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wu-tang: 7th chamber - wu-tang clan lyrics

[skit]
[raekwon]
yo, meth, hold up, hold up
yo, meth, where my k!ller tape at, god?
first of all, where my
where the f-ck is my tape at?

[method man]
yo, son, i ain’t got that piece, son

[raekwon]
how you ain’t got my sh-t when i let you hold it, man?

[method man]
yo, n-ggas came over to have 40s and blunts, kid
the sh-t just came up missin’, son

[raekwon]
come on, man, that don’t got nothin’ to do with my sh-t, man
come on, man, go head with that sh-t, man

[method man]
come on, man, i’ll buy you four more f-ckin’ k!ller tapes, man

[u-god]
[banging on the door] aiyo! aiyo!

[raekwon]
open the door, man! what the f-ck, man?
yo, what? what’s up?

[ghostface k!llah]
yo, yo, god, word is bond, yo
shameek just got bust in his head two times, god!

[u-god]
word to mother!

ghostface k!llah:
word life, god. you know shameek from f-ckin’ 212, god?
the n-gga just got bucked
n-ggas in a black land, god, word is bond
came through, god, from out of nowhere, god
word is bond i’m comin’ to get my culture cipher, god
and they just… word is bond
crazy shots just went the f-ck off, god

[u-god]
n-ggas let off crazy shots, kid

[ghost]
the n-gga layin’ there like a f-ckin’ newborn f-ckin’ baby, god

[u-god]
word up!

[meth]
is he dead?

[ghost]
is he f-ckin’ dead?
what the f-ck you mean is he f-ckin’ dead, god?

[u-god]
what the f-ck kind of question is that, b? f-ck you think?

[rza]
easy, easy

[ghost]
the n-gga layin’ there with his f-ckin’…
all types of f-ckin’ blood comin’ out of his f-ckin’…

[u-god]
(sarcastically) is he is he is he dead?

[ghost]
yo, god, what’s up, god? it’s the god, god, word is bond
yo, what’s up? i’m ready to f-ckin’ lay…
i’m ready to get busy, god, what’s up?

[rae]
yo, let’s go do what we got…

[u-god]
what’s up, yo?

[rae]
yo let’s go do what we gotta do, man, f-ck it

[u-god]
yo, we out or what, man?

[ghost]
it’s the god, god, f-ck that, man

[u-god]
you sayin’ we out?

[meth]
they probably took the tape

[ghost]
what the f-ck?

[rae]
n-gga still sweatin’ the tape, man

[ghost]
what the f-ck is you talkin’ about? get the f-ck outta here!

[rae]
f-ckin’ corn!

[intro: wu-tang clan]
good morning vietnam!
yeah, good morning
to all you motherf-ckin’ knotty-headed n-ggas
yo, to the camouflage large n-ggas
b-tch, where the f-ck is my bottle?
bring that f-ckin’ meth in here!
yo yo yo yo
now we gonna drink some good night train

[verse 1: raekwon]
champion gear that i rock, you get your boots knocked
then attack you like a pit, then lock sh-t down
as i come and freaks the sound
hardcore, but givin’ you more and more like “ding!”
nah, shorty, get you open like six packs
k!lla beez attack, flippin’ what, murder one
phat tracks, aight, i kick it like a nike flight
word life, i get that -ss robbed on spite
check the method from bedrock ’cause i rock your head to bed
just like rockin’ what? twin glocks!
shake the ground while my beats just break you down
raw sound, goin’ to war right now
so, yo, bombin’, we usually take all n-ggas garments
save your breath before i vomit

[verse 2: method man]
i be that insane n-gga from the psycho ward
i’m on the trigger, plus i got the wu-tang sword
so how you figure that you can even f-ck with mine?
hey, yo, rza! hit me with that sh-t one time!
and pull a foul, n-ggas, save the beef for the cow
i’m milkin’ this ho, this is my show, tical
the f-ck you wanna do for this mic piece, duke?
i’m like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
plo style, buddha monks with the owls
now who’s the f-ckin’ man? meth-tical

[break: method man]
on the chessbox
“wu-tang style”

[verse 3: inspectah deck]
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 k!ller
rap fanatic representin’ with the sk!ll that’s iller
dare to compare, get pierced just like your ear
the shooby doo-wop 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 f-ckin’ charge when i explode

[verse 4: ghostface k!llah]
slammin’ a hype–ss verse ’til your head burst
i ramshack dead in the track, and that’s that
rap -ss-ssin, fast and quick to blast and hardrock
i ran up in spots like fort knox
i’m hot, top notch, ghost thinks with logic
flashbacks 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 phat–ss lex
so, clear the way! make way! yo, open the cage!
peace, i’m out, jettin’ like a runaway slave

[verse 5: rza]
you gettin’ stripped from your garments, boy, run your jewels
all the meth got me open like fallopian tubes
i bring death to a snake when he least expect
ain’t a d-mn thing changed, boy, protect ya neck
ruler zig-zag-zig allah jam is fatal
quick to stick my wu-tang sword right through your navel
suspenseful force bein’ brought through my utensil
the pencil, i bring strong winds up against you
havoc, then run up through your county like the maverick
caps through the tablets, i gots to make the fabrics

[verse 6: ol’ dirty b-st-rd]
a-a-a-ah-ah, are you a warrior k!ller slicin’ sh-t like a samurai?
the ol’ dirty b-st-rd from the bar
ol’ dirty clan of terrorists
comin’ at your -ss like a sorceress, shootin’ that p-ss
n-ggas be gettin’ on my f-ckin’ nerves
rhymes they be kickin’
make me wanna kick their f-ckin’ -ss to the curb
boy got funky fresh like the old specialist
a carrier, messenger, bury ya
this experience is for the whole experience
let it be applied, unique drop that science

[verse 7: gza]
my- my- my- my clan is thick like plaster, bust ya, slash ya
slit a n-gga back like a dutch master
k!ller, style jumped off in k!lla hilla
i was the thriller in the ali-frazier manila
i came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock
like gettin’ smashed by a cinder block
pow! now it’s all over; n-ggas seein’ pink hearts
yellow moons, orange stars, and green clovers

- wu tang clan lyrics

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