Artist: Buddha Monk & Da Manchuz Album: Zu-Chronicles, Vol. 4: Manchuz Dynasty Song: Mongolian Wars Typed by: Cno Evil [Babyface Fensta] Celebrate arrival of hip hop revival Crashes through window, like annoying people Sequel, better than original, attacks like vultures And criminals, the coming, came and went 36 Chambers had dangers Rodeo style, with that fucking Lone Ranger Lost with those Boyz in QB to death No breath was left, for Lion King's best Mongolian wars tours specific, be specific What you kicking, when the crowd listens Last Man Standing, Manchurian planning Tactics, awkward like virgins Roam like cellular phones in Buffalo, the low down You can't Pete Rock to sleep, sure shot Grim reap, cuz we hot, three mills and a cock of snakes Take the bait, realism Phantasm evil dead, nigga, bled from his eyes Death Becomes You, so you die The reason you die, injuries sparring Mongolia attacks, starring [Drunken Dragon] Warring... yo first contact, cover three fourths of this mother Test waters and discover bodies leak, bloody rivers Make you shiver deliver, sure shots to your knot I stand out like Buddha Monk dots in chubby spots Cause turbulence, make a disturbance, to your servants Where niggas ain't rollin' with gats, they act nervous Relax, as we dominate the western hemisphere Clear the area, break barriers, remain superior Unity, and my kind will shine through equality Murder any who causes mutiny, catching you like truancy You will D-I-E, M-A-N-C to the H-U-Z, the G.O.D. [Chorus: Drunken Dragon] Mongolian Wars, set your crew on fire Manchuz stand strong, last long like Great Walls Mongolian Wars, yo, we conquer all areas Claiming property, in the name of Manchuria [Chilli Black] Yo, I back slap the new cats, who don't know how to act Try to run for your mack, and catch a hot one in your back, son I'm from a town where the ruggednism at I rock a fitted hat, with nigga naps, missing two jibs Attach to baggy clothes, and boots, if I die Fuck a suit and tie, nigga fly, lace me up in Fila Trying to stay alive, getting caught up in crime Son, I'm only two dime, I ain't rushing my time But these swine headed niggas is blind, so I draw a line Your head might pass, with your body chasing behind My niggas ready for war, a fall for is the swoll of what's wrong Plus being strong, Manchuz last the longest [G-Note$] I'm writing the missing link to, surrounded by birds and trees A big coat, coast with stings Like producers of honey, a yellowjacket attack shit You look and, you receive good luck from lady bugs Hunt and escaping, takes concentration, examples told ya The ones who escaped Charlotte's Web Caught arachnopobia, the legend, of Manchuz playing Came in, describing, therefore behaving Disorderly conduct, erupts violent, the don baron Cut a plane pilot, glides like owls Suit dynamites in silence, triumph over obstacles I study, industry sentinels with tenticles Poison in a verse I burst, is identical like worms crawling through the earth, I search fresh water for fresh water fish Went through my pape, barely escaped and attacked from a water snake Paperwaste your mates, got killed by Manchu papermates My pen is as sharp as my tongue, like a rat named Templeton You're in it, for worse than you get, than you gone Like a lightning bug, I spotted you for what the fuck you was Yo, who gives a fuck if a groundhog sees a shadow April showers bring May flowers, like sacred hands make sacred song Potent, like a Haitian sticking to culture, and not fuck with deodorant Gassing eyes tear, blind minister singing, tell the most visual jokes... [Chorus 1/2] [War] Yo, back the fuck up, or catch four to your dome War stands alone, with a bulletproof, God, protect your dome I'm coming through like a cyclone, murder I condone You bitch nigga, reach for that fucking chrome And bring it on that level that you never been on I'm trained to kill, leave an open eye in my shady zone My War tactics, will have your ass gasping for air Look here son, I never lost a battle, I'm still here You getting shitted on, like Hane's underwears I bring the pain to your name, and leave your flesh splattered everywhere My shit is realer than a premonition, my tech's your wishing For you to front's, to tear your ligament Your skills I got, is hot, and rock your block like two glocks Niggas getting studied on like clock When War come through, niggas get they own ass got Manchu, Buddha Monk, give it all the fuck you got Mongolian Wars...