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Warrior Chiefs (Feat. Dutch Master,… Lyrics

Buddha Monk – Warrior Chiefs (Feat. Dutch Master,… Lyrics

Sounds*of fighting [intro*

sampled]: I'm
the warrior chief I'm.
the merciless god of anyone that disturbs me in my universe F.
k**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 ni z***is getting headaches I'ma
warn you this, s tithere is about to get pathetic And
there's f gay***boys getting shipped out by fedex if, I said it Then
it's best that you protect your f gay***head kid, I
re-design your chromosomes and make that s titmy f gay***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] f
k**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 f k**on Now
you're suck on some s titwe, bust a nut on All
you ni z***waiting for this b h***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
p y***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, s, titthe, 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 f gay***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 ni z***appointed me Malik
the, drunken dragon i'll, burn your a if** you're lyrics are sagging Cuz
your rhymes are shitty y'all, move quick and ni z***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

s titstain 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 s titdown 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 ni z***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
ni z***bring your ruffy ruffy Rhymes
is falling like a bag of illy ni
z***dealing with the real come, hear me [war

of zu manchuz] Duel
I, must stalk for the murder behind this s titWar
lies in the bloody pill like alligators Perpetrators
got laced war, written on his face n
anuslost 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
ni z***was meant be be Not
logically but, self-explanatory Your
man died in a blaze of glory Sword
slash cut your bodies
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