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*sounds of fighting* [Intro: sampled] |
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I'm the warrior chief. |
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I'm the merciless |
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God of anyone that disturbs me in my universe. |
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Fuck with me and you will suffer my wrath. [Buddha Monk] |
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It's assassination day, so the devil now prays |
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That the bombs from this |
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God don't sound no alarms |
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Now y'all stay calm, let me move like |
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Rahmadan Speak one word then you're gone, drop like |
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Hiroshimo bombs |
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Chambers 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 |
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FedEx, If |
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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 |
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I'll leave you hit down all alone |
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I attack, that |
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Killa Bee's chopping with an axe [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 |
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Brooklyn from the |
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Hook on 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 [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 |
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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 [BabyFace Fensta] |
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Like Jeff |
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Domer and his barrel of dicks, |
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I shred cliques |
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Crews, camps, clams, shit, the |
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Iron Fist |
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Infiltrator of |
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Shaolin, but |
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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, |
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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 |
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Pharoah Gram's, see eight |
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Motivate, |
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Manchuz cleaned the plate |
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Went back for seconds, turned |
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MC's to reverends |
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Ricans, Born |
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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 [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 M |
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C's like a bottle of |
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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, |
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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, |
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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 |
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Drunken Dragon, |
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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, |
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I just appear when |
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I intend to |
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Roast an M |
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C cuz that's an my agenda, sure contender, wack |
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MC offender |
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Drop your draws, |
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Manchuz'll get up in you [Poppa Chief of Zu Ninjaz] |
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The click got crime with it, rolled back like |
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I cracked a jackel |
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Breaking ankles, gang tackle |
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Most wanted like |
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Tickle Me |
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Elmo last |
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Christmas |
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Today seems the perfect day to test my sword play |
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Planned it, before |
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I did it, then |
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I shitted |
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Lovely like |
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Jada Pinkett naked in |
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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 |
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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 |
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I don't like you |
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One way or another |
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Zu gon' get you [Shorty Shit Stain of Brooklyn Zu] |
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I keep the toast in the harness |
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About to stick some foreigners |
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Run your garment, cuz |
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I hear my stomach calling |
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It's a predicament, |
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I'm falling but you don't see me crawling |
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Cuz I'ma get this loot if it kills me |
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I'll lock your shit down like a master lock |
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Rolling with a master flock |
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Brooklyn Zu, those the warriors |
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No claiming colors, but strictly claiming hawk of fame |
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I'm leaving niggaz we the stain on their brain |
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Street life, we roll dice and rock diamonds |
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Cuz we shining as we bubble on this gold mine |
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And sip fine wines with all my kinds |
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Crazy cuffies, crazy cuffies |
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You niggaz bring your ruffy ruffy |
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Rhymes is falling like a bag of illy |
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Niggaz dealing with the real, come hear me [War of Zu Manchuz] |
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Duel, I must stalk for the murder behind this shit |
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War lies in the bloody pill like alligators |
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Perpetrators got laced, |
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War written on his face |
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Nigga lost his place and his concentration in his place |
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Clip full for too long leaks it empty |
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Reload, shots at the sky, boo you watch a mole |
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This original |
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Manchu, technical assassin |
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Gun, ax, whipper, we bounce of your block with satisfaction |
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Destroy your anatomy aggressively |
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Killing niggaz was meant be be |
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Not logically, but self-explanatory |
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Your man died in a blaze of glory |
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Sword slash cut your bodies |
