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Wu‐Tang: 7th Chamber, Part II
Wu-Tang Clan
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Niggas on the left, rag shit to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, come on in the track to what?
Klan in the front, let ya feet stomp
Niggas on the left, rag shit to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, come on in the track to what?
This goes back to nineteen
Ahem, check it, yo
Good mornin' Vietnam
Yeah, good mornin' to all you motherfuckin' knotty-headed niggas
Word up, talk to them camouflage large niggas
Fuck it, Mob Bottom
Brin' that fuckin' meth in here, man
Yo, yo, yo, nah, we gonna drink some Midnight
Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit that locks shit down
'Cause I come and freaks the sound, hardcore
But givin' you more and more, like din'!
Nah shorty get you open like six-packs
Killa bees attack, flippin' what, murder one fat tracks, aight?
I kick it like a Nike Flight
Word life, I get that ass robbed on 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 it down
Raw sound, goin' to war right now
So, yo, bombin', we usually take all niggas garments
Save your breath before I bomb it
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?
Ayo, RZA, hit me with that shit one time
And pull a foul, niggas save the beef on the cow
I'm milkin' this hoe, this is my show, Tical
The fuck you wanna do, for this mic please do
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
B.L.O. style, buddha monks with the owl
Now who's the fuckin' man? Meth-Tical, Tical
(On the chessbox)
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 badlands of the Killa
Rap fanatic, representin' with the skill that's iller
Dare to compare, get pierced just like a ear
The shoo-be-doo-wop-bop strictly hardware
Armed and geared, 'cause I just broke out the prison
Charged by the system for murderin' the rhythm
Now low and behold, another deadly episode
Bound to catch another fuckin' charge when I explode
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, yo, out of respect, chops to neck
I get vexed, like crashin' up a fat-ass Lex
So clear the way, make way, yo, open the gates
Peace, I'm out, jettin' like a runaway slave
Yo, you gettin' stripped from your garments, boy, run your jewels
All the Meth got me open like fallopian tubes
I brin' death to a snake when he least expect
Ain't a damn thin' changed, boy, protect ya neck
Ruler Zig-Zag, to the law, jam is fatal
Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya naval
Suspenseful, plus bein' brought through my utensils
The pencil, I breaks through hard winds up against your
Abba, then run through your county like the Maverick
Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics
Are you a warrior, killa?
Slicin' shit like a Samurai
The Ol' Dirty Bastard from the bar
Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists
Comin' at your ass like a sorceress, shootin' that piss
Niggas be gettin' on my fuckin' nerves
Rhymes they kickin' make me wanna kick they fuckin' ass to the curb
Boy got monkey breath, like the old specialist
A carrier, messenger, warrior
This experience is for the whole experience
Let it be pliers, Unique drop that science
My clan is thick like plaster, rush ya, slash ya
Split a nigga back like a Dutch Master
Killa, style jumped off and killa, hill-a
I was the thrill in the Ali-Frazier manilla
I came down with fat tracks that combine and interlock
Like gettin' smashed by a cinder block
Blaow! Now it's all over
Niggas seein' pink hearts, yellow moons
Orange stars and green clovers
Yo, yo
True, true, protect ya neck, baby
Respect due, Paul
Aight, peace
Peace
Word up, Wu-Tang in the house, so, man
A lot of people, a lot of people into y'all
I guess, I guess they could, you know, feel, you know, the realness
The, you know, when they could, they could, they could feel the vibe
And I think hip-hop, that's what I be tellin' a lot of people
And a lot of record promoters, and a lot of, you know
A lot of, a lot of, a lot of artists, I mean, it's like
You know, it's somethin', it's music that you gotta touch and feel
You know what I'm sayin'?
And I think, I think that comes across
I think that comes across well in the video
I think probably, I haven't seen y'all live yet
I'm waitin' for the chance
But, uh, I'm pretty sure that, that
That, that's probably what it's like
You know, you probably really get into it
And they could hear that, I guess that
You hear it, hear it in your voices when you're sayin' the rhymes
Um, I mean, what, what, what would y'all say y'all style is?
It's our secret, never teach the Wu-Tang
You best protect ya neck