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*sounds of

sampled]
I'm the chief.
I'm the God of anyone that disturbs me in my universe.
Fuck me and you will suffer my wrath.

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

Masta Killa]
Fuck, it's dangerous in this to bust
In holes, while triffels gain your
Representing from the Hook on
No question, we keep the 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
eagles busting at seagels flying the coup
I see you're face dipped in the plate, eating my
Now you're on a negative vibe, rob me
Brooklyn Zu, we float like foreign currency

Assassin of Zu Manchuz]
Sixteen kings,
Going against the and the curse
A traveller verse
The first to peep this right or wrong
Trapped in the atmosphere
the wisdom and the knowledge, things is never clear
A hundred and eighty degree angle, line, bridge
Naked asylum, this kid
That man got rocked away far like hemmy's
Vision slightly off, they one with the froth
pussy, john protection, court minister, three six zeros
Spillin treble, a bow and arrow in hands of a 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 divine
Manuals numerous with skills
Intentional calculated kills from the
When Zu had nightmares, Manchuz came on through
interior, humble exterior
You're getting warrier, stagering the javelin
Rhymes get ate, like Gram's, see eight
Motivate, Manchuz cleaned the
back for seconds, turned MC's to reverends
Ricans, Born Again
Believing in mysteries and histories
Nimble and swift like
We be crumbling divisions with murderous

[Drunken of Zu Manchuz]
It's the number one rap forcing rhymes to make your mind boggle
Guzzling MC's a bottle of OE, Drunken, pass me another cup
them up, mad jam, bust some rhymes and make them duck
Too late, your fucking aisle, I'm Mike Tyson
When I'm slicing, rhymes are accurate and precise
Hitting straight to the point, I don't joints
I drink and puff blunts, so my niggaz appointed me
Malik, the Drunken Dragon, I'll your ass if you're lyrics are sagging
your rhymes are shitty, y'all move quick and niggaz say did-he
Do I think he just did, that kid is witty
I don't need a welcome commitee, I just appear when I to
Roast an MC 'cause an my agenda, sure contender, wack MC offender
Drop your draws, get up in you

[Poppa of Zu Ninjaz]
The click got crime with it, rolled back I cracked a jackel
ankles, gang tackle
Most wanted like Tickle Me Elmo last
seems the perfect day to test my sword play
Planned it, I did it, then I shitted
Lovely like Jada 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, crackheads bolder
I wouldn't tell you nothing to hurt you, I don't like you
One way or Zu gon' get you

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

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