Intro (Shaolin Finger Jab) / Chamber Music (Prod. RZA)
Wu-Tang Clan
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I must tell you that the Clan is a danger to the public
But still, for many men, just to hear of the name
Fills them with hate and loathing
But why? They never harmed anyone
I'm afraid they did, in the past
There's something that I would like you to do
First I'll tell you about this style
The Clan techniques, the main style
Aha, yeah
Tell 'em about it, nigga
It's essential
Yeah, yeah
Chamber Music, open the party up
Come on
Come on, word up
You know who it is
Die Muscat say so all the time
Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo
Peep the jump off, ain't nothing sweet get dunked off
Fronting like you won't get deaded and bumped off
Drastic son, master guns that'll run up with plastic ones
Then go crash in the slums
One tight army, few good men that'll rep
Invade you strongly, prince of Wales swimming on feet
Props'll sell, all yellow L's, cocks sleeping on nails
Nigga, it's getting realer than real yo
Flash the brown last time it's crowned
All navy woolrich, Wu kicks, moving them pounds yo
Lasso niggas, great adventures of my niggas
In Castro pictures, sending them rash out to getchas
Like the wind, invite the grin, watch a nigga rewrite the trend
Boozy nigga did it again yo
Unholy team, die cast metal frame
Lame, let another man with heat handle beef
Chamber Music, open the party up
Chamber Music, open the party up
Yo, spark the intro, relevant info
Load up the keyboard, 105 tempo
Most heated battles I blasted emcees
Some said that the bullets flew by like angry bees
We entered on their level, but we would wait and listen
When one flashed metal, eight calculated positions
The world snapped once we combined our rap
Drastic measures, priceless treasures on MAC
My sword swing, wind chill, Mount Airy
Native Plant standing on the tall grass prairie
Snares and kicks, off the project bricks
It's no act, the producer played the role with drumsticks
The warning came unnoticed
It's like the shot of the dock of the bay in "Slay Otis"
The nine load us, each one adjust to his own environment
Formulate this great LP, a hundred rounds spent
Niggas bent on a fruitless search for nourishment
They long for the proper guidance, encouragement
Chamber Music, open the party up
Chamber Music, open the party up
Chamber Music, open the party up
Chamber Music, open the party up
It be the Lost Tribe, seven days locked in the dungeon
Foaming at the mouth, mad dogging this production
The uncontrolled substance, got me spitting up bars disgusting
The last temptation of the son of David Ruffin
Hold my mic sideways when busting
On Judgment Day, running through Hell, yelling and cussing
At emcees in my circumference, y'all niggas handcuffing
These hoes that ain't reading their rights or nothing
Keep lusting, yeah, and I'ma keep hustling
With Chamber Music, fucking the party up
You know me, every time you kiss that ass, you blow me
And blow trial, trying to walk a mile in my Saucony
Chamber Music, open the party up
Chamber Music, open the party up
Chamber Music, open the party up
Chamber Music, open the party up
We just touched down, Wu shuttle, private jet
Stepped off the plane, the world wept
Roll with the witty unpredictable, talent all natural
Rock with the Beatles of hip hop
Mathematical imperial manifestation of greatness
Make withers scream and shout
At the top of their breath of life essence
Captured on tape, it's precious
Blessed mic, cure deafness
Awake from your sleepless state
When the God bring rain, hail, snow to the earthquake
Chamber Music, open the party up
Chamber Music, open the party up
Chamber Music, open the party up
Chamber Music, open the party up