BabyFace Fensta - Warrior Chiefs 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** with me and you will suffer my wrath [Buddha Monk] It's a**a**ination 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 d**h by wishes and mad n***as is getting headaches I'ma warn you, this sh** here is about to get pathetic And there's f**ing boys getting shipped out by FedEx, If I said it Then it's best that you protect your f**ing head, kid I re-design your chromosomes and make that sh** my f**ing home Get out my war zone! and I'll leave you hit down all alone I attack, that k**a Bee's chopping with an axe [Dutch Masta k**a] f**, 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** on Now you're s** on some sh**, we bust a nut on All you n***as 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 Assa**in 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 (Indian,Indian) [BabyFace Fensta] Like Jeff Domer and his barrel of dicks, I shred cliques Crews, camps, clams, sh**, the Iron Fist Infiltrator of Shaolin, but Manchurian Learned secrets in divine pamplets Manuals numerous with horrendous sk**s Intentional calculated k**s from the hills When Zu Street had nightmares, Manchuz came on through Assa**in'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, pa** me another cup Round them up, mad jam, bust some rhymes and make them duck Too late, watch your f**ing 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 n***as appointed me Malik, the Drunken Dragon, I'll burn your a** if you're lyrics are sagging Cuz your rhymes are sh**ty, y'all move quick and n***as 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 sh**ted 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 sh** 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 k**s me I'll lock your sh** 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 n***as 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 n***as bring your ruffy ruffy Rhymes is falling like a bag of illy n***as dealing with the real, come hear me [War of Zu Manchuz] Duel, I must stalk for the murder behind this sh** War lies in the bloody pill like alligators Perpetrators got laced, War written on his face n***a 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 a**a**in Gun, ax, whipper, we bounce of your block with satisfaction Destroy your anatomy aggressively k**ing n***as was meant be be Not logically, but self-explanatory Your man died in a blaze of glory Sword slash cut your bodies (Bodies, what)