Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber lyrics

Yo, Meth, hold up, hold up
Yo, Meth, where my Killer tape at, God?
First of all, where my
Where the fuck is my tape at?

Yo, son, I ain't got that piece, son

How you ain't got my shit when
I let you hold it, man?

Yo, niggas came over to have 40s and blunts
Kid the shit just came up missin', son

Come on, man, that don't got nothin'
To do with my shit, man
Come on, man, go head with that shit, man

Come on, man, I'll buy you
Four more fuckin' Killer tapes, man

Open the door, man! What the fuck, man?
Yo, what? What's up?

Yo, yo, God, word is bond, yo
Shameek just got bust in his head two times
God!

Word to mother!

Word life, God
You know Shameek from fuckin' 212, God?
The nigga just got bucked
Niggas 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 fuck off, God

Niggas let off crazy shots, kid

The nigga layin' there like a
Fuckin' newborn fuckin' baby, god

Word up!

Is he dead?

Is he fuckin' dead?
What the fuck you mean is he fuckin' dead
God?

What the fuck kind of question is that
B? Fuck you think?

Easy, easy

The nigga layin' there with his fuckin'
All types of fuckin' blood comin'
Out of his fuckin'

(sarcastically) Is he is he is he dead?

Yo, God, what's up, God? It's the God, God
Word is bond
Yo, what's up? I'm ready to fuckin' lay
I'm ready to get busy, God, what's up?

Yo, let's go do what we got

What's up, yo?

Yo let's go do what we gotta do, man, fuck it

Yo, we out or what, man?

It's the God, God, fuck that, man

You sayin' we out?

They probably took the tape

What the fuck?

Nigga still sweatin' the tape, man

What the fuck is you talkin' about?
Get the fuck outta here!

Fuckin' corn!

Good Morning Vietnam! Yeah, good morning
To all you motherfuckin' knotty headed niggas
Word to the camouflage large niggas
Bitch, where the fuck is my bottle?
Bring that fuckin' meth in here! Yo, yo, yo
Now we gonna drink some good Night train
Yo, yo, yo, yo!

Champion gear that I rock
You get your boots knocked
Then attack ya like a pit, then
Lock shit 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
Killa Beez attack, flippin' what?
Murder one phat 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 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-Niggas-Garments
Save your 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 for the cow
I'm milkin' this ho, this is my show, Tical!
The fuck you wanna do on 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 fuckin' man? Meth Tical

On the chessbox "Wu Tang style"

Yo, yeah, yo i leave the mic in body bags
My rap style has the force to leave
Ya 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 Killa rap fanatic
Representin' with the skill 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 fuckin'
Charge when I explode!

Slammin' a hype-ass verse 'til
Your head burst
I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin
Fast and quick to blast in 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-ass Lex
So, clear the way! Make way! Yo
Open the cage!
Peace, I'm out, jettin' like a runaway slave

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 damn 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 through your
County like the Maverick
Caps through the tablets
I gots to make the fabrics

A-a-a ah ah, are you a warrior
Killer? 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 be kickin' make me wanna kick
They fuckin' ass 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!

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 in Killa 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
Poaw! Now it's all over
Niggas seein' pink hearts, yellow moons
Orange stars and green clovers