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*sounds of

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

[Buddha
It's assassination day, so the devil now
That the bombs this God don't sound no alarms
Now y'all stay calm, let me move Rahmadan
Speak one word then gone, drop like Hiroshimo bombs
of this playing made by 36 Chambers
It's death by wishes and mad is getting headaches
warn you, this shit here is about to get pathetic
And there's fucking boys shipped out by FedEx, If I said it
Then best that you protect your fucking head, kid
I re-design your chromosomes and make shit my fucking home
Get out my war zone! and I'll you hit down all alone
I attack, that Killa chopping with an axe

Masta Killa]
Fuck, it's dangerous in this to bust
In holes, while triffels gain your
Representing Brooklyn the Hook on
No question, we the truck on
Hoes, now get fuck on
Now you're suck on shit, we bust a nut on
All you niggaz for this bitch, just hold on
Desert eagles busting at seagels the coup
I see you're face dipped in the plate, my soup
Now on a negative vibe, then rob me
Brooklyn Zu, we through like foreign currency

[Spiritual of Zu Manchuz]
Sixteen kings,
Going the odds and the curse
A universal traveller
The to peep this right or wrong turf
Trapped in the 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 away far like hemmy's
slightly off, they keeping one with the froth
Learning pussy, john protection, court minister, six zeros
Spillin treble, a bow and arrow in hands of a indian

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

Dragon of Zu Manchuz]
It's the number one rap creator forcing to make your mind boggle
Guzzling MC's like a bottle of OE, Drunken, pass me cup
Round them up, mad jam, bust some rhymes and make them
Too late, watch fucking aisle, I'm Mike Tyson
I'm slicing, rhymes are accurate and precise then
Hitting to the point, I don't smoke joints
I only drink and puff blunts, so my niggaz me
Malik, the Drunken Dragon, I'll burn ass if you're lyrics are sagging
'cause your are shitty, y'all move quick 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 that's an my agenda, sure contender, wack MC offender
Drop your draws, get up in you

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

[Shorty Stain of Brooklyn Zu]
I keep the toast in the
About to stick some
Run your garment, 'cause I hear my stomach
a predicament, I'm falling
but you see me crawling
I'ma get this loot if it kills me
I'll lock your shit down a master lock
Rolling with a flock
Brooklyn Zu, those the
No claiming colors, but claiming hawk of fame
I'm niggaz we the stain on their brain
life, we roll dice and rock diamonds
'cause we shining as we bubble on this mine
And sip fine wines all my kinds
cuffies, crazy cuffies
You niggaz bring ruffy ruffy
Rhymes is falling like a bag of
Niggaz dealing with the real, hear me

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