Buddha Monk - k**a 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 n***az The rza, knowwhati'msayin? We gon' drop this track for my n***a, y-kim And q-base. and it's deadly, deadly. [chorus: buddha monk] Ah, it's the k**a straight from the villa Ah, it's the k**a straight from the villa Ah, it's the k**a straight from the villa Ah, it's the k**a straight from the villa Thriller, pealer, mind cell dweller [buddha monk] There's no need to get frantic The zu attacks minds and sh** gets real hectic Makin the k** like 7 masters Tearin up the sk**s with total disaster I'm after punk-a** n***az 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 k**, that k**s and wrecks sk**s It doesn't really matter how you feel, i want you ill If you dare peepin sk**s, 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**in d**h You f** around boy, i cut your f**in 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 k**a that leaves no trace or blood stains You're f**ed 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 sh** hot, rockin mad peoples knots You're hit, then you bleed, then you say you're sh** 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 n***az 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 sh** 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 k**a thru this danger Not enough, enters 36 chambers Heads that feel, that thrills with a new sk** Burns the eyes, k**s like electric eels k** 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**in understand! Don't f** with the brooklyn zu If you don't have the motherf**in sk**s! You b**h-a** mothaf**ers can s** my dick!! Don't f** with the brooklyn zu!! s** my motherf**in dick!!