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Wu-Tang Clan
Wu Tang 7th Chamber
[Intro:]
*sounds of fighting*
[M]- Method Man
[R]-
Raekwon
[G]- Ghostface Killah
[U]- U-God
[M] Yo what I'm sayin, come on man?
[R] Yo Meth,
hold up, hold up
Yo Meth, where my Killah tape at ya?
First of all, where my--
Where the fuck is my tape at?
[M] Yo son I ain't got that peace son
[R] How you
ain't go my shit,
When I let you hold it man
[M]
Yo niggas came over to have 40 and blunts kid
The shit just
came on motion man
[R] Come on man, that don't got
nothin to do with my shit man
Come on, go head with that
shit
[M] Come on man, I'll buy you 4 more fuckin
Killah tapes man
*knock knock*
[R] Open the door man,
what the fuck, man, yo what
What's up
[G] Yo yo,
God, word is bond, yo, Shymeek just go bust in hishead
Two
times God [word to mother]
Real life God, you know Shymeek
from fuckin 212 [yeah yeah yea]
The nigga just got bust,
niggas in the Black Land, god
Word is bond, came thru God
from out of nowhere, God
Word is bond, I'm comin to
get my coat to Cypher, god
And it just--, word is bond,
crazy shots just went the fuck off
The nigga layin there
like a fuckin new born fuckin baby God
[M] Is he dead?
[word up]
[G] Is he fuckin dead, what the fuck you mean is
he fuckin deadgod
What kind of question is that B, what the
fuck you think?
The nigga layin there with this fuckin all
types of fuckinblood
Comin out of his--
[U] Easy,
easy, easy, easy, kid
[G] Yo God, whats up God, it's
the God, god, word is bond
I'm waitin to fuckin late,
i'm ready to get busy
[R] Let's go do- let's
go do what we gotta do right fuck it
[U] What's up yo,
yo we out or what?
[G] It's the god ya, fuck that/>We out, got a problem man
What the fuck
[U] Nigga
still sweatin
[G] What the fuck is you talkin about man,
get the fuck outtahere
[R] Corn
[Intro: Raekwon
(Method Man)]
(Take that motherfucker)
Word to the Camouflauge
Large niggaz
(Niggaz fuckin my body)
Bring that fuckin
meth in here
(Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna drink some good
Nightrain
and yo, set it off)
[Raekwon]
Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN (down)
As
I come and freaks the sound, hardcore
but giving you more
and more, like ding!
Nah shorty, get you open like six
packs
Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat
tracks
Aight? I kick it like a Night Flight!
Word
life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite!
Check the
method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed
Just like
rockin what? Twin glocks!
Shake the ground while my beats
just break you down
Raw sound, we going to war right now
So, yo, bombin
We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments
Save ya breath before I bomb it
[Method Man]
I
be that insane nigga from the psycho ward
I'm on the
trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword
So how you figure
that you can even fuck with mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me
with that shit one time!
And pull a foul, niggaz save the
beef on the cow
I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show,
Tical
The FUCK you wanna do? For this micpiece du'
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the Ginseng root
PLO
style, buddha monks with the owls
So who's the fuckin
man? Meth-Tical
On the chessbox
[Kung Fu
sample]
*sounds of fighting*
"Wu-Tang style"
[Inspectah Deck]
Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in
body bags, my rap style has
The force to leave you lost,
like the tribe of Shabazz
Murderous material, made by a
madman
It's the mic wrecker, Inspectah, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic
Representing with the skill that's iller
Dare to
compare, get pierced just like an ear
The Scooby Doo, I pop
strictly hardware
Armed and geared cause I just broke out
the prison
Charged by the system - for murderin the
rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode
Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I explode
[Ghostface Killah]
Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head
burst
I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and hardrock
I ran
up in spots like Fort Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, Ghost
thinks with logic
Flashback's how I attacked your
whole project
I'm raw, I'm rugged and raw! I
repeat, if I die
My seed'll be ill like me
Approachin me, you out of respect, chops ya neck
I get
vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass Lex'
So clear the
way, make way, yo! Open the cage
Peace, I'm out,
jettin like a runaway slave
[RZA]
Yo
Ya
gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
While
the meth got me open like falopian tubes
I bring death to a
snake when he least expect
Ain't a damn thing changed,
boy, Protect Ya Neck
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, jam is
fatal
Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya
navel
Suspenseful, plus bein bought through my utensil
The pencil, I break strong winds up against your
Abbott,
that run up through your county like the Maverick
Caps
through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics
[Kung
Fu sample]
*sounds of fighting*
"Wu-Tang style"
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit like a samurah
The Ol' Dirty Bastard VUNDABAH
Ol' Dirty clan
of terrorists
Comin atcha ass like a sorceress,
shootin' that PISS!
Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin
nerves
Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin
ass to thecurb
I got funky fresh, like the old
specialist
A carrier, messenger, bury ya
This
experience is for the whole experience
Let it be applied,
and THEN DROP THAT SCIENCE
[Kung Fu sample]
*sounds of fighting*
"Wu-Tang style"
[GZA]
My my my
My Clan is thick like plaster
Bust ya,
slash ya
Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Masta Killa
Style jumped off and Killa, Hill-er
I was the thriller in
the Ali-Frazier Manilla
I came down with phat tracks that
combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a cinder
block
Blaow! Now it's all over
Niggaz seein pink
hearts, yellow moons
Orange stars and green clovers
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