Killa From The Villa Lyrics - Singles - Buddha Monk

[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 fuckin death 

You fuck around boy, I cut your fuckin 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 fucked 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 'cause 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 motherfuckin understand! 

Don't fuck with the brooklyn zu 

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!!