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*sounds of

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

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

[Dutch Killa]
Fuck, it's in this game to bust
In holes, while triffels gain trust
Brooklyn from the Hook on
No question, we keep the on
Hoes, now get your on
Now suck on some shit, we bust a nut on
All you niggaz waiting for this bitch, just on
eagles busting at seagels flying the coup
I see you're face dipped in the plate, my soup
Now you're on a negative vibe, rob me
Brooklyn Zu, we float through foreign currency

[Spiritual of Zu Manchuz]
kings, international
Going against the and the curse
A traveller verse
The to peep this right or wrong turf
Trapped in the Earth's
Knowing the wisdom and the knowledge, things is never
A hundred and eighty angle, straight line, bridge
Naked asylum, strangle kid
That man move got away far like hemmy's
Vision slightly off, they keeping one 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 Iron
of Shaolin, but Manchurian
Learned secrets in divine
Manuals numerous with horrendous
Intentional calculated kills from the
When Zu Street had nightmares, came on through
interior, humble exterior
You're getting warrier, from the javelin
Rhymes get ate, Pharoah Gram's, see eight
Motivate, cleaned the plate
Went back for seconds, MC's to reverends
Ricans, Again Christians
in mysteries and their histories
Nimble and like cheaters
We be crumbling with murderous intentions

Dragon of Zu Manchuz]
It's the number one rap creator rhymes to make your mind boggle
MC's like a bottle of OE, Drunken, pass me another cup
Round them up, mad jam, bust some rhymes and make them
Too late, watch your aisle, I'm Mike Tyson
When I'm slicing, rhymes are accurate and precise
Hitting to the point, I don't smoke joints
I only drink and blunts, so my niggaz appointed me
Malik, the Drunken Dragon, burn 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 did, that kid is witty
I don't need a welcome commitee, I just appear when I to
Roast an MC that's an my agenda, sure contender, wack MC offender
Drop your draws, get up in you

[Poppa Chief of Zu
The got crime with it, rolled back like I cracked a jackel
Breaking ankles, tackle
Most wanted like Tickle Me Elmo Christmas
seems the perfect day to test my sword play
Planned it, before I did it, then I
Lovely like Jada Pinkett naked in Jason's
Bank on it, got my monkey and my shank 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 to hurt you, unless I don't like you
One way or Zu gon' get you

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

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