Undeniable Force

[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 Niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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, niggas 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*