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*sounds of

[Intro:
I'm the chief.
I'm the merciless God of that disturbs me in my universe.
Fuck with me and you will my wrath.

[Buddha
assassination day, so the devil now prays
That the bombs from this God sound no alarms
Now y'all stay calm, let me move Rahmadan
one word then you're gone, drop like Hiroshimo bombs
Creation of this made by 36 Chambers
It's death by and mad niggaz is getting headaches
I'ma warn you, this shit here is about to get
And there's fucking boys shipped out by FedEx, If I said it
Then it's best that you protect your head, kid
I re-design your chromosomes and make that shit my home
Get out my war zone! and I'll leave you hit all alone
I attack, Killa Bee's chopping with an axe

Masta Killa]
Fuck, dangerous in this game to bust
In holes, triffels gain your trust
Representing from the Hook on
No question, we the truck on
Hoes, now get your on
Now you're suck on some shit, we a nut on
All you niggaz waiting for this bitch, hold on
Desert eagles busting at seagels flying the
I see you're face in the plate, eating my soup
Now you're on a vibe, then rob me
Brooklyn Zu, we float through like currency

Assassin of Zu Manchuz]
Sixteen kings,
Going the odds and the curse
A traveller verse
The first to peep this right or turf
in the Earth's atmosphere
Knowing the wisdom and the knowledge, things is never
A hundred and eighty degree angle, line, bridge
asylum, strangle this kid
That man move got rocked far like hemmy's
Vision off, they keeping one with the froth
Learning pussy, john protection, minister, three six zeros
Spillin treble, a bow and in hands of a crossed-eye indian

[BabyFace
Like Domer and his barrel of dicks, I shred cliques
Crews, camps, clams, shit, the Fist
of Shaolin, but Manchurian
Learned secrets in pamplets
Manuals numerous with skills
calculated kills from the hills
When Zu Street had nightmares, Manchuz came on
interior, humble exterior
You're warrier, stagering from the javelin
get ate, like Pharoah Gram's, see eight
Motivate, cleaned the plate
Went back for seconds, turned to reverends
Ricans, Again Christians
Believing in mysteries and their
Nimble and swift cheaters
We be crumbling divisions with murderous

[Drunken of Zu Manchuz]
It's the number one rap creator forcing rhymes to make your mind
Guzzling MC's like a bottle of OE, Drunken, pass me cup
Round up, mad jam, bust some rhymes and make them duck
Too late, watch your fucking aisle, I'm Mike
When I'm slicing, are accurate and precise then
Hitting straight to the point, I smoke joints
I only drink and blunts, so my niggaz appointed me
Malik, the Drunken Dragon, I'll your ass if you're lyrics are sagging
'cause your rhymes are shitty, y'all move and niggaz say did-he
Do what I think he just did, that kid is
I need a welcome commitee, I just appear when I intend to
Roast an MC 'cause that's an my agenda, sure contender, MC offender
your draws, Manchuz'll get up in you

[Poppa Chief of Zu
The click got crime with it, rolled like I cracked a jackel
Breaking ankles, gang
Most wanted like Tickle Me last Christmas
Today the perfect day to test my sword play
Planned it, I did it, then I shitted
Lovely like Jada Pinkett in Jason's Lyrics
Bank on it, got my monkey wrench and my on it
Give me a like this and I get stank on it
Players is getting older, the older's getting
The Gods is getting wiser, getting bolder
I wouldn't tell you nothing to hurt you, I don't like you
One way or another Zu get you

[Shorty Shit of Brooklyn Zu]
I keep the in the harness
About to stick foreigners
Run garment, 'cause I hear my stomach calling
It's a predicament, I'm
but you don't see me
'cause get this loot if it kills me
I'll lock your down like a master lock
Rolling a master flock
Brooklyn Zu, those the
No claiming colors, but strictly claiming of fame
I'm leaving niggaz we the stain on their
Street life, we roll dice and rock
'cause we shining as we bubble on this mine
And sip fine with all my kinds
Crazy cuffies, crazy
You niggaz your ruffy ruffy
Rhymes is like a bag of illy
Niggaz dealing with the real, come me

[War of Zu
Duel, I must stalk for the behind this shit
War lies in the bloody pill alligators
got laced, War written on his face
Nigga lost his place and his in his place
full for too long leaks it empty
Reload, shots at the sky, boo you a mole
This original Manchu, technical
Gun, ax, whipper, we bounce of your block satisfaction
Destroy your anatomy
niggaz was meant be be
Not logically, but
Your man in a blaze of glory
Sword slash cut bodies