Masta Killa
Masta Killa - Killa lyrics
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*instrumental intro* [Masta Killa] Intruder alert, sound the cymbol This be the war of the Shaolin Temple It's time to restack my gun We the ones that'll come through and smack sparks out your art With the exception of a few that respected it for what it was Sick venomous sydrome, studied many styles But this tactic I've adapted and made it my own Feelin rightness at it at home, splittin your head with the chrome He's one who sees he's a threat He couldn't have made it through, all the bad seeds and quarentines We hit him with explosive gases, so he couldn't teach the masses But still, who came in the name of Wu-Tang to nourish the brain? *instrumental until 1:42* Repeat verse