Warrior Chiefs

*sounds of fighting* [Intro: sampled]

I'm the warrior chief.

I'm the merciless

God of anyone that disturbs me in my universe.

******* 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

Hiro*******mo bombs

Chambers It's death by wishes and mad *******z is getting headaches

I'ma warn you, this *******t here is about to get pathetic

And there's ******* boys getting *******pped out by

FedEx, If

I said it

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

I re-design your chromosomes and make that *******t my ******* 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]

*******, 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 ******* on

Now you're suck on some *******t, we bust a nut on

All you *******z waiting for this *******, 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 a*******osphere

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 *******, 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 *******s,

I shred cliques

Crews, camps, clams, *******t, 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 nigh*******ares,

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 M

C'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 ******* 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 *******z appointed me

Malik, the

Drunken Dragon,

I'll burn your ass if you're lyrics are sagging

Cuz your rhymes are *******tty, y'all move quick and *******z 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 M

C 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

Chris*******as

Today seems the perfect day to test my sword play

Planned it, before

I did it, then

I *******tted

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 *******t 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 *******t 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 *******z we the stain on their brain

Street life, we roll dice and rock diamonds

Cuz we *******ning as we bubble on this gold mine

And sip fine wines with all my kinds

Crazy cuffies, crazy cuffies

You *******z bring your ruffy ruffy

Rhymes is falling like a bag of illy

*******z dealing with the real, come hear me [War of Zu Manchuz]

Duel, I must stalk for the murder behind this *******t

War lies in the bloody pill like alligators

Perpetrators got laced,

War written on his face

******* 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 *******z was meant be be

Not logically, but self-explanatory

Your man died in a blaze of glory

Sword slash cut your bodies