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*sounds of

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

Monk]
It's assassination day, so the devil now
the bombs from this God don't sound no alarms
Now y'all calm, let me move like Rahmadan
Speak one word then you're gone, drop Hiroshimo bombs
Creation of this playing by 36 Chambers
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 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 you hit down all alone
I attack, that Bee's chopping with an axe

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

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

[BabyFace
Like Jeff Domer and his of dicks, I shred cliques
Crews, camps, clams, shit, the Fist
Infiltrator of Shaolin, but
Learned in divine pamplets
Manuals with horrendous skills
Intentional kills from the hills
When Zu Street had nightmares, Manchuz came on
Assassin's interior, exterior
You're getting warrier, stagering the javelin
Rhymes get ate, like Pharoah Gram's, see
Motivate, Manchuz the plate
Went back for seconds, MC's to reverends
Ricans, Born Again
in mysteries and their histories
Nimble and swift cheaters
We be crumbling divisions with murderous

[Drunken Dragon of Zu
It's the number one rap creator forcing rhymes to make your boggle
Guzzling like 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, are accurate and precise then
Hitting straight to the point, I don't smoke
I only drink and blunts, so my niggaz appointed me
Malik, the Drunken Dragon, burn your ass if you're lyrics are sagging
your rhymes are shitty, y'all move quick and niggaz say did-he
Do what I 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 draws, Manchuz'll get up in you

Chief of Zu Ninjaz]
The click got crime with it, 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 in Jason's Lyrics
Bank on it, got my monkey and my shank on it
me a beat like this and I get stank on it
Players is older, the older's getting younger
The Gods is getting wiser, crackheads getting
I wouldn't you nothing to hurt you, unless I don't like you
One way or Zu gon' get you

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

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