Текст песни Buddha Monk - Warrior Chiefs, слова песни Buddha Monk

Текст песни Buddha Monk - Warrior Chiefs

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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 praysThat the bombs from this God don`t sound no alarmsNow y`all stay calm, let me move like RahmadanSpeak one word then you`re gone, drop like Hiroshimo bombsCreation of this playing made by 36 ChambersIt`s death by wishes and mad niggaz is getting headachesI`ma warn you, this shit here is about to get patheticAnd there`s fucking boys getting shipped out by FedEx, If I said itThen it`s best that you protect your fucking head, kidI re-design your chromosomes and make that shit my fucking homeGet out my war zone! and I`ll leave you hit down all aloneI attack, that Killa Bee`s chopping with an axe[Dutch Masta Killa]Fuck, it`s dangerous in this game to bustIn holes, while triffels gain your trustRepresenting Brooklyn from the Hook onNo question, we keep the truck onHoes, now get your fuck onNow you`re suck on some shit, we bust a nut onAll you niggaz waiting for this bitch, just hold onDesert eagles busting at seagels flying the coupI see you`re face dipped in the plate, eating my soupNow you`re on a negative vibe, then rob meBrooklyn Zu, we float through like foreign currency[Spiritual Assassin of Zu Manchuz]Sixteen kings, internationalGoing against the odds and the curseA universal traveller verseThe first to peep this right or wrong turfTrapped in the Earth`s atmosphereKnowing the wisdom and the knowledge, things is never clearA hundred and eighty degree angle, straight line, bridgeNaked asylum, strangle this kidThat man move got rocked away far like hemmy`sVision slightly off, they keeping one with the frothLearning pussy, john protection, court minister, three six zerosSpillin treble, a bow and arrow in hands of a crossed-eye indian[BabyFace Fensta]Like Jeff Domer and his barrel of dicks, I shred cliquesCrews, camps, clams, shit, the Iron FistInfiltrator of Shaolin, but ManchurianLearned secrets in divine pampletsManuals numerous with horrendous skillsIntentional calculated kills from the hillsWhen Zu Street had nightmares, Manchuz came on throughAssassin`s interior, humble exteriorYou`re getting warrier, stagering from the javelinRhymes get ate, like Pharoah Gram`s, see eightMotivate, Manchuz cleaned the plateWent back for seconds, turned MC`s to reverendsRicans, Born Again ChristiansBelieving in mysteries and their historiesNimble and swift like cheatersWe be crumbling divisions with murderous intentions[Drunken Dragon of Zu Manchuz]It`s the number one rap creator forcing rhymes to make your mind boggleGuzzling MC`s like a bottle of OE, Drunken, pass me another cupRound them up, mad jam, bust some rhymes and make them duckToo late, watch your fucking aisle, I`m Mike TysonWhen I`m slicing, rhymes are accurate and precise thenHitting straight to the point, I don`t smoke jointsI only drink and puff blunts, so my niggaz appointed meMalik, the Drunken Dragon, I`ll burn your ass if you`re lyrics are saggingCuz your rhymes are shitty, y`all move quick and niggaz say did-heDo what I think he just did, that kid is wittyI don`t need a welcome commitee, I just appear when I intend toRoast an MC cuz that`s an my agenda, sure contender, wack MC offenderDrop 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 jackelBreaking ankles, gang tackleMost wanted like Tickle Me Elmo last ChristmasToday seems the perfect day to test my sword playPlanned it, before I did it, then I shittedLovely like Jada Pinkett naked in Jason`s LyricsBank on it, got my monkey wrench and my shank on itGive me a beat like this and I get stank on itPlayers is getting older, the older`s getting youngerThe Gods is getting wiser, crackheads getting bolderI wouldn`t tell you nothing to hurt you, unless I don`t like youOne way or another Zu gon` get you[Shorty Shit Stain of Brooklyn Zu]I keep the toast in the harnessAbout to stick some foreignersRun your garment, cuz I hear my stomach callingIt`s a predicament, I`m fallingbut you don`t see me crawlingCuz I`ma get this loot if it kills meI`ll lock your shit down like a master lockRolling with a master flockBrooklyn Zu, those the warriorsNo claiming colors, but strictly claiming hawk of fameI`m leaving niggaz we the stain on their brainStreet life, we roll dice and rock diamondsCuz we shining as we bubble on this gold mineAnd sip fine wines with all my kindsCrazy cuffies, crazy cuffiesYou niggaz bring your ruffy ruffyRhymes is falling like a bag of illyNiggaz dealing with the real, come hear me[War of Zu Manchuz]Duel, I must stalk for the murder behind this shitWar lies in the bloody pill like alligatorsPerpetrators got laced, War written on his faceNigga lost his place and his concentration in his placeClip full for too long leaks it emptyReload, shots at the sky, boo you watch a moleThis original Manchu, technical assassinGun, ax, whipper, we bounce of your block with satisfactionDestroy your anatomy aggressivelyKilling niggaz was meant be beNot logically, but self-explanatoryYour man died in a blaze of glorySword slash cut your bodies

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