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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.

[Buddha
It's assassination day, so the devil now
That the bombs from this God sound no alarms
Now y'all stay calm, let me move like
Speak one word then you're gone, drop like bombs
Creation of this playing made by 36
It's death by and mad niggaz is getting headaches
I'ma you, this shit here 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 your head, kid
I re-design chromosomes 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

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

Assassin of Zu Manchuz]
Sixteen kings,
Going the odds and the curse
A traveller verse
The first to peep this right or wrong
Trapped in the atmosphere
Knowing the and the knowledge, things is never clear
A hundred and eighty degree angle, straight line,
asylum, strangle this kid
That man move got away far like hemmy's
Vision slightly off, they one with the froth
Learning pussy, john protection, minister, three six zeros
Spillin treble, a bow and arrow in hands of a crossed-eye

[BabyFace
Like Jeff 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 skills
Intentional calculated from the hills
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
Went back for seconds, turned to reverends
Ricans, Born Again
Believing in mysteries and their
Nimble and swift cheaters
We be crumbling divisions murderous intentions

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

[Poppa of Zu Ninjaz]
The click got with it, rolled back like I cracked a jackel
Breaking ankles, gang
Most wanted Tickle Me Elmo last Christmas
Today seems the perfect day to test my sword
Planned it, before I did it, then I
Lovely like Jada naked in Jason's Lyrics
Bank on it, got my monkey and my shank on it
Give me a beat this and I get stank on it
is getting older, the older's getting younger
The Gods is getting wiser, getting bolder
I wouldn't tell you nothing to you, unless I don't like you
One way or another Zu get you

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

of Zu Manchuz]
Duel, I stalk for the murder behind this shit
War lies in the bloody pill alligators
Perpetrators got laced, War written on his
Nigga lost his place and his in his place
Clip for too long leaks it empty
Reload, shots at the sky, boo you a mole
original Manchu, technical assassin
Gun, ax, whipper, we of your block with satisfaction
Destroy anatomy aggressively
niggaz was meant be be
Not logically, but
Your man died in a blaze of
slash cut your bodies