Wu-Tang7th Chamber - Part II (Conclusion) - Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Clan

GZA

Raekwon

Method Man

Inspectah Deck

Ghostface Killah

RZA

Ol' Dirty Bastard

专辑:《Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) [Expanded Edition] [Explicit]》

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Wu-Tang7th Chamber - Part II (Conclusion) - Wu-Tang Clan 歌词

Niggaz on the left brag sh*t to death

Now hoods on the right wild for the night

Punks in the back c'mon and attract to what

Clan in da front let your feet stomp

Niggaz on the left brag sh*t to death

Hoods on the right wild for the night

Punks in the back c'mon and attract to what

This goes back to nineteen

Ahem check it yo

GOOD MORNING VIETNAM

Yeah good morning to all you motherf**kin notty-headed niggaz

Word to the camoflouge large niggaz

B**ch niggaz f**kin my body

Bring that f**kin meth in here

Yo yo yo yo

Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain

Champion gear that I rock you get your boots knocked

Then attack you like a pit that lock sh*t 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

A'ight I kick it like a Night Flite

Word life I get that a** 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

I be that insane ni**a 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**k with mine

Hey yo RZA Hit me with that sh*t one time

And pull a foul niggaz save the beef on the cow

I'm milkin this ho this is MY show tical

The F**K you wanna do More than Spike Lee's Do

I'm like a sniper hyper off the ginseng root

PLO style buddha monks with the owls

So who's the f**king man Meth-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 Inspector 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 zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly hardware

Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison

Charged by the system - for murdering the rhythm

Now lo and behold another deadly episode

Bound to catch another f**kin charge when I explode

Slammin a hype-a** 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-a** Lex'

So clear the way make way yo Open the cage

Peace I'm out jettin like a runaway slave

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

Abbot that run up through your county like the Maverick

Caps through the tablets I gots to make the fabrics

Are you uh ah uh

Are you a warrior Killer Slicin sh*t like a samurah

The Ol' Dirty Bastard VUNDABAH

Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists

Comin atcha a** like a sorceress shootin' that PISS

Niggaz be gettin on my f**kin nerves

Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they f**kin a** to the curb

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

My my my

My Clan is thick like plaster

Bust ya slash ya

Slit a ni**a back like a Dutch Master Killer

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 seeing pink hearts yellow moons

Orange stars and green clovers