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