Buddha Monk - Killa From The Villa Lyrics
[intro: buddha monk]HahahaahahahahahahahahahaOnce again its the God buddha monkRepresentin the zu1-1-2, 4-4-1 franklin av.Peace to all my niggazThe rza, knowwhatimsayin?We gon drop this track for my nigga, y-kimAnd q-base. and its deadly, deadly.[chorus: buddha monk]Ah, its the killa straight from the villaAh, its the killa straight from the villaAh, its the killa straight from the villaAh, its the killa straight from the villaThriller, pealer, mind cell dweller[buddha monk]Theres no need to get franticThe zu attacks minds and shit gets real hecticMakin the kill like 7 mastersTearin up the skills with total disasterIm after punk-ass niggaz with laughterPuttin stains in their raps, here, now and afterYou want to test the style of the shaolin foe?The cut comes from far, it is eyes, noses and soulsThats not enough time to lick nuff shotsThe tech, the callico and one in the blockThe 3 is for the kill, that kills and wrecks skillsIt doesnt really matter how you feel, I want you illIf you dare peepin skills, pullin vains, holes in shinsOnly thing thats left is eyes, noses and chinsWho, tell me? who, tell me? who, tell me?Can be known within...[chorus][buddha monk]I see it in your eyes and youre scared to *****in deathYou ***** around boy, I cut your *****in neckYour styles is wack like that of, um, a hot modeMan over sightly with spiritual powdersIm deadly to the grain with my brooklyn zu slangA killa that leaves no trace or blood stainsYoure *****ed up, now its time to go dirt for dirtYou want the zu name, for that you must workYou shouldve been taught 7 scores and 5 mics agoI take life like my mad fidel castroTheres war, things aint just peace no moreI come thru like a texas chainsawF.a. is where I rock with twin glocksMakin shit hot, rockin mad peoples knotsYoure hit, then you bleed, then you say youre shitYou wish I disappeared by same this Ill fix[chorus][buddha monk]Behold, Im the foe that stands in the chamberIm mr. ripyou when releasin the dangerMonk, receiver and teaches us all things that you needSnatchin niggaz by the neck and the mother feels the painLyrical master with diaster, blaow!Push yor caps back like burnin dutch mastersThe sword of my click is crazy mad thickMakin deep cuts cuz Im sick of all this shitThats my style, son, Im ready for the warThe hits from the god, prepare to hit the floorSparks of an element, movin in a 7Feelin the wrath of the buddha, no wait for you to check itCheck this, heres the killa thru this dangerNot enough, enters 36 chambersHeads that feel, that thrills with a new skillBurns the eyes, kills like electric eelsKill has been told, whats the shaolin foes gold?Cut razor sharp, inflict holes in soulsMaster of disaster, wu tapes are rapturesCut many ducks, became a grand masterYou want to oppose this deadly techniqueBuddhas knowledge is wicked, wicked like 10 priests *echos*[chorus][outro: buddha monk]You dont understand!You dont mother*****in understand!Dont ***** with the brooklyn zuIf you dont have the mother*****in skills!You *****-ass motha*****ers can suck my dick!!Dont ***** with the brooklyn zu!!Suck my mother*****in dick!!
