Buddha Monk

Buddha Monk - Undeniable Force lyrics

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(feat. Spiritual Assassin, War)

[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, 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]

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]

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]

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