*sounds of fighting*



[intro: sampled]

I'm the warrior chief.

I'm the merciless god of anyone that disturbs me in my universe.

Fuck with me and you will suffer my wrath.



[buddha monk]

It's assassination day, so the devil now prays

That the bombs from this god don't sound no alarms

Now y'all stay calm, let me move like rahmadan

Speak one word then you're gone, drop like hiroshimo bombs

Creation of this playing made by 36 chambers

It's death by wishes and mad niggaz is getting headaches

I'ma warn you, this shit here is about to get pathetic

And there's fucking boys getting shipped out by fedex, if i said it

Then it's best that you protect your fucking head, kid

I re-design your chromosomes and make that shit my fucking home

Get out my war zone! and i'll leave you hit down all alone

I attack, that killa bee's chopping with an axe



[dutch masta killa]

Fuck, it's dangerous in this game to bust

In holes, while triffels gain your trust

Representing brooklyn from the hook on

No question, we keep the truck on

Hoes, now get your fuck on

Now you're suck on some shit, we bust a nut on

All you niggaz waiting for this bitch, just hold on

Desert eagles busting at seagels flying the coup

I see you're face dipped in the plate, eating my soup

Now you're on a negative vibe, then rob me

Brooklyn zu, we float through like foreign currency



[spiritual assassin of zu manchuz]

Sixteen kings, international

Going against the odds and the curse

A universal traveller verse

The first to peep this right or wrong turf

Trapped in the earth's atmosphere

Knowing the wisdom and the knowledge, things is never clear

A hundred and eighty degree angle, straight line, bridge

Naked asylum, strangle this kid

That man move got rocked away far like hemmy's

Vision slightly off, they keeping one with the froth

Learning pussy, john protection, court minister, three six zeros

Spillin treble, a bow and arrow in hands of a crossed-eye indian



[babyface fensta]

Like jeff domer and his barrel of dicks, i shred cliques

Crews, camps, clams, shit, the iron fist

Infiltrator of shaolin, but manchurian

Learned secrets in divine pamplets

Manuals numerous with horrendous skills

Intentional calculated kills from the hills

When zu street had nightmares, manchuz came on through

Assassin's interior, humble exterior

You're getting warrier, stagering from the javelin

Rhymes get ate, like pharoah gram's, see eight

Motivate, manchuz cleaned the plate

Went back for seconds, turned mc's to reverends

Ricans, born again christians

Believing in mysteries and their histories

Nimble and swift like cheaters

We be crumbling divisions with murderous intentions



[drunken dragon of zu manchuz]

It's the number one rap creator forcing rhymes to make your mind boggle

Guzzling mc's like a bottle of oe, drunken, pass me another cup

Round them up, mad jam, bust some rhymes and make them duck

Too late, watch your fucking aisle, i'm mike tyson

When i'm slicing, rhymes are accurate and precise then

Hitting straight to the point, i don't smoke joints

I only drink and puff blunts, so my niggaz appointed me

Malik, the drunken dragon, i'll burn your ass if you're lyrics are sagging

Cuz your rhymes are shitty, y'all move quick and niggaz say did-he

Do what i think he just did, that kid is witty

I don't need a welcome commitee, i just appear when i intend to

Roast an mc cuz that's an my agenda, sure contender, wack mc offender

Drop your draws, manchuz'll get up in you



[poppa chief of zu ninjaz]

The click got crime with it, rolled back like i cracked a jackel

Breaking ankles, gang tackle

Most wanted like tickle me elmo last christmas

Today seems the perfect day to test my sword play

Planned it, before i did it, then i shitted

Lovely like jada pinkett naked in jason's lyrics

Bank on it, got my monkey wrench and my shank on it

Give me a beat like this and i get stank on it

Players is getting older, the older's getting younger

The gods is getting wiser, crackheads getting bolder

I wouldn't tell you nothing to hurt you, unless i don't like you

One way or another zu gon' get you



[shorty shit stain of brooklyn zu]

I keep the toast in the harness

About to stick some foreigners

Run your garment, cuz i hear my stomach calling

It's a predicament, i'm falling

But you don't see me crawling

Cuz i'ma get this loot if it kills me

I'll lock your shit down like a master lock

Rolling with a master flock

Brooklyn zu, those the warriors

No claiming colors, but strictly claiming hawk of fame

I'm leaving niggaz we the stain on their brain

Street life, we roll dice and rock diamonds

Cuz we shining as we bubble on this gold mine

And sip fine wines with all my kinds

Crazy cuffies, crazy cuffies

You niggaz bring your ruffy ruffy

Rhymes is falling like a bag of illy

Niggaz dealing with the real, come hear me



[war of zu manchuz]

Duel, i must stalk for the murder behind this shit

War lies in the bloody pill like alligators

Perpetrators got laced, war written on his face

Nigga lost his place and his concentration in his place

Clip full for too long leaks it empty

Reload, shots at the sky, boo you watch a mole

This original manchu, technical assassin

Gun, ax, whipper, we bounce of your block with satisfaction

Destroy your anatomy aggressively

Killing niggaz was meant be be

Not logically, but self-explanatory

Your man died in a blaze of glory

Sword slash cut your bodies