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[Intro: Buddha Monk]
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Hahahaahahahahahahahahaha
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Once again it's the God Buddha Monk
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Representin the Zu
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1-1-2, 4-4-1 Franklin Av.
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Peace to all my niggaz
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The RZA, knowwhatI'msayin?
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We gon' drop this track for my nigga, Y-Kim
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and Q-Base. And it's deadly, deadly.
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[Chorus: Buddha Monk]
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Ah, it's the killa straight from the villa
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Ah, it's the killa straight from the villa
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Ah, it's the killa straight from the villa
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Ah, it's the killa straight from the villa
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Thriller, pealer, mind cell dweller
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[Buddha Monk]
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There's no need to get frantic
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The Zu attacks minds and shit gets real hectic
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Makin the kill like 7 masters
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Tearin up the skills with total disaster
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I'm after punk-ass niggaz with laughter
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Puttin stains in their raps, here, now and after
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You want to test the style of the Shaolin foe?
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The cut comes from far, it is eyes, noses and souls
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That's not enough time to lick nuff shots
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The tech, the callico and one in the block
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The 3 is for the kill, that kills and wrecks skills
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It doesn't really matter how you feel, I want you ill
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If you dare peepin skills, pullin vains, holes in shins
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Only thing that's left is eyes, noses and chins
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Who, tell me? Who, tell me? Who, tell me?
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Can be known within...
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[Chorus]
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[Buddha Monk]
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I see it in your eyes and you're scared to fuckin death
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You fuck around boy, I cut your fuckin neck
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Your styles is wack like that of, um, a hot mode
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Man over sightly with spiritual powders
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I'm deadly to the grain with my Brooklyn Zu slang
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A killa that leaves no trace or blood stains
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You're fucked up, now it's time to go dirt for dirt
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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
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I take life like my mad Fidel Castro
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There's war, things ain't just peace no more
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I come thru like a Texas chainsaw
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F.A. is where I rock with twin glocks
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Makin shit hot, rockin mad peoples knots
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You're hit, then you bleed, then you say you're shit
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You wish I disappeared by same this I'll fix
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[Chorus]
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[Buddha Monk]
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Behold, I'm the foe that stands in the chamber
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I'm Mr. RipYou when releasin the danger
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Monk, receiver and teaches us all things that you need
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Snatchin niggaz by the neck and the mother feels the pain
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Lyrical master with diaster, BLAOW!
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Push yor caps back like burnin dutch masters
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The sword of my click is crazy mad thick
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Makin deep cuts cuz I'm sick of all this shit
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That's my style, son, I'm ready for the war
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The hits from the God, prepare to hit the floor
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Sparks of an element, movin in a 7
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Feelin the wrath of the Buddha, no wait for you to check it
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Check this, here's the killa thru this danger
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Not enough, enters 36 chambers
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Heads that feel, that thrills with a new skill
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Burns the eyes, kills like electric eels
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Kill has been told, what's the Shaolin foes gold?
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Cut razor sharp, inflict holes in souls
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Master of disaster, Wu tapes are raptures
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Cut many ducks, became a grand master
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You want to oppose this deadly technique
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Buddha's knowledge is wicked, wicked like 10 priests *echos*
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: Buddha Monk]
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You don't understand!
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You don't motherfuckin understand!
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Don't fuck with the Brooklyn Zu
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if you don't have the motherfuckin skills!
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You bitch-ass mothafuckers can suck my dick!!
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Don't fuck with the Brooklyn Zu!!
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Suck my motherfuckin dick!!
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Killa from the Villa
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Buddha Monk |