BUDDHA MONK


Killa From The Villa Lyrics

[Intro: Buddha Monk]
Hahahaahahahahahahahahaha
Once again it's the God Buddha Monk
Representin the Zu
1-1-2, 4-4-1 Franklin Av.
Peace to all my niggaz
The RZA, knowwhatI'msayin?
We gon' drop this track for my nigga, Y-Kim
and Q-Base. And it's deadly, deadly.

[Chorus: Buddha Monk]
Ah, it's the killa straight from the villa
Ah, it's the killa straight from the villa
Ah, it's the killa straight from the villa
Ah, it's the killa straight from the villa
Thriller, pealer, mind cell dweller

[Buddha Monk]
There's no need to get frantic
The Zu attacks minds and shit gets real hectic
Makin the kill like 7 masters
Tearin up the skills with total disaster
I'm after punk-ass niggaz with laughter
Puttin stains in their raps, here, now and after
You want to test the style of the Shaolin foe?
The cut comes from far, it is eyes, noses and souls
That's not enough time to lick nuff shots
The tech, the callico and one in the block
The 3 is for the kill, that kills and wrecks skills
It doesn't really matter how you feel, I want you ill
If you dare peepin skills, pullin vains, holes in shins
Only thing that's left is eyes, noses and chins
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 f**kin death
You f**k around boy, I cut your f**kin neck
Your styles is wack like that of, um, a hot mode
Man over sightly with spiritual powders
I'm deadly to the grain with my Brooklyn Zu slang
A killa that leaves no trace or blood stains
You're f**ked up, now it's time to go dirt for dirt
You want the Zu name, for that you must work
You should've been taught 7 scores and 5 mics ago
I take life like my mad Fidel Castro
There's war, things ain't just peace no more
I come thru like a Texas chainsaw
F.A. is where I rock with twin glocks
Makin shit hot, rockin mad peoples knots
You're hit, then you bleed, then you say you're shit
You wish I disappeared by same this I'll fix

[Chorus]

[Buddha Monk]
Behold, I'm the foe that stands in the chamber
I'm Mr. RipYou when releasin the danger
Monk, receiver and teaches us all things that you need
Snatchin niggaz by the neck and the mother feels the pain
Lyrical master with diaster, BLAOW!
Push yor caps back like burnin dutch masters
The sword of my click is crazy mad thick
Makin deep cuts cuz I'm sick of all this shit
That's my style, son, I'm ready for the war
The hits from the God, prepare to hit the floor
Sparks of an element, movin in a 7
Feelin the wrath of the Buddha, no wait for you to check it
Check this, here's the killa thru this danger
Not enough, enters 36 chambers
Heads that feel, that thrills with a new skill
Burns the eyes, kills like electric eels
Kill has been told, what's the Shaolin foes gold?
Cut razor sharp, inflict holes in souls
Master of disaster, Wu tapes are raptures
Cut many ducks, became a grand master
You want to oppose this deadly technique
Buddha's knowledge is wicked, wicked like 10 priests *echos*

[Chorus]

[Outro: Buddha Monk]
You don't understand!
You don't motherf**kin understand!
Don't f**k with the Brooklyn Zu
if you don't have the motherf**kin skills!
You bitch-ass mothaf**kers can suck my dick!!
Don't f**k with the Brooklyn Zu!!
Suck my motherf**kin dick!!

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Record Label(s): 1998 edel records GmbH
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