|
[Buddha Monk]
|
(Intro... intro.. intro...)
|
It's the Manchuz, come to get on thru
|
|
It's the Buddha Monk with that slang that cuts
|
All you other MC's, it's time for you to duck
|
Other than the Wu, it's who, I know your crew
|
I break out on that ass, like glass, mixed with glue
|
You crazed, never amazed, with a name, you crave
|
I come with that roughness style, that never fades
|
You fucked, and you ducked, and you're hit with the front guns
|
Niggaz should have told you that you're shed of luck
|
To fuck with my shit, I'm that MC who's a killer
|
Carried by the track, gonna be leavin spine chillers
|
Let's get wicked, cuz your style is addictive
|
It makes me mad, I grab my fuckin biscuit
|
Dangerous fish, take these looks, and don't approach this
|
I leave many wonderin, whether I'm God-less
|
This drama, I drop shit like atom bombs
|
and if you touch my skill, you're the one it will harm
|
Why do you want a name that doesn't even fit you?
|
I'm bustin out with actual facts, your style is wack
|
Here's the run-down, I'm deadly like a virus
|
Breakin down foes like the colonize pirates
|
Why you wanna test the 'chuz?
|
Like the fourty fuckin beams, what you niggaz wanna do?
|
Huh? Shootin thru your town, nigga, lay that ass down
|
It's the sharpness of this tiger that moves with no sound
|
|
See me get raw with my sharp-core style
|
Shotguns, aimin at your chestpiece, BLAOW!
|
See me get raw with my sharp-core style
|
Shotguns, aimin at your chestpiece, BLAOW! BLAOW! BLAOW! BLAOW!
|
Comes from far, but hits very near
|
It's the one and only, War, things and just peace no more!
|
|
[War of Zu Manchuz]
|
Gotta get the fuckin gauge, cuz niggaz actin stupid
|
Time for the War to get hype with rebel shit
|
Bodies droppin, like rain falls, that hit the ground
|
My sounds breakin hard from the Bronx or the Brown' pound
|
Avoidin oppenents, niggaz lookin hard and wonderin rocks
|
I rock knots, and blocks, with my nine, glock
|
So ease back, War comin thru with the army
|
If you had Bambino family, you still couldn't harm me
|
I strap your shack, like I keep your fuckin shipment
|
War gets civil, react, like a mad villian
|
>From Sing-Sing, bets that ass and have your things hang
|
An eight plus one, son, no shame to my fuckin name
|
The murder plain, who's to blame? What's my name?
|
War child, son, it's time to rearrange your fuckin face
|
You're a disgrace to my races
|
The ghetto nationality, you nimble, cuz I aced it
|
|
[Buddha Monk]
|
See me get raw, with my Brooklyn Zu style
|
Shotguns aimin at your chestpiece, BLAOW!
|
See me get raw, with my Brooklyn Zu style
|
Shotguns aimin at your chestpiece, BLAOW!
|
We're not finished yet!
|
You are now about to enter the realm,
|
of, the Spiritual Assassin *echos*
|
|
[Spiritual Assassin of Zu Manchuz]
|
Yo, it stops, leaves your brain
|
It's not stimulated to bring the pain
|
I got 'em dazed, runnin thru mazes
|
without flippin the pages, choppin heads off for ages
|
Assassin's technique, your grave the punishment
|
In the light, eyes close, and accurate with the slice
|
Fightin fear, streets in here, clear
|
Speak and chi is deep, deep in a vagina
|
For attacks, gangstas backwards, so I creap up behind you
|
Like ass, MC's is gased off of diesel
|
So it's target practicin, with you fuckin weasels
|
Over the top, your only zone is to get dropped
|
Wesley Snipes, but I'm the sniper, thirty/thirty
|
And rust leaks is dirty, it's on my fuckin bullets
|
Now pull it!
|
|
[Buddha Monk]
|
Ahh.. watch out, here I come with my Deadly Venom
|
Shootin thru your town like that old Bruce Jenner
|
You're runnin, lookin for cover, but you discover
|
I kill like atom bombs, there's no need for deep cover
|
My missile rocks, flood watch, I missed spots
|
I'm sure off to return, like Backland suffered germs
|
many fall victim to the madness of my chemistry
|
Blink one time, and I'm bound to demolish thee
|
Ahh.. it's the killa straight from the villa
|
Riddler, peddler, mind cell dweller
|
|
*laughing*
|
|
[Outro: Buddha Monk]
|
So, as you enter the realms *echo* of Manchuz *echo*
|
There are too many chambers for you to enter without your crew
|
We lock down, states to states, nations to nations *echo*
|
cuz this is a Wu-Tang Killa Bees creation *echo*
|
and we out *echos*
|
|
|
-----------------
|
Undeniable Force
|
| Buddha Monk |
