| I want the whole entire Clan | 
| I want that shit to sound like it was stompin, for real | 
| At ease, 10−4 | 
| There’s only one that will? | 
| to have the powers of truth | 
| I want my soldiers to be dignified soldiers (Sir, yes, sir!) | 
| I want you to march forward and bring forth the truth | 
| I want you to go forth at 1,200 feet per a second | 
| My troops are you ready? | 
| (Sir, yes, sir!) | 
| Buddha Monk? | 
| (Yes, sir) | 
| I want you to show and prove the powers that the ??? | 
| Are you ready ??? | 
| (Yes, sir) | 
| Pick up the pace! | 
| Take your left foot up! | 
| You must be crazy to sacrifice your life against this Manchu' | 
| I bomb you with the tactics, and I don’t warn bastards | 
| So think fast, watch this God cut like glass | 
| Bring your frame fast and make you do the thirty yard dash | 
| That’s yo' ass, my kills make me the last man that stands | 
| It’s that Brooklyn Zu, damn, they want you to raise your fuckin hands | 
| I’m equipped with some shit that’s dark, kill light like an eclipse | 
| Now bow down to this God, and all wish you will give to I | 
| Then infiltrate, I make moves like an earthquake | 
| Make them bitches get down and pass it to you on a slate | 
| Then my oddessey sees many Gods, I thought I see you flinch | 
| Don’t mind him, yo, drag him, punch him in his shit! | 
| Assassin with quick slashin, verbal smashin | 
| There’s no need to be askin, who be burnin you fuckin bastards | 
| I’m mastered, and I’ll attack like a praying mantis | 
| So visualize these words, over across seas enhance it | 
| You’re banished, the retro-scale shows a hundred percent damage | 
| Most niggas parish from fuckin with the Brooklyn Zu elements! | 
| Don’t never fuck with the Brooklyn Zu elements! | 
| All my soldiers, stand forth! | 
| Show no fear! | 
| Pick up your feet! | 
| Now there needs to be some teachin goin on! | 
| Are you ready ??? | 
| Alright, enough of nice, this next recite | 
| Take life niggas, and burn slowly down your windpipe | 
| Sharp as ever, hellbound Brooklyn Zu predator | 
| Whatever, we can get down in any weather | 
| I’m a marksman, fat, round, royal blood kin | 
| Dirty psycho trend, (SUUUUUU!) here come the Brooklyn Zu men | 
| There’s a thousand men rushin in on one way, how can you win? | 
| Monk accompanied by X-Men and 4 psychos who’ll babble off your shin | 
| I’m tired of y’all heathin, schemin to make me start leakin | 
| The first nigga open his mouth is the first nigga to start bleedin | 
| Yo, I mean this, I’m like a Q-Tip cleanin out yo' penis | 
| And most of you niggas will rotate around me like you’re fuckin Venus | 
| At ease, here’s a tissue for your nose bleed | 
| Watch this Zu God seize, like seeds, that of Johnny Appleseed | 
| You wanna battle? | 
| First power, I see, hears you | 
| Defy the laws of gravity, then my brain injects in you! | 
| Now! |