Nightmare On Zu Street

[Chorus:]

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

If you ever try to test us, well nigga that's your ass

[Verse One: 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

Fuck your crew, nothin new when the god comes through

Cut your momma one time, make the people say "Ooooooo"

It's professional, hip hop, murder to the shack

Who want it? Step your ass right up on deck

We can scrap over verbal combat, styles like a gat

You been murdered once you seen the cassette 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:]

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

Whoever try to test us, well nigga that's your ass

[Verse Two:]

Yo niggas is confused, lost in the mind of my pews

There's nothin but havin a battle and

To have your fuckin 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 nigga's gettin ripped from the throat

Scorchin hot thoughts, shoot the rot plot in your forts

So you're shot down, had a seat bought

Tryin to flow, yo

In a forest we harvest with element ninjas

Strength ingore pain when it entered

Watch your fuckin style get tested

When I cut I leave behind dirty ass infections

Now choose your muthafuckin wepaon

35 boxcutters sits in the midst

Now blessin The Manchuz with my secret songship, Zu

[Chorus:]

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

Whoever try to test us, well nigga that's your ass

[Verse Three: Drunken Dragon]

Nigga banish you in verbal combat like Johnny Cage

Fuckin 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 muthafucker

Start the new world order and here's the chloro, huh

Too much intelligence to borrow, you're short mad cash

I shit on niggas so hard water splash on my ass

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