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*sounds of

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

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

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

Assassin of Zu Manchuz]
Sixteen kings,
against the odds and the curse
A universal traveller
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 got rocked away far like hemmy's
Vision slightly off, they keeping one the froth
Learning pussy, john protection, court minister, six zeros
Spillin treble, a bow and arrow in of a crossed-eye indian

Fensta]
Like Domer and his barrel of dicks, I shred cliques
Crews, camps, clams, shit, the Fist
Infiltrator of Shaolin, but
Learned secrets in pamplets
Manuals numerous with horrendous
calculated kills from the hills
When Zu Street had nightmares, Manchuz on through
interior, humble exterior
You're warrier, stagering from the javelin
Rhymes get ate, Pharoah Gram's, see eight
Motivate, Manchuz the plate
Went back for seconds, turned MC's to
Ricans, Again Christians
Believing in and their histories
and swift like cheaters
We be divisions with murderous intentions

[Drunken of Zu Manchuz]
It's the number one rap creator forcing rhymes to make 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, your fucking aisle, I'm Mike Tyson
When I'm slicing, rhymes are accurate and precise
Hitting straight to the point, I don't joints
I only drink and blunts, so my niggaz appointed me
Malik, the Drunken Dragon, I'll your ass if you're lyrics are sagging
'cause your rhymes are shitty, y'all move quick and niggaz say
Do what I think he just did, that kid is
I need a welcome commitee, I just appear when I intend to
Roast an MC 'cause an my agenda, sure contender, wack MC offender
Drop your draws, get up in you

[Poppa Chief of Zu
The click got crime with it, rolled back I cracked a jackel
Breaking ankles, gang
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 Lyrics
Bank on it, got my wrench and my shank on it
me a beat like this and I get stank on it
Players is getting older, the older's younger
The Gods is getting wiser, crackheads getting
I wouldn't tell you nothing to hurt you, unless I don't you
One way or Zu gon' get you

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

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