Spiritual Assa**in - Nightmare on Zu Street lyrics

[Chorus: all] Now we came here to party and to turn this mother out So get up on the dance floor, let me hear you scream and shout The Zu came here to party, let me see you shake that body Who ever try to test us, well n***a that's your a** [Buddha Monk] All my enemies, let me do my thing please Do my thing, do my thing, do my thing What's the Brooklyn Zu? Buddah Monk that's who Hit em over hip hop right back to size 2 f** your crew, nothin new when the god comes through Cut your momma one line, make the people say "Ooooooo" It's professional, hip hop, murder to the shack Who want it? Step your a** right up on deck We can scrap over verbal combat, styles like a gat You been murdered on CD, ca**ette or DAT That's a fact, never slack, move forward like a mack Kings of style black with my rhymes laid down on wax Who's next, take a step up in this verbal combat Catch a smack from this Brooklyn Zu artifact Take your wack style right back, put it in your pack Now I'm goin insane with my Brooklyn Zu train [Chorus] [Spiritual Assasin] Yo n***as is confused, lost in the mind of my fumes There's nothin but havin a battle and To have your f**in rhyme staggerin I'm sharp like a javelin bein' thrown Like baseballs I'm crashin through windows in twin homes Snake venom, I'm much worse once up in em One dose'll have you comatose While that n***a's gettin ripped from the throat Scorchin hot thoughts, shoot the rot plot in your fort So you're shot down, at the sea port Tryin to flow, yo In a forest we harvest with element ninjas Strength ingore pain when it entered Watch your f**in style get tested When I cut I leave behind dirty a** infections Now choose your muthaf**in wepaon 35 boxcutters sits in the midst Now blessin The Manchuz with my secret songship, Zu [Chorus] [Drunken Dragon] n***a banish you in verbal combat like Johnny Cage f**in with the beast unleashed like Primal Rage Turn the next page, it's another headliner Manchuz stalked out your wack show like Mel's Diner I'm the giggalo a.k.a. the muthaf**er Start the new world order and here's the chloro, huh Too much intelligence to borrow, you're short mad cash I sh** on n***as so hard water splash on my a** Graced by an inch, I was smoother than a hustler Crooklyn Zoo trussler, musty cattle rustler Gut and bone crusher, dragonfist bizarre Wizard to god, rollin with the bomb squad