Masta Killa - Killa lyrics

*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