Warrior Chiefs Lyrics - Buddha Monk

*sounds of fighting* 

[Intro: sampled] 

I'm the warrior chief. 

I'm the merciless God of anyone that disturbs me in my universe. 

Fuck 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 Hiroshimo bombs 

Creation of this playing made by 36 Chambers 

It's death by wishes and mad niggaz is getting headaches 

I'ma warn you, this shit here is about to get pathetic 

And there's fucking boys getting shipped out by FedEx, If I said it 

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

I re-design your chromosomes and make that shit my fucking 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] 

Fuck, 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 fuck on 

Now you're suck on some shit, we bust a nut on 

All you niggaz waiting for this bitch, 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 atmosphere 

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 pussy, 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 dicks, I shred cliques 

Crews, camps, clams, shit, 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 nightmares, 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 MC'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 fucking 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 niggaz appointed me 

Malik, the Drunken Dragon, I'll burn your ass if you're lyrics are sagging 

'cause your rhymes are shitty, y'all move quick and niggaz 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 MC 'cause 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 Christmas 

Today seems the perfect day to test my sword play 

Planned it, before I did it, then I shitted 

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 Shit Stain of Brooklyn Zu] 

I keep the toast in the harness 

About to stick some foreigners 

Run your garment, 'cause I hear my stomach calling 

It's a predicament, I'm falling 

but you don't see me crawling 

'cause I'ma get this loot if it kills me 

I'll lock your shit 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 niggaz we the stain on their brain 

Street life, we roll dice and rock diamonds 

'cause we shining as we bubble on this gold mine 

And sip fine wines with all my kinds 

Crazy cuffies, crazy cuffies 

You niggaz bring your ruffy ruffy 

Rhymes is falling like a bag of illy 

Niggaz dealing with the real, come hear me 

[War of Zu Manchuz] 

Duel, I must stalk for the murder behind this shit 

War lies in the bloody pill like alligators 

Perpetrators got laced, War written on his face 

Nigga 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 niggaz was meant be be 

Not logically, but self-explanatory 

Your man died in a blaze of glory 

Sword slash cut your bodies