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Buddha Monk

Killa from the Villa

  rap  wu-tang  hip-hop  wu-fam  underground rap
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Текст песни Buddha Monk - Killa from the Villa

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[Intro: Buddha Monk]HahahaahahahahahahahahahaOnce again it`s the God Buddha MonkRepresentin the Zu1-1-2, 4-4-1 Franklin Av.Peace to all my niggazThe RZA, knowwhatI`msayin?We gon` drop this track for my nigga, Y-Kimand Q-Base. And it`s deadly, deadly.[Chorus: Buddha Monk]Ah, it`s the killa straight from the villaAh, it`s the killa straight from the villaAh, it`s the killa straight from the villaAh, it`s the killa straight from the villaThriller, pealer, mind cell dweller[Buddha Monk]There`s no need to get franticThe Zu attacks minds and shit gets real hecticMakin the kill like 7 mastersTearin up the skills with total disasterI`m 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 soulsThat`s 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 doesn`t really matter how you feel, I want you illIf you dare peepin skills, pullin vains, holes in shinsOnly thing that`s 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 you`re scared to fuckin deathYou fuck around boy, I cut your fuckin neckYour styles is wack like that of, um, a hot modeMan over sightly with spiritual powdersI`m deadly to the grain with my Brooklyn Zu slangA killa that leaves no trace or blood stainsYou`re fucked up, now it`s time to go dirt for dirtYou want the Zu name, for that you must workYou should`ve been taught 7 scores and 5 mics agoI take life like my mad Fidel CastroThere`s war, things ain`t just peace no moreI come thru like a Texas chainsawF.A. is where I rock with twin glocksMakin shit hot, rockin mad peoples knotsYou`re hit, then you bleed, then you say you`re shitYou wish I disappeared by same this I`ll fix[Chorus][Buddha Monk]Behold, I`m the foe that stands in the chamberI`m 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 I`m sick of all this shitThat`s my style, son, I`m 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, here`s 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, what`s 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 techniqueBuddha`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 Zuif 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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