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[intro: polladon (buddha monk)]
(i’m your king, man, motherf-ckers)
some more true platinum sh-t
that’s right, it’s like that
hittin you hardcore
comin thru rugged and raw
you ain’t ready, buddha monk
(we gon’ grab you motherf-ckers)
polladon.. suuuuuu!
(soul ain’t nothin, n-gga what?)

[polladon]
you asked about me, here i am (what?), lights out (haha)
polladon p the man that make you all chant
i flow to the method of the mic rush
spit you germs like quick flush, no exodus
trapped by the b-tter plush, ten second rush
duff days to a hush, blow the spot till it bust
i spit weight that crush, n-ggas trust
verbal torch your -ss, the flesh turns to dust
bet i make your b-tch blush, bring her back
to the room sipping cognac, l!ck a d-ck in her sack (hahahaha)
roll the buddha blunts, i back straight stee
give her the best nut i got then start bleedin
leg selection, donism voted for election
penetrate the section, like a d-ck with infections
brooklyn zu n-gga, don’t know who you messin
only time i’m calm’s when i’m restin

[hook: polladon]
it’s the stormy days, k!lla ways, the war is on
run for cover, duck low could strong arms
infiltrate this rap industry by dropping bombs
so stay calm, and these few slugs won’t do you mad harm

[polladon]
yo, what’s all the talk about?
is it true that g.p. and b.v., don’t care who?
ready for war, set up strategies
lift off light son, defy the laws of gravity
let me talk to nickel chromes, bad to the bone
spit dialect to freeze you cats stone
we hold down the fortline thoroughly
fish n-ggas that be plottin in schemes to bury me
i’m look at, my third eye could light the whole world
as i talk sh-t and guzzle henney hot till i hurl
duck low, blazin it hot, inferno
fatalities, rippin this sh-t, you didn’t know?
come again, (come again) you murdered as one we all in
first by first, bu the ink leaking from my pen
draw up vivid pictures to make a thug cry
statements that falsify, look in the eye
crooked p-ss, i could see it through the math
and it’s about time y’all feel the wrath
straight up

[hook]

[buddha monk]
watch this seventh mic holder who come bashin down ya area
my avengence is a sword of zu slang and your blood drip
how dare you wanna test those who rock shows? (that’s us)
knock down doors, but right to a b-tch with the moe’
and my challengers, only feel the cut of excalibur
now this target’s erased, this g.o.d. took your sp-ce
you ask yourself what makes rain? what makes hail?
what makes snow? leave you cold like eskimos
it’s that brooklyn zu flow, leave it alone, let it go
you’re in a warzone, where most people don’t make it home
it’s the seventh wonder (wonder), i strike down like thunder
punishin mc’s on your own radios and tv’s
so y’all look for me, i’m comin out in the year 2g
it’s the clash of this t-tan, knock you out like mike tyson
i’m the clash of the t-tans, knock you out like mike tyson
don’t miss that you motherf-cka!

- buddha monk

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