G.P.

[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 nigga Poll' And I call the best of the best To get up on these tracks, my nigga from the A-Team He ran bitches, Polladon [Chorus 2X: Polladon] Who be Pacino of this mic shit, G.P Who Verbal Bolo of this mic shit, G.P Who with thoughts that slaughter, devour Any competitor that test the Polladon sector, G.P Who be Pacino of this mic shit, G.P Who Verbal Bolo of this mic shit, G.P Who with thoughts that slaughter, devour Any competitor that test the BPM sector, G.P [Polladon] I'm an angry nigga, and hysterical like rape victims On some one-shit, two-shit, 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 Nobody around, nobody to ask 'did you see it' Dumb this block, to bloody water, slaughter Thought ya, pipe to bring dick 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 nigga bastard 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 hell, remove my sight I be the illest nigga 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 ass [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 Cock back and roll with the direct aim I blow backs, I break like the glass 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, skills beserk to your loyal Heat temperature rise, cook his ass to a boil Seeing me, is like pitch black with sunglasses You bumped into ivy, son, rashes [Interlude: Buddha Monk] That's right, daddy, G.P. is the greatest... going down This the crazy muthafucking shit, going down G.P., Buddha Monk, Brooklyn Zu, nigga And we do this shit all day.. [Chorus]