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Wu-Tang Clan( Wu Tang Clan )
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7th Chamber
Lyricist:Dennis David Coles, Robert F. Diggs, Gary Grice, Lamont Hawkins, Jason Hunter, Russell T. Jones, Clifford Smith, Corey Woods
Yo what I'm sayin', come on man? Yo Meth, hold up, hold up Yo Meth, where my Killer tape at ya? First of all, where my, where the fuck is my tape at?
Yo son I ain't got that peace son How you ain't go my shit, when I let you hold it man Yo niggas came over to have 40 and blunts kid The shit just came up missin' man
Come on man That don't got nothin' to do with my shit man Come on, go head with that shit Come on man, I'll buy you for more fuckin' Killah tapes man
Open the door man, what the fuck, man, yo what What's up Yo yo, God, word is bond, yo, Shymeek just got bust in his head 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 Culture Cypher, god
And it just, word is bond, crazy shots just went the fuck off god The nigga layin' there like a fuckin' new born fuckin' baby god Is he dead? Word up Is he fuckin' dead, what the fuck you mean is he fuckin' dead god
What kind of question is that B, what the fuck you think? The nigga layin' there with this fuckin' all types of fuckin' blood Comin' out of his Easy, easy, easy, easy, kid
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 Let's go do, let's go do what we gotta do right fuck it What's up yo, yo we out or what?
It's the god ya, fuck that We out, got a problem man What the fuck Nigga still sweatin' What the fuck is you talkin' about man, get the fuck outta here Corn
Good morning Vietnam Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin' notty-headed niggaz Word to the Camouflage Large niggaz Niggaz fuckin' my body
Bring that fuckin' Meth in here Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain And yo, set it off
Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked Then attack you like a pit that lock shit 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
I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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 chess box
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
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 hard rock 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
Yo, ya gettin' stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels While the Meth got me open like fallopian 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
Are you, are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin' shit like a samurai 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 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 nigga back like a Dutch Masta Killa Style jumped off and Killa, Hiller I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manila
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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