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[Intro: sampled]
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I'm the warrior chief.
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I'm the merciless God of anyone that disturbs me in my universe.
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Fuck with me and you will suffer my wrath.
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[Buddha Monk]
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It's assassination day, so the devil now prays
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That the bombs from this God don't sound no alarms
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Now y'all stay calm, let me move like Rahmadan
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Speak one word then you're gone, drop like Hiroshimo bombs
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Creation of this playing made by 36 Chambers
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It's death by wishes and mad niggaz is getting headaches
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I'ma warn you, this shit here is about to get pathetic
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And there's fucking boys getting shipped out by FedEx, If I said it
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Then it's best that you protect your fucking head, kid
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I re-design your chromosomes and make that shit my fucking home
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Get out my war zone! and I'll leave you hit down all alone
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I attack, that Killa Bee's chopping with an axe
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[Dutch Masta Killa]
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Fuck, it's dangerous in this game to bust
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In holes, while triffels gain your trust
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Representing Brooklyn from the Hook on
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No question, we keep the truck on
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Hoes, now get your fuck on
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Now you're suck on some shit, we bust a nut on
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All you niggaz waiting for this bitch, just hold on
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Desert eagles busting at seagels flying the coup
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I see you're face dipped in the plate, eating my soup
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Now you're on a negative vibe, then rob me
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Brooklyn Zu, we float through like foreign currency
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[Spiritual Assassin of Zu Manchuz]
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Sixteen kings, international
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Going against the odds and the curse
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A universal traveller verse
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The first to peep this right or wrong turf
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Trapped in the Earth's atmosphere
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Knowing the wisdom and the knowledge, things is never clear
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A hundred and eighty degree angle, straight line, bridge
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Naked asylum, strangle this kid
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That man move got rocked away far like hemmy's
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Vision slightly off, they keeping one with the froth
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Learning pussy, john protection, court minister, three six zeros
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Spillin treble, a bow and arrow in hands of a crossed-eye indian
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[BabyFace Fensta]
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Like Jeff Domer and his barrel of dicks, I shred cliques
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Crews, camps, clams, shit, the Iron Fist
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Infiltrator of Shaolin, but Manchurian
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Learned secrets in divine pamplets
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Manuals numerous with horrendous skills
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Intentional calculated kills from the hills
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When Zu Street had nightmares, Manchuz came on through
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Assassin's interior, humble exterior
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You're getting warrier, stagering from the javelin
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Rhymes get ate, like Pharoah Gram's, see eight
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Motivate, Manchuz cleaned the plate
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Went back for seconds, turned MC's to reverends
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Ricans, Born Again Christians
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Believing in mysteries and their histories
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Nimble and swift like cheaters
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We be crumbling divisions with murderous intentions
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[Drunken Dragon of Zu Manchuz]
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It's the number one rap creator forcing rhymes to make your mind boggle
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Guzzling MC's like a bottle of OE, Drunken, pass me another cup
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Round them up, mad jam, bust some rhymes and make them duck
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Too late, watch your fucking aisle, I'm Mike Tyson
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When I'm slicing, rhymes are accurate and precise then
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Hitting straight to the point, I don't smoke joints
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I only drink and puff blunts, so my niggaz appointed me
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Malik, the Drunken Dragon, I'll burn your ass if you're lyrics are sagging
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Cuz your rhymes are shitty, y'all move quick and niggaz say did-he
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Do what I think he just did, that kid is witty
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I don't need a welcome commitee, I just appear when I intend to
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Roast an MC cuz that's an my agenda, sure contender, wack MC offender
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Drop your draws, Manchuz'll get up in you
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[Poppa Chief of Zu Ninjaz]
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The click got crime with it, rolled back like I cracked a jackel
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Breaking ankles, gang tackle
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Most wanted like Tickle Me Elmo last Christmas
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Today seems the perfect day to test my sword play
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Planned it, before I did it, then I shitted
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Lovely like Jada Pinkett naked in Jason's Lyrics
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Bank on it, got my monkey wrench and my shank on it
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Give me a beat like this and I get stank on it
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Players is getting older, the older's getting younger
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The Gods is getting wiser, crackheads getting bolder
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I wouldn't tell you nothing to hurt you, unless I don't like you
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