Artist: Wu-Tang Clan Album: Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) Song: Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber - Part II Typed by: Cno Evil [GZA (from "Clan in Da Front")] Niggaz 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 Niggaz 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 [Intro: Raekwon and others] Take that motherfucker GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!! Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggaz Word to the camoflouge large niggaz Bitch niggaz fuckin my body Bring that fuckin meth in here Yo yo yo yo Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain and yo, set it off [Raekwon] Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked Then attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN [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 Killa Beez 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 [Method Man] 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, niggaz 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 [Inspectah Deck] 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 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 [Ghostface Killah] 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 [RZA] 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 Abbott, that run up through your county like the Maverick Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Are you, uh, ah, uh Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit like a samurah 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 [GZA] 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, 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 [Conclusion:] [M]- Method Man [G]- GZA [I]- Interviewer from some British magazine [I] Yo butter butter [M] Protect Ya Neck baby [G] Respect due pa [I] Peace [G] Peace [I] Word up Wu-Tang in the house though I guess alot of people in ya, I guess they can feel the realness you They could feel the vibe And I think hip hop, that's what I be tellin a lot of people Alot of record promoters and alot of artists I mean it's like, it's music that you gotta touch and feel You know what I'm sayin And I think that comes accross well in the video I haven't seen you live yet, I'm waitin for the chance But I'm pretty sure that's probaly what's it like You know you probaly really get into it I guess I hear it in your voices when you sayin the rhymes Um, what ya say ya style is? [Kung Fu sample] It's a secret! Never teach the Wu-Tang *sounds of fighting* [RZA] You best protect ya neck [Method Man] watch ya step kid (4X)