Poppa Chief, Shorty Shit Stain, Zu Manch

Typed by: Masta10304@HotMail.Com<br><br>*sounds of fighting*<br><br>[Intro: sampled]<br>I`m the warrior chief.<br>I`m the merciless God of anyone that disturbs me in my universe.<br>Fuck with me and you will suffer my wrath.<br><br>[Buddha Monk]<br>It`s assassination day, so the devil now prays<br>That the bombs from this God don`t sound no alarms<br>Now y`all stay calm, let me move like Rahmadan<br>Speak one word then you`re gone, drop like Hiroshimo bombs<br>Creation of this playing made by 36 Chambers<br>It`s death by wishes and mad niggaz is getting headaches<br>I`ma warn you, this shit here is about to get pathetic<br>And there`s fucking boys getting shipped out by FedEx, If I said it<br>Then it`s best that you protect your fucking head, kid<br>I re-design your chromosomes and make that shit my fucking home<br>Get out my war zone! and I`ll leave you hit down all alone<br>I attack, that Killa Bee`s chopping with an axe<br><br>[Dutch Masta Killa]<br>Fuck, it`s dangerous in this game to bust<br>In holes, while triffels gain your trust<br>Representing Brooklyn from the Hook on<br>No question, we keep the truck on<br>Hoes, now get your fuck on<br>Now you`re suck on some shit, we bust a nut on<br>All you niggaz waiting for this bitch, just hold on<br>Desert eagles busting at seagels flying the coup<br>I see you`re face dipped in the plate, eating my soup<br>Now you`re on a negative vibe, then rob me<br>Brooklyn Zu, we float through like foreign currency<br><br>[Spiritual Assassin of Zu Manchuz]<br>Sixteen kings, international<br>Going against the odds and the curse<br>A universal traveller verse<br>The first to peep this right or wrong turf<br>Trapped in the Earth`s atmosphere<br>Knowing the wisdom and the knowledge, things is never clear<br>A hundred and eighty degree angle, straight line, bridge<br>Naked asylum, strangle this kid<br>That man move got rocked away far like hemmy`s<br>Vision slightly off, they keeping one with the froth<br>Learning pussy, john protection, court minister, three six zeros<br>Spillin treble, a bow and arrow in hands of a crossed-eye indian<br><br>[BabyFace Fensta]<br>Like Jeff Domer and his barrel of dicks, I shred cliques<br>Crews, camps, clams, shit, the Iron Fist<br>Infiltrator of Shaolin, but Manchurian<br>Learned secrets in divine pamplets<br>Manuals numerous with horrendous skills<br>Intentional calculated kills from the hills<br>When Zu Street had nightmares, Manchuz came on through<br>Assassin`s interior, humble exterior<br>You`re getting warrier, stagering from the javelin<br>Rhymes get ate, like Pharoah Gram`s, see eight<br>Motivate, Manchuz cleaned the plate<br>Went back for seconds, turned MC`s to reverends<br>Ricans, Born Again Christians<br>Believing in mysteries and their histories<br>Nimble and swift like cheaters<br>We be crumbling divisions with murderous intentions<br><br>[Drunken Dragon of Zu Manchuz]<br>It`s the number one rap creator forcing rhymes to make your mind boggle<br>Guzzling MC`s like a bottle of OE, Drunken, pass me another cup<br>Round them up, mad jam, bust some rhymes and make them duck<br>Too late, watch your fucking aisle, I`m Mike Tyson<br>When I`m slicing, rhymes are accurate and precise then<br>Hitting straight to the point, I don`t smoke joints<br>I only drink and puff blunts, so my niggaz appointed me<br>Malik, the Drunken Dragon, I`ll burn your ass if you`re lyrics are sagging<br>Cuz your rhymes are shitty, y`all move quick and niggaz say did-he<br>Do what I think he just did, that kid is witty<br>I don`t need a welcome commitee, I just appear when I intend to<br>Roast an MC cuz that`s an my agenda, sure contender, wack MC offender<br>Drop your draws, Manchuz`ll get up in you<br><br>[Poppa Chief of Zu Ninjaz]<br>The click got crime with it, rolled back like I cracked a jackel<br>Breaking ankles, gang tackle<br>Most wanted like Tickle Me Elmo last Christmas<br>Today seems the perfect day to test my sword play<br>Planned it, before I did it, then I shitted<br>Lovely like Jada Pinkett naked in Jason`s Lyrics<br>Bank on it, got my monkey wrench and my shank on it<br>Give me a beat like this and I get stank on it<br>Players is getting older, the older`s getting younger<br>The Gods is getting wiser, crackheads getting bolder<br>I wouldn`t tell you nothing to hurt you, unless I don`t like you<br>One way or another Zu gon` get you