Killa from the Villa
[Intro: Buddha Monk
Hahahaahahahahahahahahah
Once again it's the God Buddha Mon
Representin the Z
1-1-2, 4-4-1 Franklin Av
Peace to all my nigga
The RZA, knowwhatI'msayin
We gon' drop this track for my nigga, Y-Ki
and Q-Base. And it's deadly, deadly
[Chorus: Buddha Monk
Ah, it's the killa straight from the vill
Ah, it's the killa straight from the vill
Ah, it's the killa straight from the vill
Ah, it's the killa straight from the vill
Thriller, pealer, mind cell dwelle
[Buddha Monk
There's no need to get franti
The Zu attacks minds and shit gets real hecti
Makin the kill like 7 master
Tearin up the skills with total disaste
I'm after punk-ass niggaz with laughte
Puttin stains in their raps, here, now and afte
You want to test the style of the Shaolin foe
The cut comes from far, it is eyes, noses and soul
That's not enough time to lick nuff shot
The tech, the callico and one in the bloc
The 3 is for the kill, that kills and wrecks skill
It doesn't really matter how you feel, I want you il
If you dare peepin skills, pullin vains, holes in shin
Only thing that's left is eyes, noses and chin
Who, tell me? Who, tell me? Who, tell me
Can be known within..
[Chorus
[Buddha Monk
I see it in your eyes and you're scared to fuckin deat
You fuck around boy, I cut your fuckin nec
Your styles is wack like that of, um, a hot mod
Man over sightly with spiritual powder
I'm deadly to the grain with my Brooklyn Zu slan
A killa that leaves no trace or blood stain
You're fucked up, now it's time to go dirt for dir
You want the Zu name, for that you must wor
You should've been taught 7 scores and 5 mics ag
I take life like my mad Fidel Castr
There's war, things ain't just peace no mor
I come thru like a Texas chainsa
F.A. is where I rock with twin glock
Makin shit hot, rockin mad peoples knot
You're hit, then you bleed, then you say you're shi
You wish I disappeared by same this I'll fi
[Chorus
[Buddha Monk
Behold, I'm the foe that stands in the chambe
I'm Mr. RipYou when releasin the dange
Monk, receiver and teaches us all things that you nee
Snatchin niggaz by the neck and the mother feels the pai
Lyrical master with diaster, BLAOW
Push yor caps back like burnin dutch master
The sword of my click is crazy mad thic
Makin deep cuts cuz I'm sick of all this shi
That's my style, son, I'm ready for the wa
The hits from the God, prepare to hit the floo
Sparks of an element, movin in a
Feelin the wrath of the Buddha, no wait for you to check i
Check this, here's the killa thru this dange
Not enough, enters 36 chamber
Heads that feel, that thrills with a new skil
Burns the eyes, kills like electric eel
Kill has been told, what's the Shaolin foes gold
Cut razor sharp, inflict holes in soul
Master of disaster, Wu tapes are rapture
Cut many ducks, became a grand maste
You want to oppose this deadly techniqu
Buddha's knowledge is wicked, wicked like 10 priests *echos
[Chorus
[Outro: Buddha Monk
You don't understand
You don't motherfuckin understand
Don't fuck with the Brooklyn Z
if you don't have the motherfuckin skills
You bitch-ass mothafuckers can suck my dick!
Don't fuck with the Brooklyn Zu!
Suck my motherfuckin dick!!
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