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Song title: Buddha Monk - Warrior Chiefs (feat. Dutch Master, Spiritual Assassin, Babyface Finster, Drunken Dragon, Popa Chief, Shorty Shit Stain &war)

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*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
 Cuz 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 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 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, 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 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
 Cuz 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