[Intro: Buddha Monk (Y-Kim the Ill Figure)]
Whose there? (Pass, your turn)
Hahahah, man, shit... what the fuck is this?
Who'se there?
[Chorus 2X: Buddha Monk]
Who wants the drama from the Brooklyn Zu Killa Beez
Watch out, I'mma gonna get ya
[Buddha Monk]
Watch out, here I come with my Deadly Venom
Shootin' thru your town like that of Bruce Jenner
You're runnin', lookin for cover, but you discover
I kill like atom bombs, there's no need for deep cover
I misthrew rocks, but, watch, I missed spots
I'm sure off to return, like Backlund 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
I'm kill ya, kill ya, mind cell dweller
[Chorus 2X]
[Buddha Monk]
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, or the Zu, 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 uppercuts
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 down 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 test 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 Zu?
We like the forty fuckin' thieves, what you niggaz wanna do?
Shootin thru your town, nigga, lay that ass down
It's the sharpness of this tiger that moves with no sound
[Chorus 2X]
[Buddha Monk]
Slang has a rang for each a chain that I reign
Fully equipped and yes I'm sharp with my style
Just honor the father, the killas crazy horror
Here's some shit for bee, I drop bombs for all eternity
Style is a mystic, can't stay to be terrific
I'm pullin' out tricks, I even got the one-twelve click
A chain that's own name claimed by your Zu slang
Four accross his brains and intelligent in your trance
I'm relentless when I'm in this, I hit you with quickness
Attack is for crypt, you've been hit, by the dragon fist
[Chorus 2X]
[Outro: Buddha Monk]
I wanna say peace to the Gods
My physical born True, locked down in C74
My nephew locked down in C76
Peace to Wu-Tang, Brooklyn Zu, Killa Beez on the swarm
1-1-2, 4-40-1, Franklin Ave. 1-7-0 New York Avenue
Kingston Ave., Prospect served
Wanna say peace to the Killarmy, Sunz of Man (for Ol' Dirty)
We gon' take one/third of this shit and lock it the fuck down, niggas
What, niggas doin' this shit for many years
Now, it's the time, the time is now
Peace... and we out (get the fucking bats)