight
i be the illest n-gga brail
sixteen bars, making your squad bail
no one, i mean no one, ever survives to touch the third rail
pitch black, camp in your hoody, red mask
one shot still repping flesh through your -ss

[chorus]

[polladon]
it’s too many cats, eating around me
you all grow well, smiles on g.p
i’m the pain, shelterless from the rain
c-ck back and roll with the direct aim
i blow backs, i break like the gl-ss
dash donna, like walking through a line of horror smacks
i shut gap, heat stroke ’em to collapse
tell ’em now, it’s all over, that’s a wrap
rhyming infection, verbal abused with injection
g.p. ’em fam dammit, who be your protection
hold you foil, sk!lls beserk to your loyal
heat temperature rise, cook his -ss to a boil
seeing me, is like pitch black with sungl-sses
you bumped into ivy, son, rashes

[interlude: buddha monk]
that’s right, daddy, g.p. is the greatest… going down
this the crazy m-th-f-cking sh-t, going down
g.p., buddha monk, brooklyn zu, n-gga
and we do this sh-t all day..

[chorus]

- buddha monk lyrics

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