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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 suffer my wrath.

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

[Dutch Masta
Fuck, it's in this game to bust
In holes, while gain your trust
Representing Brooklyn from the 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 bitch, just hold on
Desert eagles busting at flying the coup
I see you're face dipped in the plate, my soup
Now on a negative vibe, then rob me
Brooklyn Zu, we float through like currency

[Spiritual of Zu Manchuz]
Sixteen kings,
Going against the and the curse
A traveller verse
The first to peep this right or wrong
in the Earth's atmosphere
Knowing the wisdom and the knowledge, is never clear
A and eighty degree angle, straight 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, three six
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
numerous with horrendous skills
Intentional calculated kills the hills
Zu Street had nightmares, Manchuz came on through
Assassin's interior, exterior
You're warrier, stagering from the javelin
Rhymes get ate, like Pharoah Gram's, see
Motivate, cleaned the plate
back for seconds, turned MC's to reverends
Ricans, Born Christians
Believing in and their histories
and swift like cheaters
We be crumbling divisions murderous intentions

[Drunken Dragon of Zu
It's the number one rap creator forcing rhymes to make your mind
Guzzling MC's a bottle of OE, Drunken, pass me another cup
Round up, mad jam, bust some rhymes and make them duck
Too late, watch your aisle, I'm Mike Tyson
When I'm slicing, rhymes are and precise then
Hitting to the point, I don't smoke joints
I drink and puff blunts, so my niggaz appointed me
Malik, the Drunken Dragon, I'll burn ass if you're lyrics are sagging
your rhymes are shitty, y'all move quick and niggaz say did-he
Do what I think he did, that kid is witty
I don't need a commitee, I just appear when I intend to
Roast an MC that's an my agenda, sure contender, wack 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
wanted like Tickle Me Elmo last Christmas
Today seems the perfect day to test my play
Planned it, I did it, then I shitted
Lovely like Pinkett naked in Jason's Lyrics
Bank on it, got my wrench and my shank on it
Give me a beat like this and I get on it
Players is older, the older's getting younger
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 of Brooklyn Zu]
I keep the toast in the
About to stick some
Run your garment, 'cause I hear my stomach
It's a predicament, I'm
but you don't see me
'cause get this loot if it kills me
lock your shit down like a master lock
Rolling with a master
Brooklyn Zu, the warriors
No claiming colors, but strictly claiming hawk of
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 bring your ruffy
Rhymes is falling a bag of illy
Niggaz with the real, come hear me

of Zu Manchuz]
Duel, I must for the murder behind this shit
War lies in the pill like alligators
Perpetrators got laced, War written on his
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 original Manchu, technical
Gun, ax, whipper, we of your block with satisfaction
your anatomy aggressively
Killing niggaz was be be
Not logically, but
Your man died in a of glory
slash cut your bodies