Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber - Pt. II lyrics
[Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber - Pt. II lyrics]
Niggas on the left, brag shit 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
Niggas on the left, brag shit 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
Motherfuckin notty headed niggas
Word to the camouflage large niggas
Bitch niggas fuckin my body
Bring that fuckin 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 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
A'ight? I kick it like a Night Flite!
Word life, I get that ass raw
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 Niggas Garments
Save ya breath before I vomit
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?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time!
And pull a foul
Niggas save the beef on the cow
I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, tical
The FUCK 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 fucking 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 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, 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
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 uh ah uh Are you a warrior?
Killer? Slicin shit like a samurai
The Ol' Dirty Bastard from the bar
Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists
Comin atcha ass like a sorceress
Shootin' that PISS!
Niggas 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 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
Niggas seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
Orange stars and green clovers
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
Niggas on the left, brag shit 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
Motherfuckin notty headed niggas
Word to the camouflage large niggas
Bitch niggas fuckin my body
Bring that fuckin 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 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
A'ight? I kick it like a Night Flite!
Word life, I get that ass raw
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 Niggas Garments
Save ya breath before I vomit
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?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time!
And pull a foul
Niggas save the beef on the cow
I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, tical
The FUCK 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 fucking 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 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, 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
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 uh ah uh Are you a warrior?
Killer? Slicin shit like a samurai
The Ol' Dirty Bastard from the bar
Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists
Comin atcha ass like a sorceress
Shootin' that PISS!
Niggas 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 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
Niggas seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
Orange stars and green clovers