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