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Y-Kim - k**a from the Villa lyrics

[Intro: Buddha Monk]
Once again it's the God Buddha Monk
Representin the Zu
1-1-2, 4-4-1 Franklin Av
Peace to all my n***as
The Ripper, 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
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***as 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...


[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
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You should've been taught 7 scores and 5 mics ago
I take life like my man 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


[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***as 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*


[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!!

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