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*sounds of

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

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

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

[Spiritual of Zu Manchuz]
Sixteen kings,
against the odds and the curse
A universal verse
The first to this right or wrong turf
Trapped in the atmosphere
Knowing the wisdom and the knowledge, is never clear
A and eighty degree angle, straight line, bridge
Naked asylum, this kid
That man move got rocked away far hemmy's
Vision slightly off, keeping one with the froth
pussy, john protection, court minister, three six zeros
Spillin treble, a bow and arrow in hands of a indian

Fensta]
Like Jeff Domer and his barrel of dicks, I shred
Crews, camps, clams, shit, the Iron
of Shaolin, but Manchurian
Learned in divine pamplets
Manuals numerous horrendous skills
Intentional calculated kills from the
When Zu Street had nightmares, came on through
Assassin's interior, exterior
You're getting warrier, stagering the javelin
Rhymes get ate, like Gram's, see eight
Motivate, Manchuz the plate
Went for seconds, turned MC's to reverends
Ricans, Born Again
Believing in mysteries and histories
Nimble and swift like
We be crumbling divisions with intentions

Dragon of Zu Manchuz]
It's the number one rap creator forcing rhymes to make your mind
Guzzling like a bottle of OE, Drunken, pass me another cup
Round them up, mad jam, bust some rhymes and make 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 don't smoke
I only and puff 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 I think he just did, that kid is witty
I don't need a commitee, I just appear when I intend to
Roast an MC 'cause that's an my agenda, contender, wack MC offender
Drop your draws, get up in you

Chief of Zu Ninjaz]
The click got crime with it, rolled like I cracked a jackel
Breaking ankles, tackle
wanted like Tickle Me Elmo last Christmas
Today 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 wrench and my shank on it
Give me a beat this and I get stank on it
Players is getting older, the older's getting
The Gods is wiser, crackheads 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 in the harness
to stick some foreigners
Run garment, 'cause I hear my stomach calling
It's a predicament, I'm
but you see me crawling
'cause I'ma get loot if it kills me
I'll your shit down like a master lock
Rolling with a flock
Zu, those the warriors
No claiming colors, but strictly claiming hawk of
I'm niggaz we the stain on their brain
life, we roll dice and rock diamonds
'cause we shining as we on this gold mine
And sip fine wines with all my
Crazy cuffies, cuffies
You bring your ruffy ruffy
Rhymes is falling a bag of illy
Niggaz with the real, come hear me

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