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+C.R.E.A.M.[Produced by RZA]
+[Intro: Raekwon & Method Man]
+What that nigga want, God?
+Word up, look out for the cops though (Wu-Tang five finger shit, fam)
+Cash rules-
+Word up, two for fives over here, baby
+Word up, two for fives, niggas got garbage down the way
+Word up, know what I'm sayin'?
+Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. get-
+Yeah, check this old fly shit out, word up
+(Cash rules everything around me) Take you on a natural joint
+(C.R.E.A.M. get the money)
+(Dollar dollar bill, y'all) Here we, here we go, check this shit, yo
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
+Stayin' alive was no jive
+Had secondhands, Mom's bounced on old man
+So then we moved to Shaolin land
+A young youth, yo, rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
+Only way I begin the G off was drug loot
+And let's start it like this, son
+Rollin' with this one and that one, pullin' out gats for fun
+But it was just a dream for the teen
+Who was a fiend, started smokin' woolies at 16
+And runnin' up in gates and doin' hits for high stakes
+Makin' my way on fire escapes
+No question, I would speed for cracks and weed
+The combination made my eyes bleed
+No question, I would flow off and try to get the dough all
+Stickin' up white boys in ball courts
+My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
+Times is rough and tough like leather
+Figured out I went the wrong route
+So I got with a sick-ass clique and went all out
+Catchin' keys from 'cross seas
+Rollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
+Yo, nigga, respect mine, or here go the TEC-9
+Ch-chick-pow! Move from the gate now
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Cash rules everything around me
+C.R.E.A.M., get the money
+Dollar dollar bill, y'all
+Cash rules everything around me
+C.R.E.A.M., get the money
+Dollar dollar bill, y'all
+[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
+It's been twenty-two long, hard years, I'm still strugglin'
+Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival
+I peep at the shape of the streets
+And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep
+A man with a dream with plans to make cream
+Which failed; I went to jail at the age of fifteen
+A young buck sellin' drugs and such, who never had much
+Tryin' to get a clutch at what I could not—
+The court played me short, now I face incarceration
+Pacin', goin' upstate's my destination
+Handcuffed in the back of a bus, forty of us
+Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough
+But as the world turned, I learned life is hell
+Livin' in the world no different from a cell
+Every day I escape from Jakes givin' chase
+Sellin' base, smokin' bones in the staircase
+Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
+I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed
+But I'm still depressed, and I ask: what's it worth?
+Ready to give up so I seek the old Earth
+Who explained workin' hard may help you maintain
+To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
+We got stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
+And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
+Leave it up to me while I be livin' proof
+To kick the truth to the young black youth
+But shorty's runnin' wild, smokin' sess, drinkin' beer
+And ain't tryna hear what I'm kickin' in his ear
+Neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
+That what? That life is hectic
+[Chorus: Method Man & Inspectah Deck]
+Cash rules everything around me
+C.R.E.A.M., get the money
+Dollar dollar bill, y'all
+Cash rules everything around me (My niggas gots to do what they gotta do)
+C.R.E.A.M., get the money
+Dollar dollar bill, y'all (To get through, know what I'm sayin'?)
+Cash rules everything around me (Because you can't just get by no more)
+C.R.E.A.M., get the money
+Dollar dollar bill, y'all (Word up, you gotta get over, straight up and down)
+Cash rules everything around me
+C.R.E.A.M., get the money
+Dollar dollar bill, y'all
+
+[Outro: Method Man]
+Yeah, yeah
+Cash rules everything around me
+C.R.E.A.M., get the money
+Dollar dollar bill, y'all
+Cash rules everything around me
+C.R.E.A.M., get the money
+Dollar dollar bill, y'all
+Cash rules everything around me
+C.R.E.A.M., get the money
+Dollar dollar bill, y'all
+Cash rules everything around me
+C.R.E.A.M., get the money
+Dollar dollar bill, y'all-all-all, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Protect Ya Neck[Skit]
+Caller: "So whassup, man?"
+DJ: "Coolin', man."
+C: "Chillin' chilin'? Yo, you know I had to call, you know why right?"
+DJ: "Why?"
+C: "Because, yo, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin', right?"
+DJ: "Yeah."
+C: "You know what I wanna hear, right?"
+DJ: "Whatchu wanna hear?"
+C: "I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint."
+DJ: "Wu-Tang again?"
+C: "Ah, yeah, again and again."
+
+[Intro: RZA & Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Wu-Tang Clan coming at ya
+(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
+Protect ya neck, kid!
+(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
+To set it off
+(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
+The Inspectah Deck!
+
+[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
+I smoke on the mic like "Smokin' Joe" Frazier
+The hell-raiser, raisin' hell with the flavor
+Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan
+Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spider-Man
+So uhh, tick-tock and keep tickin'
+While I get ya flippin' off the shit that I'm kickin'
+The Lone Ranger, code red, danger
+Deep in the dark with the art to rip the charts apart
+The vandal, too hot to handle
+You battle, you're sayin' "Goodbye" like Tevin Campbell
+Roughneck, Inspectah Deck's on the set
+The Rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back, relax, won't smile
+Rae got it goin' on, pal, call me the rap assassinator
+Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger
+And I'ma get mad deep like a threat
+Blow up your project, then take all your assets
+'Cause I came to shake the frame in half
+With the thoughts that bomb shit like math
+So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man
+'Cause I grab the clip and hit ya with 16 shots and more, I got
+Goin' to war with the meltin' pot, akh
+
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth
+Movin' on your left, aah!
+And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat
+I wanna break full, cock me back
+Small change, they puttin' shame in the game
+I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame
+And like Fame my style'll live forever
+Niggas crossin' over, but they don't know no better
+But I do, true, can I get a "suue"
+Enough respect due to the one-six-ooh
+I mean O, yo check out the flow
+Like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin'
+Niggas off, because I'm hot like sauce
+The smoke from the lyrical blunt make me *cough*
+[Verse 4: U-God]
+Ooh, what, grab my nut, get screwed
+Oww, here comes my Shaolin style
+True B-A-ba-B-Y-U
+To my crew with the "suuuuue"
+
+[Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard & RZA]
+Yeah, yeah, yeah (Watch your step, kid)
+(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
+C'mon, baby baby, c'mon, baby baby (Protect ya neck)
+(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
+C'mon, baby baby, c'mon
+(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
+Yo, you best protect ya neck
+
+[Verse 5: Ol Dirty Bastard]
+First things first, man, you're fuckin' with the worst
+I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse
+I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack
+Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack
+Shame on you when you step through to
+The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo
+And I'll be damned if I let any man
+Come to my center, you enter the winter
+Straight up and down, that shit is packed jam
+You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him, man
+The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin'
+Ason Unique rollin' with the night of the creeps
+Niggas be rollin' with a stash, ain't sayin' cash
+Bite my style, I'll bite your motherfuckin' ass
+[Verse 6: Ghostface Killah]
+For cryin' out loud, my style is wild, so book me
+Not long is how long that this rhyme took me
+Ejectin' styles from my lethal weapon
+My pen that rocks from here to Oregon
+Here's more again, catch it like a psycho flashback
+I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back
+I come with shit in all types of shapes and sounds
+And where I lounge is my stompin' grounds
+I give an order to my peeps across the water
+To go and snatch up props all around the border
+And get far like a shootin' star
+'Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar
+Point-blank as I kick the square biz
+There it is, you're fuckin' with pros, and there it goes
+
+[Verse 7: RZA]
+Yo, chill with the feedback, black, we don't need that
+It's 10 o'clock, ho, where the fuck's your seed at?
+Feelin' mad hostile, wearing Aeropostale
+Flowin' like Christ when I speaks the gospel
+Stroll with the holy roll, then attack the globe with the buckus style
+The ruckus, ten times ten men committin' mad sin
+Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin' chin
+Slayin' boom-bangs like African drums, we'll be
+Comin' around the mountain when I come
+Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment
+My clan increase like black unemployment
+Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius
+Take us the fuck outta here
+
+[Verse 8: GZA]
+The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin' labels
+Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
+Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel
+Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table
+That's what you get when you misuse what I invent
+Your empire falls and you lose every cent
+For tryna blow up a scrub
+Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
+Should've pumped it when I rocked it
+Niggas so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets
+This goes on in some companies
+With majors, they're scared to death to pump these
+First of all, who's your A&R?
+A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar?
+But he don't know the meanin' of dope
+When he's lookin' for a suit-and-tie rap
+That's cleaner than a bar of soap
+And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight
+Matter of fact, bring out the girls, and let's have a mud fight
+
+[Outro: RZA]
+You best protect ya neck
+You best protect ya neck
+You best protect ya neck
+You best protect ya neckEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Triumph[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+What? Y'all thought y'all wasn't gonna see me?
+I'm the Osiris of this shit
+Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers
+This like, this '97
+Aight my niggas and my niggarettes
+Let's do it like this
+I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
+Let's take it back to '79
+[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
+I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses
+Can't define how I be dropping these mockeries
+Lyrically perform armed robbery
+Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
+Battle-scarred Shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous
+Ultraviolet shine blind forensics
+I inspect you through the future see millennium
+Killa Beez sold fifty gold, sixty platinum
+Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics
+Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
+Black Wu jackets, Queen Beez ease the guns in
+Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
+Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
+Chicks hit the floor, die hard fans demand more
+Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
+Proceeds to blow, swinging swords like Shinobi
+Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
+Wu got it locked, performing live on your hottest block
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+As the world turns, I spread like germ
+Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn
+This my testament to those burned
+Play my position in the game of life standing firm
+On foreign land jump the gun out the frying pan
+Into the fire, transform into the Ghost Rider
+A six-pack and A Streetcar Named Desire
+Who got my back
+In the line of fire holding back?
+What? My peoples if you with me, where the fuck you at?
+Niggas is strapped and they're tryna twist my beer cap
+It's court adjourned for the bad seed from bad sperm
+Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm
+What the blood clot? We smoke pot
+And blow spots, you want to think twice? I think not
+The Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's coming from
+Guns of Navarone tearing up your battle zone
+Rip through your slums
+
+[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
+I twist darts from the heart, tried and true
+Loop my voice on the LP
+Martini on the slang rocks, certified chatterbox
+Vocabulary 'Donna talking, tell your story walking
+Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid
+Run for your team and your "six can't rhyme" groupies
+So I can squeeze with the advantage and get wasted
+My deadly notes reign supreme, your thought is basic compared to mine
+Domino effect, arts and crafts, paragraphs contain cyanide
+Take a free ride on my thought
+I got the fashion catalogs for all y'all to all praise due to God
+[Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+The saga continues
+Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
+
+[Verse 4: U-God]
+Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet
+The thrill of victory, the agony of defeat
+We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow for
+Judgment Day cometh, conquer, it's war
+Allow us to escape Hell, globe spinning bomb
+Pocket full of shells out the sky Golden Arms
+Tunes spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound
+The fake false step make the blood stain the ground
+A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum
+A death kiss catwalk, squeeze another anthem
+Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anaesthesias
+My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas
+My music Sicily, rich California smell
+An axe kill adventure, paint a picture well
+I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sipping on ginseng
+Righteous wax chaperon, rotating ring kings
+[Verse 5: RZA]
+March of the wooden soldiers, C-Cypher-Punks couldn't hold us
+A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober
+Perpendicular to the square we stand bold like flare
+Escape from your dragon's lair
+In particular my beats travel like a vortex
+Through your spine to the top of your cerebral cortex
+Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex
+Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream
+Heart terminal like Grand Central Station
+Program fat basslines on Novation
+Getting drunk like I'm fucking ducking five-year probation
+[Verse 6: GZA]
+War of the masses, the outcome disastrous
+Many of the victim families save their ashes
+A million names on walls, engraved in plaques
+Those who went back received penalties for the acts
+Another heart is torn as close ones mourn'
+Those who stray, niggas get slayed on the song
+
+[Verse 7: Masta Killa]
+The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds
+And leaks sounds that's heard
+93 million miles away from
+Came one to represent the Nation
+This is a gathering of the masses
+That come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan
+As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage
+The high chief Jamel Irief takes the stage
+Light is provided through sparks of energy
+From the mind that travels in rhyme form
+Giving sight to the blind
+The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
+Death only one can save self from
+This relentless attack of the track spares none
+[Verse 8: Ghostface Killah]
+Yo yo yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggas laid back
+Lamping like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack
+Codeine was forced in your drink
+You had a navy green salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream
+You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb
+Blowing like Shalamar in '81
+Sound convincing, thousand dollar cork-pop convention
+Hands like Sonny Liston, get fly permission
+Hold the fuck up, I'll unfasten your wig, bad luck
+I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch
+It's me, black Noble Drew Ali, came in threes
+We like the Genovese, sazon season these degrees
+It's Earth, 93 million miles from the first
+Rough turbulence, the wave burst, split the megahertz
+
+[Verse 9: Raekwon]
+Aiyo that's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk
+Connect thoughts to make my man child walk
+Swift notarizer, Blue-Tang, all up in the high-riser
+New York Yank visor, word tranquilizer
+Adjust the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives
+While my pen blow lines ferocious
+Mediterranean, see y'all, the number one draft pick
+Tear down the beat God then delegate the God to see God
+The swift chancellor, flex the white gold tarantula
+Track truck diesel, play the weed God substantiala
+Max mostly, undivided then slide in sickening
+Guaranteed made 'em jump like Rod StricklandEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Da Mystery of Chessboxin’[Intro: "Shaolin vs. Wu-Tang" + "Five Deadly Venoms"]
+A game of chess is like a swordfight:
+You must think first before you move
+Toad style is immensely strong
+And immune to nearly any weapon
+When it's properly used it's almost invincible
+[Verse 1: U-God]
+Raw I'ma give it to ya
+With no trivia
+Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia
+My Hip-Hop will rock and shock the nation
+Like the Emancipation Proclamation
+Weak MC's
+Approach with slang that's dead
+You might as well run into the wall and bang your head
+I'm pushin' force
+My force you're doubtin'
+I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucasus Mountains
+
+[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
+Well, I'm a sire
+I set the microphone on fire
+Rap styles vary
+And carry like Mariah
+I come from the Shaolin slum
+And the isle I'm from
+Is comin' through with nuff niggas
+And nuff guns
+So if you wanna come sweatin'
+Stressin', contestin'
+You'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection
+Don't talk the talk
+If you can't walk the walk
+Phony niggas are outlined in chalk
+I'm mad vexed
+It's what the projects made me
+Rebel to the grain, there's no way to barricade me
+Steamrollin' niggas like an 18 wheeler with a drunk driver drivin'
+There's no survivin'
+[Verse 3: Raekwon]
+Rough like Timberland wear
+Yeah!
+Me and the Clan in 'Yota Landcruisers out there
+Peace to all the crooks
+All the niggas with bad looks
+Bald heads, braids
+Blow this hook
+We pack chrome TEC's
+Nickel-plated MAC's
+Black AC's
+Drug-dealin' styles in phat stacks
+I only been a good nigga for a minute though
+'Cause I got to get my props
+And win it, yo
+I got beef with commercial-ass niggas with gold teeth
+Lampin' in a Lexus, eatin' beef
+Straight up and down, don't even bother
+I got 40 niggas up in here now who kill niggas' fathers
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?
+In the front, in the back, Killa Bees on attack
+My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?
+Smokin' meth, hittin' cats on the block with the gats
+[Verse 4: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Here I go
+Deep type flow
+Jacques Cousteau could never get this low, I'm
+Cherry bombin' shits… BOOM!
+Just warmin' up a little bit (vroom vroom)
+Rappinin' is what's happenin'
+Keep the pockets stacked and then
+Hands clap and then
+At the party when I move my body
+Gotta get up and be somebody!
+Grab the microphone, put strength
+To the bone, DUH DUH DUH… enter the Wu-Tang zone
+Sure enough when I
+Rock that stuff, huff
+Puff
+I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff
+Rough
+Kickin' rhymes like Jim Kelly
+Or Alex Haley, I'm a nuh…
+Beetle Bailey rhymes
+Comin' raw style
+Hardcore
+Niggas be comin' to the hip-hop store
+Comin' to buy grocery from me
+Tryin' to be
+A hip-hop MC
+The law
+In order to enter the Wu-Tang
+You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang
+Represent the GZA, Abbot, RZA, Shaquan
+Inspectah Deck
+Dirty Ho gettin' low with his flow
+Introducin' the Ghostface Killah
+No one could get iller
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?
+In the front, in the back, Killa Beez on attack
+My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?
+Smokin' meth, hittin' cats on the block with the gats
+[Verse 5: Ghostface Killah]
+Speakin' of the Devil, psych!
+No, it's the God, get the shit right
+Mega trife, and yo, I killed you in a past life
+On the mic while you was kickin' that fast shit
+You reneged, tried again and got blasted
+Half-mastered-ass style, mad ruff task
+When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask
+Remember that shit?
+I know you don't remember jack
+That night, yo I was hittin' like a spiked bat
+Until you thought I was bugged out and crazy
+Strapped for nonsense
+After me became lazy
+Yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs
+Never shot thugs
+I'm runnin' with thugs that flood mugs
+So, grab your eight plus one
+Start flippin' and trippin'
+Niggas is jettin', I'm lickin' off, son
+
+[All]
+Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!
+Wu! Tang! Wu! Ta-a-ang!
+
+[Verse 6: Masta Killa]
+Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty
+What justifies the homicide
+When he dies
+In his own iniquity?
+It's the master of the Mantis Rapture comin' at ya
+We have an APB
+On an MC Killer
+Looks like the work of a master
+Evidence indicates that his stature
+Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture
+The flow
+Changes like a chameleon
+Plays like a friend and stabs you like a dagger
+This technique attacks the immune system
+Disguised like a lie, paralysin' the victim
+You scream
+As it enters your bloodstream
+Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain
+Movin' on a nigga with the speed of a centipede
+And injure
+Any motherfuckin' contender
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?
+In the front, in the back, Killa Beez on attack
+My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?
+Smokin' meth, hittin' cats on the block with the gats
+
+[Outro: "Five Deadly Venoms"]
+And immune to nearly any weapon
+When it's properly used it's almost invincible
+Toad style is immensely strong
+And immune to nearly any weapon
+When it's properly used it's almost invincible
+When it's properly usedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Method Man[Skit: Method Man & Raekwon]
+Yeah, torture, motherfucker, what?
+Torture, nigga, what?
+What? I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' tie you to a fuckin' bedpost
+With your ass cheeks spread out and shit, right?
+Put a hanger on a fuckin' stove and let that shit sit there for like a half hour, take it off and stick it in your ass slow like "tsss"
+Yeah, I'll fuckin', yeah, I'll fuckin' lay your nuts on a fuckin' dresser, just your nuts layin' on a fuckin' dresser, and bang them shits with a spiked fuckin' bat (Blaow)
+Ooh wassup?
+I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin', pull your fuckin' tongue out your fuckin'
+Mouth and stab the shit with a rusty screwdriver, blaow
+I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick off the fuckin' twelfth stor-story building out this motherfucker
+I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin', sew your asshole closed, and keep feedin' you, and feedin' you, and feedin' you, and feedin' you
+Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice
+Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah?
+Niggas is wildin', check it out, kid
+
+[Intro: GZA]
+From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again
+The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck
+Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+M-E-T-H-O-D Man
+M-E-T-H-O-D Man
+M-E-T-H-O-D Man
+M-E-T-H-O-D Man
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Hey, you, get off my cloud
+You don't know me and you don't know my style
+Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?
+Here I am, here I am, the Method Man
+Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man
+Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
+Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter
+In fact, I snap back like a rubber
+Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am
+And I don't eat green eggs and ham
+Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn
+You'll be like, "Oh shit, that's the jam"
+Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild
+I'm about to blow, light me up (Light me up)
+Upside, downside, inside and outside
+Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I
+Am the one and only Method Man
+The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran
+Wrap, with some of this and some of that
+Hold up (What?) I tawt I taw a putty tat
+Over there, but I think he best to beware
+Of the diggy dog shit right here
+Yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo
+Like Deck said, "This ain't your average flow"
+Comin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah
+Tell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?
+The poetry's in motion, coast to coast and
+Rub it on your skin like lotion
+What's the commotion? Oh my Lord
+Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
+"Hey, hey, hey" like Fat Albert
+It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it
+It's the Method
+[Break: Method Man]
+Alright, y'all, get your White Owls
+Get your Meth', get your skins
+Don't forget your 'orty
+And we gonna do it like this
+
+[Bridge: Method Man]
+I got fat bags of skunk
+I got White Owl blunts
+And I'm about to go get lifted
+Yes, I'm about to go get lifted
+I got myself a Forty
+And I got myself a shorty
+And I'm about to go and stick it
+Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff
+Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'
+Zoom, I hit the mic like boom
+Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes
+Question, what exactly is a panty raider?
+Ill behavior, savior or major flavor
+All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer
+Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super
+Not an average Joe with an average flow
+Doin' average things with average hoes
+Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm
+For my super sperm (Check it)
+Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked
+I smell sess, pass the method
+Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic
+Missiles and shoot game like a pistol
+Clip is loaded when I click bang (Bang)
+A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain
+J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump
+Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump
+Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me
+Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me
+P-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry
+Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me
+Ooh, I be the super sperm
+Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee
+Freak a flow and flow fancy free
+Now, how many licks does it take
+For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?
+Peep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)
+Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach
+So to each and every crew
+You're clear like glass, I could see right through
+Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd
+And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm—
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+The M-E-T-H-O-D Man
+M-E-T-H-O-D Man
+M-E-T-H-O-D Man
+Here I am, here I am, the Method Man
+
+[Outro: RZA, Ghostface Killah & Method Man​]
+Straight from the slums of Shaolin
+Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm
+Your soul have just been tooken
+Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid
+Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peaceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Bring Da Ruckus[Intro: Sample from Shaolin vs. Wu Tang]
+“Shaolin shadowboxing and the Wu-Tang sword style."
+"If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous. Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me?”
+“En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.”
+
+[Chorus: RZA]
+Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
+Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
+Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
+Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
+[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
+Ghostface catch the blast of a hype verse
+My Glock burst, leave in a hearse, I did worse
+I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk
+Your head rush, fly like Egyptian musk
+Aww shit, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks, an'
+However I master the trick just like Nixon
+Causin' terror, quick damage your whole era
+Hard rocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot
+P.L.O. style, hazardous, 'cause I wreck this dangerous
+I blow sparks like Waco, Texas
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+I watch my back like I'm locked down
+Hardcore-hittin' sound
+Watch me act bugged and tear down
+Illiterate-type asshole, songs goin' gold
+No doubt, and you watch a corny nigga fold
+Yeah, they fake and all that, carryin' gats
+But yo, my Clan rollin' like forty macks
+Now you act convinced, I guess it makes sense
+Wu-Tang, yo, soooo represent!
+I wait for one to act up, now I got him backed up
+Gun to his neck now, react what?
+And that's one in the chamber, Wu-Tang banger
+36 styles of danger
+[Chorus: RZA]
+Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
+Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
+Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
+Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
+Bring da mother, bring da, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
+Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
+Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
+Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
+So bring it on!
+[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck]
+I rip it, hardcore like porno-flick bitches
+I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits
+Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin'
+Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin'
+Bust this, I'm kickin' like Seagal: Out for Justice
+The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus
+Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue
+Murder One, my style shocks your knot like a stun gun
+I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness
+Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown
+By this nasty-ass nigga with my nigga, the RZA
+Charged like a bull and got pulled like a trigga
+So bad, stabbin' up the pad with the vocab, crab
+I scream on your ass like your dad, bring it on...
+[Chorus: RZA]
+Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
+Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
+Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
+Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
+
+[Verse 4: GZA]
+Yo, I'm more rugged than slave man boots
+New recruits, I'm fuckin' up MC troops
+I break loose, and trample shit, while I stomp
+A mudhole in that ass 'cause I'm straight out the swamp
+Creepin' up on site, now it's Fright Night
+My Wu-Tang slang is mad fuckin' dangerous
+And more deadly than the stroke of an axe
+Choppin' through your back *swish*
+Givin' bystanders heart attacks
+Niggas try to flip, tell me, who is him?
+I blow up his fuckin' prism, make it a vicious act of terrorism
+You wanna bring it, so fuck it, come on and bring the ruckus!
+And I provoke niggas to kick buckets
+I'm wettin' cream, I ain't wettin' fame
+Who sellin' 'caine? I'm givin' out a deadly game
+It's not the Russian, it's the Wu-Tang crushin' roulette
+Slip up and get fucked like Suzette
+Bring da fuckin' ruckus!
+[Chorus: RZA]
+Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
+Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
+[Outro]
+“En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.”
+So, bring it on!
+So, bring it on!
+So, bring it on!
+So, bring it on!
+So, bring it on!
+So, bring it on!
+So, bring it on, nigga!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Wu-Tang Clan Ain’t Nuthing ta Fuck Wit[Produced by RZA]
+
+[Intro: Sample from Executioners from Shaolin (RZA)]
+Tiger Style!
+Tiger Style! (Tiger style!)
+
+[Hook: RZA]
+Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit
+Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit
+Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit
+
+[Verse 1: RZA]
+Yo, there's no place to hide once I step inside the room
+Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom
+Bam! Aw, man! I slam, jam, now scream like Tarzan
+I be tossin', enforcin', my style is awesome
+I'm causin' more family feud than Richard Dawson
+And the survey said, "You're dead!"
+Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fuckin' head
+Mister, who is that? Ayo, the Wu is back
+Makin' niggas go Bo! Bo! like I'm Super Cat
+Me fear no one, oh no, here come
+The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to my eardrum
+
+[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
+Put the needle to the groove, I gets rude
+And I'm forced to fuck it up
+My style carries like a pick-up truck
+Cross the clear blue yonder, sea to shinin' sea
+I slam tracks like quarterback sacks from L.T
+Now why try and test the Rebel INS?
+Blessed since the birth, I earth-slam your best
+'Cause I bake the cake, then take the cake
+And eat it, too, with my crew while we head state to state
+[Chorus: All]
+And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus!
+Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit
+Straight from the motherfuckin' slums that's busted
+Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit
+
+[Interlude: RZA]
+Hah! Lebonon, step up, boy!
+Represent! Chop his head off, kid!
+
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+The Meth will come out tomorrow
+Styles, conditions, bizarre, bizarro
+Flow, with more afro than Rollo
+Comin' to a fork in the road, which way to go? Just follow
+Meth is the legend, niggas is sleepy hollow
+In fact I'm a hard act to follow
+I dealt for dolo, Bogart comin' on through
+Niggas is like, "Oh my God, not you!"
+Yes, I come to get a slice of the punk and the pie
+Rather do than die, check my flavor
+Comin' from the RZA, which is short for The Razor
+Who make me reminisce true
+Like déjà vu, I'm rubber, niggas is like glue
+Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you
+[Hook: RZA]
+Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit
+Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit
+Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit
+Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit
+
+[Outro: RZA]
+Ahh-hah! Yeah! Representin' Brooklyn, Queens
+Long Island, Manhattan, Bronx
+The Rugged Lands of Shaolin
+Niggas from Virginia, Atlanta, our boys in Ohio
+Comin' through with the crazy Y-O Y-O
+Yo, niggas from The Source
+My man Kelly Woo from the Gavin
+Will Strickland, Jason Staton, yeah
+True, true, my nigga Crown, what's goin' down, boy?
+We ain't nuthing ta fuck wit
+The whole Texas mob, the Chicago mob
+Niggas from Detroit, fuckin' California squadron
+Comin' through, you know what I'm sayin'?
+The whole fuckin' West Coast to the whole East
+Niggas from D.C., down in Maryland
+All the way over there in Morgan State
+Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit
+All over the whole fuckin' globe, comin' through, boy
+Peace to the fuckin' Zulu Nation
+Peace to all the Gods and the Earths, word is bond
+Wu-Tang slang, choppin' heads, boy
+It ain't safe no more, peace!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber[Skit]
+[Raekwon]
+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?
+
+[Method Man]
+Yo, son, I ain't got that piece, son
+
+[Raekwon]
+How you ain't got my shit when I let you hold it, man?
+
+[Method Man]
+Yo, niggas came over to have 40s and blunts, kid
+The shit just came up missin', son
+
+[Raekwon]
+Come on, man, that don't got nothin' to do with my shit, man
+Come on, man, go head with that shit, man
+
+[Method Man]
+Come on, man, I'll buy you four more fuckin' Killer tapes, man
+
+[U-God]
+[banging on the door] Aiyo! Aiyo!
+[Raekwon]
+Open the door, man! What the fuck, man?
+Yo, what? What's up?
+
+[Ghostface Killah]
+Yo, yo, God, word is bond, yo
+Shameek just got bust in his head two times, God!
+
+[U-God]
+Word to mother!
+
+[Ghostface Killah]
+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
+
+[U-God]
+Niggas let off crazy shots, kid
+
+[Ghost]
+The nigga layin' there like a fuckin' newborn fuckin' baby, God
+[U-God]
+Word up!
+
+[Meth]
+Is he dead?
+
+[Ghost]
+Is he fuckin' dead?
+What the fuck you mean is he fuckin' dead, God?
+
+[U-God]
+What the fuck kind of question is that, B? Fuck you think?
+
+[RZA]
+Easy, easy
+
+[Ghost]
+The nigga layin' there with his fuckin'…
+All types of fuckin' blood comin' out of his fuckin'…
+
+[U-God]
+(sarcastically) Is he is he is he dead?
+
+[Ghost]
+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?
+[Rae]
+Yo, let's go do what we got…
+
+[U-God]
+What's up, yo?
+
+[Rae]
+Yo let's go do what we gotta do, man, fuck it
+
+[U-God]
+Yo, we out or what, man?
+
+[Ghost]
+It's the God, God, fuck that, man
+
+[U-God]
+You sayin' we out?
+
+[Meth]
+They probably took the tape
+
+[Ghost]
+What the fuck?
+
+[Rae]
+Nigga still sweatin' the tape, man
+
+[Ghost]
+What the fuck is you talkin' about? Get the fuck outta here!
+
+[Rae]
+Fuckin' corn!
+
+[Intro: Wu-Tang Clan]
+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!
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked
+Then attack you like a pit, then lock shit down
+As I come and freaks the sound
+Hardcore, but givin' you more, more like "Ding!"
+Nah, shorty, get you open like six packs
+Killa Beez exact, flippin' what?
+Murder on 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
+
+[Verse 2: 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, 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
+
+[Break: Method Man (Inspectah Deck)]
+On the chessbox
+"Wu-Tang style"
+(Yo, yeah, yo)
+
+[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck]
+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 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
+
+[Verse 4: Ghostface Killah]
+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 and 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
+
+[Verse 5: RZA]
+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
+
+[Verse 6: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+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 their 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
+
+[Verse 7: GZA]
+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
+Bow! Now it's all over
+Niggas seein' pink hearts, yellow moons
+Orange stars and green cloversEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Shame On A Nigga[Produced by RZA]
+
+[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
+Wu buck wild with the trigger
+Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
+Wu buck… I'll fuck your ass up!
+
+[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard & Raekwon]
+Yo, hut one, hut two, hut three, hut!
+Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut
+Styles unbreakable, shatterproof
+To the young youth, you wanna get gun? Shoot!
+Blaow! How you like me now?
+Don't fuck the style, ruthless wild
+Do you wanna get your teeth knocked the fuck out?
+Wanna get on it like that? Well, then shout!
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Yo RZA, yo razor, hit me with the major
+The damage, my clan understand it, be flavor
+Gunnin', hummin', comin' at ya
+First I'm gonna get ya, once I got ya, I gat ya
+You could never capture the Method Man's stature
+For rhyme and for rapture, got niggas resignin', now master
+My style? Never!
+I put the fuckin' buck in the wild, kid, I'm terror, razor-sharp
+I sever, the head from the shoulders, I'm better than my competta
+You mean competitor, whatever, let's get together
+[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
+Wu buck wild with the tri-BLOW!
+
+[Verse 3: Raekwon]
+I react so thick, I'm phat, and yo
+Rae came blowin' and blew off your headphones, black
+Rap from, yo, Cali to Texas
+Smoother than a Lexus, now's my turn to wreck this
+Brothers approach and half step
+But ain't heard half of it yet and I bet you're not a fuckin' vet
+So, when you see me on the real
+Formin' like Voltron, remember I got deep like a Navy Seal
+
+[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
+Wu buck wild with the trigger
+Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
+I'll fuck your ass up!
+
+[Verse 4: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Yo! I come with that ol' loco style from my vocal
+Couldn't peep it with a pair of bifocals
+I'm no joker, play me as a joker
+Be on you like a house on fire, smoke ya
+Crews be actin' like they gangs, anyway
+Be like, "Warriors, come out and play!"
+Burn me, I get into shit, I let it out like diarrhea
+Got burnt once but that was only gonorrhea
+Dirty, I keep shit stains in my drawers
+So I can get fizza-funky for ya
+Murder, taste the flame of the Wu-Tang
+Rah! Here comes the Tiger vs. Crane
+I'll be like wild with my style
+Punk, you play me, chump, you get jumped
+Wu is comin' through at a theater near you
+And get funk like a shoe, what?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Clan in Da Front[Produced by RZA]
+
+[Intro: RZA]
+Up from the 36 Chambers
+Heheh, it's the Ghost Face Killah
+Heheheh, Wu-Tang!
+Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
+Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
+Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
+Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
+The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, U-God
+Ghostface Killah, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Masta Killa, Raw Desire, LeVon, Power Cipher
+12 O'Clock, 60 Second Assassin
+The 4th Disciple, the Brown Hornet
+K.D. the Down Low Recka
+Shyheim a.k.a. The Rugged Child
+Du-Du-Lilz, Mr. Hezekiah
+Better known as the Yin and the Yang, the True Master
+Isham, DJ Skane, the True Robocop comin' through
+Scientific Shabazz, my motherfuckin' man Wise the Civilized
+The Shaolin Soldiers, Daddy-O and Popa Ron
+Comin' down from the motherfuckin' South end of things
+Killa Beez all over your fuckin' planet
+Thirty-six chambers of death
+Three-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles
+Choppin' off your motherfuckin' dome
+-piece, and every fuckin' borough
+Brooklyn, Manhattan, and Queens, Staten Island
+The motherfuckin' Bronx, Killa Beez
+[Sample from Shaolin and Wu-Tang]
+The sword? C'mon, give him the sword!
+
+[Chorus: GZA]
+Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
+Niggas on the left, brag shit to death (Wu, wu, wu, wu)
+Hoods on the right, wild for the night (Wu, wu, wu, wu)
+Punks in the back, c’mon and attract to what? (Wu, wu, wu, wu)
+[Verse 1: GZA]
+The Wu is comin' through, the outcome is critical
+Fuckin' with my style is sort of like a miracle
+On 34th Street, in the Square of Herald
+I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a Fitz like Gerald-
+-ine Ferraro, who's full of sorrow
+'Cause the ho didn't win, but the sun will still come out tomorrow
+And shine shine shine like gold mine
+Here comes the drunk monk, with a quart of Ballantine
+Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone!
+Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones
+The GZA, one who just represent the Wu-Tang clique
+With the game and soul of an old school flick
+Like the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bids
+Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad kids
+So stop, the life you save may be your motherfuckin' own
+I'll hang your ass with this microphone
+Make way for the merge of traffic
+Wu-Tang's comin' through with full metal jackets
+God squad that's mad hard to serve
+Come frontin' hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves
+[Chorus: GZA]
+Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
+Niggas on the left, brag shit to death (Wu, wu, wu, wu)
+Hoods on the right, wild for the night (Wu, wu, wu, wu)
+Punks in the back, c’mon and attract to what (Wu, wu, wu, wu)
+
+[Verse 2: GZA]
+No response while I bomb that ass
+You ain't shit, your wack-ass town had you gassed
+Egos is somethin' the Wu-Tang crush
+Souped-up niggas on a stage get rushed
+I don't give a goddamn on the shows you did
+How many rhymes you got or who knows you, kid
+'Cause I don't know you, therefore show me what you know
+I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow
+You become so Pat as my style increases
+What's that in your pants? Ahh, human feces!
+Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper
+Next time, come strapped with a fuckin' Pamper
+How you sound, B? You're better off a quitter
+I'm on the mound, G, and it's a no-hitter
+And my DJ, the catcher, he's my man
+In a way he's the one who devised the plan
+He throws the signs, I hook up the beats with clout
+I throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike 'em out
+So it really doesn't matter on how you intrigue
+You can't fuck with those in the major leagues
+[Chorus: GZA]
+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
+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
+
+[Outro: GZA]
+Hoods on the right
+Punks in the back… to what
+Niggas on the left
+Hoods on the right
+Punks in the back, c'mon… to what
+Let your feet stomp
+Brag shit to death
+Wild for the night
+(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
+(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
+(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
+Niggas on the left, brag shit to death
+Hoods on the right, wild for the night
+Punks in the back, c’mon and attract
+Clan in da front, let your feet stompEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Can It Be All So Simple / Intermission[Skit]
+[RZA]: Fuck yo, we gotta get this fucking loot baby
+We gotta get this loot
+Yo back, remember back in the days
+When shit, everything was all smooth and calm and shit was like
+[GFK]: Smoke that bone, nigga
+[RZA]: Yo man, yo I'm doing it God, I'm doing it man
+I'm saying, back in like in '70, fucking '79
+[Mef]: Everybody was on your line man
+[RZA]: Nah, '87, that was my favorite shit God
+Polo shit, everything, everything was lovely
+Yo get the fuck out the rain nigga
+Oh shit, who the fuck is that? Fuck
+Ayo Ghost, ayo Rae, what's up with y'all niggas?
+Man, what the fuck you nigga, ah
+
+[Intro: Gladys Knight]
+Hey, you know, everybody's talking about the "good old days," right? Everybody! The good old days
+Well, let's talk about the good old days!
+
+[Raekwon]
+Know what I'm sayin'?
+Take you on this lyrical high real quick
+1993 exoticness, know what I'm sayin'?
+Let's get technical; where's your bone at?
+Get up on that shit, a'ight? Yo!
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Started off on the island, aka Shaolin
+Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone diallin'
+Back in the days, I'm 8 now
+Makin' a tape now, Rae gotta get a plate now
+Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one
+'Til I got (Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!) felt one
+Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16
+Shootin' that "that's that shit!" in his blood stream
+That's the life of a grimy, real-life crimey
+And niggas know that habit's behind me
+Day one, yo, growin' all up in the ghetto
+Now I'm a weed fiend jettin' to Palmetto
+In Medina, yo, no doubt, the god got crazy clout
+Pushin' the big joint from down South
+So if you're filthy stacked up, better watch your back and duck
+'Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up
+Now my man from up North, now he got the loft
+It's solid as a rock and crazy salt
+No jokes, I'm not playin', get his folks
+Desert Eagle his dick and put him in a yoke
+And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop
+I pointed a gat at his mother's knot
+(Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!)
+Fuck that!
+[Hook: Raekwon + (Ghostface Killah)]
+Dedicated to the winners and the losers
+(Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers)
+Can it be that it was all so simple then?
+Dedicated to the 5's, 850i's
+(Dedicated to niggas who do drive-by's)
+Can it be that it was all so simple then?
+Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's
+(Dedicated to MPV's: phat!)
+
+[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah (Raekwon)]
+Kickin' the fly clichés, doin' duets with Rae and A
+Happens to make my day
+Though I'm tired of bustin' off shots, havin' to rock knots
+Runnin' up in spots and makin' shit hot
+I'd rather flip shows instead of those
+Hangin' on my livin' room wall, my first joint and it went gold!
+I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade
+Plus the spotlight, gettin' my dick rode all night
+I want to have me a phat yacht
+And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops
+But for now it's just a big dream
+'Cause I find myself in a place where I'm last seen
+My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain
+'Cause times is changed and life is strange
+The glorious days is gone and everybody's doin' bad
+Yo, mad lives is up for grabs
+Brothers passin' away, I gotta make wakes
+Receivin' all types of calls from Upstate
+Yo, I can't cope with the pressure, settlin' for lesser
+The God left lessons on my dresser
+So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way
+To continue to make more hits with Rae and A
+Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime
+(Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9, nigga)
+Word up, it's all like that… yeah
+[Outro: Intermission]
+
+[Method Man]
+It's like this, I'ma start from the top
+Inspectah Deck, he's like
+He's like that dude that'll sit back and watch you
+Play yourself and all that, right?
+And see you sit there and know you lyin'
+And he'll take you to court after that
+'Cause he the Inspectah, that's why he the and
+And also he the Rebel I.N.S
+You know what I'm sayin'?
+And Shallah Raekwon, he the Chef
+He cookin' up some marvelous shit to get your mouth waterin'
+On some "oh shit"
+Then, then it's, then it's the Method Man
+It's like mad different methods to the way I do my shit
+
+[Raekwon]
+You gotta smoke a bean in here, anyhow
+
+[Method Man]
+And I'm tellin' you, mine
+Basically Method Man is like
+Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it
+And then Baby U, he a psychopathic
+He a psychopathic thinker
+And and, then we got, then we got the Ol' Dirty Bastard
+'Cause there ain't no father to his style
+That's why he the Ol' Dirty Bastard
+Ghostface Killah, you know what I'm sayin'?
+He on some "now you see me, now you don't"
+Know what I'm sayin'? And and, the RZA
+He the sharpest motherfucka in the whole Clan
+He always on point, razor sharp
+With the beats, with the rhymes, whatever, any DJ
+
+[Raekwon]
+And the GZA, the G is just the Genius
+He, he's the backbone of the whole shit
+
+[RZA]
+It's self-explanatory, Genius, word
+
+[Method Man]
+He the head, let's put it that way
+We form like Voltron, and GZA happen to be the head
+You know what I'm sayin'?
+
+[Interviewer]
+Yeah, yeah, that's cool
+So what's like, I mean what's like
+Your ultimate goal against in this in this industry?
+
+[Method Man]
+Domination, baby, fuck that
+
+[Raekwon]
+Can I say this one? Can I say this one?
+Right now, right now, we still, we still
+Feel like we ain't get what we want yet
+When we get, when we get, when we get a little props
+And really really get the way we gotta go
+That's when you know it's on
+You know what I'm sayin'?
+'Cause right about now, I ain't braggin' or nothin'
+But yo, the Wu, the Wu got somethin'
+That I know that everybody wanna hear
+'Cause I know I've been waitin' to hear
+You know what I'm sayin'?
+But straight up and down, 'til we get the goal
+We gon' keep goin'
+
+[Method Man]
+Yeah, 'cause we tryin' to do all this
+We tryin' to make a business outta this, man
+We ain't tryin' to-- know what I'm sayin'?
+Affiliate ourselves with them fake-ass A&Rs and all that
+We tryin' to make our own shit
+So that when our children, word
+So that when our children, all our seeds and whatever
+They got somethin' for theyselves right there
+
+[Ghostface Killah]
+We ain't tryin' to hop in and hop out right quick
+Know what I'm sayin'?
+We out for the Gusto, and we gon' keep it raw
+You know what I'm sayin'? (Word)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Tearz[Chorus]
+After laughter comes tears
+
+[Verse 1: RZA]
+Check the script, me and the gods gettin' ripped
+Blunts in the dip, forty dogs in my lip
+Had a box, 'boom boom' the bass would blast
+We was laughin' at all the girls that passed
+Conversation, brothers had began to discuss
+(Hey yo, Rob, remember that kid you bust?)
+Aw yeah, he ran, but he didn't get far
+'Cause I dropped him, heh heh heh heh heh ha
+Not knowin' exactly what lied ahead
+My little brother, my mother sent him out for bread
+Get the Wonder, it's a hot day in the summer
+Didn't expect to come across a crazy gunner
+"Hey, Shorty, check it, run the bag and the dough!"
+But he was brave, looked him in the eye, and said "No!"
+Money splattered him, BOW! Then he snatched the bag
+Hit his pockets, then he jetted up the Ave
+Girls screamin', the noise up and down the block
+(Hey, Rakeem!) What? (Your little brother got shot!)
+I ran frantically, then I dropped down to his feet
+I saw the blood all over the hot concrete
+I picked him up, then I held him by his head
+His eyes shut, that's when I knew he was…
+Aw man! How do I say goodbye?
+It's always the good ones that have to die
+Memories in the corner of my mind
+Flashbacks, of us laughin' all the time
+I taught him all about the bees and birds
+But I wish I had a chance to sing these three words
+[Chorus]
+After laughter comes tears
+
+[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
+Me and my man, my ace Big Moe from the shelter
+'Bout to hit the skins from this girl named Thelma
+Now, Thelma had a rep that was higher than her neck
+Every girl from Shaolin dissed her respect
+We was stimmy, you know how it is when you're blitzed
+Three o'clock in the mornin', somethin' got to give
+Moe said he'll go first, I said I'll take next
+Here, take this raincoat and practice safe sex!
+He seemed to ignore, I said, "Be for real!
+She's not even worth it to go raw deal."
+A man's gonna do what a man's gonna do
+He got butt-naked and stuck the power U
+Twenty minutes went by, Moe, I'm out without a doubt
+I'm not pumpin' up, I am airin' out
+Hey yo, he came out laughin' with glory
+I'm surprised he's still livin' to tell his story
+But he carried on with the same old stuff
+With Stephanie, like a Whammy, he pressed his luck
+Moe tried to be down with O.P.P
+Ain't nothin' wrong, but he got caught with the H.I.V
+Now no life to live, doc says two more years
+So after the laughter I guess comes the tears
+[Chorus]
+After laughter comes tearsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Gravel Pit[Intro: RZA]
+1,2, 1,2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
+I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
+And report to the pit, the gravel pit
+Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home
+We gon' take it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders
+Wu-Tang Clan on yo' mind one time
+It's the jump off, so just jump off my nigga
+
+[Hook: Paulissa Moorman]
+Check out my gravel pit
+A mystery unraveling
+Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with
+Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man (U-God)]
+Ha, holocaust from the land of the lost
+Behold the pale horse, off course (off course)
+Follow me, Wu-Tang gotta be
+The best thing since Starks and Clark Wallabees
+African killer bees blackwatch
+On your radio, blowin out yo' watts
+From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill
+Every time you walk by your back get a chill
+Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills
+I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill
+Elbow grease, and elbow room
+Baby play me, baby fall down, go boom
+Party people gather round, count down to apocalypse
+(I'm the kid with the golden arms)
+And I'm the motherfuckin Hot Nicks pass the blunt
+My nigga don't front
+You had it for a minute but it seem like a month
+Now I'm chokin, smokin, hopin
+I don't croakin, from overdosin
+Hey, kid, walk straight, master your high
+Wu and Meth got you open (open), let's ride
+Can't stand niggas that floss too much
+Can't stand Bentleys they cost too much
+Kid wanna get up then kid get touched
+Kid wanna stick up then kid get stuck
+I'm the one that called your bluff
+When your boy tried to act tough
+Remember what Ol' Dirty said: "I'll fuck yo' ass up!"
+Now listen
+[Method Man over hook]
+Back, back and forth and forth
+
+[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
+E with the English, extinguish styles extremist
+Bald head beamers run wild
+It's the kid with the gold cup
+Stepped out like what
+What's poppin, and y'all niggas dobo
+Blastin shae shae, chocolate shortae
+Rich color mocks, rock those all day
+1960 shit I'm Goldie
+That's right motherfucker don't hold me
+The world's greatest, Las Vegas, paid as rock
+Skin painted on my face look ageless
+Perfect combos, Ghost bang out condos
+Jeff from Hamo, ex three bangos
+Bancos, stank hoes in plain clothes
+Change those, bang those, same old, same old
+
+[Verse 3: Raekwon]
+Yeah y'all, straight up this the jump off right here
+The gravel pit, word up represent, rock the boulders
+All my rich gangsta style, killers, y'all know what time it is
+Shorty do your thing, get up on that shit right now boo, do you
+That's what I'm talkin 'bout
+[Verse 4: U-God]
+Yo, step to my groove, move like this
+When we shoot the gift of course it's ruthless
+Grab the mic with no excuses
+In a sec, grab the Tecs and loot this
+Executing, shaking all sets, and I'm breaking all hecks
+I'm taking all bets, move all best, who want the dram' next
+You all stank, we got the bigger bank
+Bigger shank to fill your tank
+Still the same kill you for real, while you crank
+Slide, do or die, fry to bake
+Admire the greats, on fire wit a heart of hate
+Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy darts that quake
+It's okay, all fakes, get caught by the dropkicks
+You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill
+Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits
+On the go, check the flow, saying Wu don't rock shit
+Stop quick, hold the gossip, stop sweating my pockets
+I hear the hot shit
+
+[Hook 2: Paulissa Moorman]
+Check out my gravel pit
+A mystery unraveling
+Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with
+Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it
+You don't have to move a mountain
+Just give me enough strength to climb
+Oh Lord ! Don't take away my stumbling blocks to lead me around
+[Outro speech]
+Yakub, maker and creator of the devil. Swine merchant... your time is near at hand. Fuck with me and your time will be now. Your presence here effects the mind of my people like a fever. You, Yakub, are the bearer of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine diseases, evil, corrupt, porkchop-eatin' brain!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Reunited[Intro: Ms. Roxy]
+It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers
+It's Wu motherfuckers, a Wu-Tang motherfuckers
+It's Wu motherfuckers, a Wu-Tang motherfuckers
+It's Wu
+
+[Verse 1: GZA]
+Reunited, double LP, world excited
+Struck a match to the underground, industry ignited
+From metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth
+Wicked niggas come, try to burglarize the turf
+Scatting off soft-ass beats them niggas rap happily
+Tragically, that style deteriorate rapidly
+Uncompleted missions, throwing your best known compositions
+You couldn't add it up if you mastered addition
+Where I come from, getting visuals is habitual
+You're more safe walking on hot coals in rituals
+I splash the paint on the wall, formed a mural
+He took a look, saw the manifestation of it was plural
+Rhyming while impaired, dart hit your garment
+Pierced your internal streamlined compartments
+Just consider the unparalleled advantage
+Of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage
+
+[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Bitchass niggas counterfeit the funk
+I smoke the bead of the skunk, tree top of the trunk
+Moonshine drunken monk, your head get shrunk
+Your treasure sunk, I be fucking bitches by the chunk
+My name black, you worms wanna play in my dirt
+Bitch stop, my Momma serve free lunch from the church
+I cum like a thousand doves
+Bitch you quiet at the bus, making no fuss, I got self love
+Unglove the noose, watch a nigga transfuse
+Dirty add to the fuse, heavy at the booze
+I don't walk, I get carried
+Gold and platinum Frisbees on my wall, looking properly
+But comely, I U.F.O. you Wright Brothers
+The Indian that sold Manhattan to the white man
+My grandfather, step up and get knocked right the fuck out
+Come to the cook-out, dirty bitch at the mouth
+You scared, run around like the plane about to crash
+[Break: Ms. Roxy]
+Wu-Tang motherfuckers
+Wu-Tang motherfuckers
+Yeah and RZA
+
+[Verse 3: RZA]
+Yo, yo The Riddler, funny bone tickler, freak Caligula
+Bigger dick sex enigma, pistil fertilize your stigma
+Stinkbox order from Pink Dot
+MCs get stuck on ink blots, AirSound plug to the sinkbox
+Wu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewarp
+Talk strange like Björk, great hero Jim Thorpe
+How can I put it, life is like video footage
+Hard to edit, directors, that never understood it
+Too impulsive, my deadly corrosive dosage
+Attack when you least notice through explosive postage
+I don't play, the rap souffle sauté for the day
+Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig A Leg Leg Arm Head
+Spread like plague, we drink Hennessy by the keg
+I got the golden egg plus the goose
+Eighty proof Absolut mixed with cranberry fruit juice
+Ginseng root, I got your neck in a noose
+Keep my money wrinkled, the rap star twinkle killer instinct
+Sixteen bar nickel sell more copies than Kinko
+Grow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete us
+And we return like Jesus when the whole world need us
+[Verse 4: Method Man]
+Is it appetite for destruction?
+Slap a murder rap on this production
+I touch something, trust nothing
+Iron Lung/Twisted Metal
+I see 'em ducking my dart gun, busting from every angle
+Worldwide total carnage, the sickest flow
+That be codenamed Agent Orange, killing you slow
+It's only right you pay homage
+To those that's 'bout to blow like that shit up your nose
+Solid as a rock when I strike target
+Verbal be screaming on you like a drill sergeant
+Herbals got me where I wanna be right now
+Don't know the time
+Check the hour on your sundial, watch me shine
+Drunk off of cheap wine
+Each line be on point when I speak mine
+On behalf of my crew, SUUUUUUUUUUU, Enter the Wu
+36 more deadly Chambers to take you through
+
+[Outro: Ms. Roxy]
+It's Wu motherfuckers
+Wu-Tang motherfuckers
+It's Wu motherfuckers
+Wu-Tang motherfuckers
+It's Wu motherfuckers
+Wu-Tang motherfuckers
+It's Wu motherfuckers
+Wu-Tang motherfuckers
+It's Wu motherfuckers
+Wu-Tang motherfuckers
+It's Wu motherfuckers
+Wu-Tang motherfuckers
+[Ol Dirty] Oh yeahhhh, ahhh, aiyy yeahh yeahhhahh aiii
+[Roxanne] And RZA...
+
+[Instrumental Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+It’s Yourz[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Machine-gun rap for all my niggas in the back
+Stadium packed, linebacker nigga flash stacks
+See through yellow lines, rock a fly jersey in the summertime, God
+Magic marker rap, bleed Benetton
+Relaxed, wrote this, comin' at you crab-ass culprits
+Snatch your ice off, chillin' in the back, throw the lights off
+Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow motion
+Thick snare, I'm feelin' like a snail in the ocean
+What's your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris?
+Melodic single, darts snap a nigga just like fish
+You fucked up, some rich niggas you done test, yo
+Select the wrong apartment and niggas pulled up your 'dress
+Style, molest that, Canal chain, nigga, where your vest at?
+Flex'll make me wanna bless that, yo
+Saddam Hussein niggas, light the torch, we flamin' niggas
+Autograph that, flatten all the main niggas
+
+[Chorus: RZA & U-God]
+(It's yours) The world in the palm of your hand
+(It's yours) Twenty-three million of useful land
+(It's yours) The seed and the black woman
+(It's yours) Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan
+(It's yours) Yo
+(It's yours)
+[Verse 2: U-God]
+Super freak physique like Raphael Saadiq
+Baby love the ganja leaf every day of the week
+Super friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beats
+The night is right, I might find me a suite
+It's a quarter full moon, I arrive, women swoon
+Well groomed, dance hall packed, full room
+Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom
+Keep in stride, smoke the la, smoke the boom
+Feel the fumes, consume toxic tunes
+Hellbound, species forty ounce typhoon
+The ultraviolet scream machine move your body touch
+The totem pole wobble, Ark builders, God's thrust
+Beams of light, stop your breathin', it's huntin' season
+Honey eye-ballin' down for no reason
+Grab her close, play post, wind and wax floors
+Never mind the laws 'cause tonight, it's yours
+
+[Verse 3: RZA]
+Yo, stop the fader of the RAM, blast more watts through my pre-amp
+Them camps better revamp their shit or get blamped
+At full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle
+Crack your skull like bottles, leave you stiff as models
+You fag, you couldn't pull one drag off my blunt
+You couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag
+With scissors in your hands, bitch, the RZA
+I stand close to walls like Number 4 The Lizard
+And channel through solar panels, blast off like roman candles
+Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Wahoo McDaniel
+You cocker spaniel dogs can't fuck with our catalog
+Put your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog
+[Verse 4: Inspectah Deck]
+It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you
+The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues
+Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit, explicit
+I crystallize the rhyme so you can sniff it
+We live this, fitted hats low conceal the crooked eye
+No surprise, verbal stick up, put 'em high
+Rebel I outlaw, split second on the draw
+Blow the door off the shit like bricks of C-4
+
+[Chorus: RZA]
+(It's yours) The world in the palm of your hand
+(It's yours) Twenty-three million of useful land
+(It's yours) The seed and the black woman
+(It's yours) Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan
+(It's yours)
+(It's yours)
+(It's yours)
+
+[Verse 5: Ghostface Killah]
+Check out my beaver, baby blue Glock in the safe
+Seen Dorothy in the Garden gettin' skied, row eight
+We hold a belt, son, that's my word
+Spot a rapper, run him down, throw him out in the third
+Yo, check it, I think like the man behind a register
+Evergreen smokin' estates, Divine and Power made me treasurer
+With third down, six to go, flash his strobe lights
+I'm open, RZA hit me off lovely and I love him
+With root beer thoughts, here's a tennis court for your birthday
+The babyface of rap politic with Sade
+Avengin' eagle crooks, rock the W and Spiegel books
+Anheuser-Busch kings came through and stopped your whole juks
+Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes
+Painful like hearin' the news like when your man go
+Ends blow, windy at times, watch the room
+Sexy girl love the shit out the song, now watch her water break
+[Chorus: RZA]
+(It's yours) The world in the palm of your hand
+(It's yours) Twenty-three million of useful land
+(It's yours) The seed and the black woman
+(It's yours) Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan
+(It's yours)
+
+[Outro: U-God]
+(It's yours)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+People Say[Intro: Sample over Hook]
+But still, if one of their men is so ferocious
+Don't worry about it
+A disciple
+I'm well aware of the fact that my kung-fu is unbeatable
+Brother, we're trapped
+Shaolin here
+You must take my hand
+Don't resist
+You are a traitor
+Avenge masters death
+I rely on you
+
+[Hook]
+People say
+Love is just a energy
+Dealing with the claim baby
+(Oh baby)
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+That’s when my heart turned cold
+I'm a product of the block
+We used to cook the product in the pot
+Add soda, turn the product into rock
+It's in my DNA, you see it started with my pops
+In his heyday he probably put your father in a box
+In my heyday, I probably put the product in my sock
+Ain't no vacay, the props become a problem when it's hot
+Mayday mayday, but no charge, I'm nutty with the bars
+That's a payday so bruh, this ain't even a bar
+This is AA, back up in the trunk with the AK
+Each line pack a Fabolous punch, no diss to Ray J
+Nah, see I don't dab and I don't nae nae
+Got bottles coming out, warriors come out and play-ayy
+Just know I'm Grade A, get a slice of bread
+Okay, some hoods love me, some would like me dead
+Okay, my goon's hungry, his eyes is red
+But he clumsy, go "oops" upside your head
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+We had 'dro and po', suckers
+Range Rovers flood up the Rucker
+Me, a thousand chains on, I got put on well up
+Evergreen baggies, selling capsules, running in classrooms
+Slick bastards get cream, yelling 'Cash rule!'
+Smile like Pacquiao, but under the leather
+Hold a MAC 1-O, pumpin' up in 1 Oak, the Grammy hour
+Coke chemists taste the flow, it's numb, needs copper rum
+Blunting off the get back, salute me then one, I'm out
+Off to the races, my blazers ain't patient
+They want to spray shit, get elephant blown for stalking Rae shit
+Jammies carry nitrogen, light up a section like I'm on Vicodin
+Fuck with the righteous men, and we fighting 'em
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, the rebels is here
+Metals and gear, getting fried off the medical, that's incredible
+The flyest, the most notorious while they tapping those liars
+Off niggas heads like papayas
+
+[Verse 3: Redman]
+Before I poly, Red lighting the Bob Marley
+So I can cipher God bodies from the John Gotti's
+Everybody a boss, saying they time's money
+Women injections, leave 'em with the odd bodies
+Babies having babies, wearing Old Navy
+Robbin' old ladies, that's a product of no home training
+I show you the ropes, I'm narrating Al Haymon
+I told Lighty, if I hate him, I'ma violate him
+I'm not a shooter but I know shooters
+And if them shooters don't shoot up, I'll go suit up
+Redman and the W, it's televised
+We ain't them niggas, media telling hella lies (Fuck you!)
+This a campfire of a vampire
+I don't sleep when hot beats through the amplifier
+And every nigga got something to say
+I'm like, 'Yeah okay, y'all corny anyway, Doc
+[Hook]
+People say
+Love is just a energy
+Dealing with the claim baby
+(Oh baby)
+
+[Verse 4: Inspectah Deck]
+My-my-my team hard, making 'em lean hard
+You see more riders lined up than you'll see at a theme park
+My queen hot, making the scene pop, routine, akh
+Online gangstas, I'm giving them screenshots
+Hard writing lyrics to God, right?
+Twisting the tale, sick as hell, Christian Bale from The Dark Knight
+On sight, fogging your fog lights, your dog's like
+Swayze at the Road House, down for the bar fight
+Like this, like an IG pic
+Before the Seahawks' 24, Lord, I been on that beast shit
+Pussy, you wack, something like a cheap trick
+Mike in the Billie Jean vid, I got the streets lit
+Shining star, find another, you gon' find it hard
+Certain death, Deck'll walk off with minor scars
+Firing squad, defying the odds
+And the flow solitary, just me behind the bars
+
+[Verse 5: Masta Killa]
+Sparks up the bullet-proof, game face intensity
+Applying ingenuity, Tec criminology
+Sharp mathematically
+Certified, recognized by every eye worldwide
+Back to the streets of the do or die hustler
+I understand politics, consistent, never quit
+Superstar, I write hits
+Come have a listen y'all, getting money, flipping it
+Scripting it, record it, fans then applaud it
+Ship a hundred mil', they bought and took a snort of it
+Quotes like heroin coke mixed with dope
+Have a overdose cardiac, Allah spin the beat back
+Watch the magnetic attract 'em, club pack 'em
+They stiff 'cause their wisdom was stripped when I'm attacking
+[Hook]
+People say
+Love is just a energy
+Dealing with the claim baby
+(Oh baby)
+
+[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Out of everybody getting these deals, you got all these wack ass motherfuckers getting deals
+These pussy ass motherfuckers, yknowhatI'msayin?
+They getting deals and... 'everybody got a deal and everybody happy and shit'
+The Wu-Tang, we the bestEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+A Better Tomorrow[Intro: Inspectah Deck]
+Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down
+For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it
+
+[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
+Yo, in the housing, thousands seen early graves
+Victims of worldly ways, memories stays engraved
+All my live brothers is locked down with high numbers
+The young hunger, blind to these lies, they die younger
+In this New World, the Order slaughter men, women and children
+Ten feet gates surround the building, keep us sealed in
+The projects, lifeless like a Vietnam vet
+Constant war, except for threats of enemy conquest
+Crooked cops comb my building complex that's in the rumble
+Streets are like a jungle, can't let my cypher crumble
+Vivid thoughts, Devils resort to trick knowledge
+They kick garbage, lust for chicks and quick dollars
+I know the pain the game bring, I did the same thing
+Spaced out in the staircase, performin' a sting
+It's hard to keep control, I bless those who seek a scroll
+Tryin' to reach a whole nation and break the sleeper hold
+Not a role model, I walk a hard road to follow
+I sold bottles of sorrow then chose poems and novels
+The gospel was told, some souls it swallowed whole
+Mentally they fold, and they eventually sold
+Their life and times, deadly like the virus design
+But too minute to dilute the scientist mind
+[Chorus: Inspectah Deck and Masta Killa (Both)]
+You can't party your life away, drink your life away
+Smoke your life away, fuck your life away
+Dream your life away, scheme your life away
+'Cause your seeds grow up the same way
+
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+A voice cries from the wilderness of the North
+A representation of the families that lost one
+All victims of incarceration
+Or other divisions of the family structure
+Youths are injected with serums that leads to skin irritations
+Babies being born with disfigurations, experimentations
+On their faces, there bear worry-ations
+Of mothers that carry the pain
+Of blood stained streets where sisters mourn and wail
+Fifth brothers been slain from hails of gun fire
+It lightly begins to rain
+Screams of terror are hidden by the passin' trains
+This can't be little Hussein
+His uncle cries as he drops to his nephew's side, holdin' his cane
+Just give me a name
+Of who has inflicted this bitter sickness, and left us to witness
+
+[Verse 3: U-God]
+Yo, curses from war, innocent blood spills for days
+Soothe in godly ways, hands, solemn in praise
+Tree of life, more precious than rubies, golden game
+The wise shall flourish inherit, Halls of Fame
+Crime visions in my blood got me locked in prison
+While we die, hard-livin' people whine about religion, vision
+Blow, spin, and sin and killin' what's revealin'
+It's a never endin' battle with no endin' or beginnin', listen
+Zero process, progress, become the hunted
+America's most wanted, good life, flaunt it, want it
+Some love the speed, some satisfy a need
+Some wanna be down, young gun seed, jungle breed
+The strong must feed, someone die, someone bleed
+One flew astray, and it caught my little seed
+Can it be? The ice savage, trife life, made me grab the knife
+The righteous man was beat with many stripes, pipes
+Take in my energy, breath and know the rest
+'Cause the good die young and the hard die best
+[Chorus: Inspectah Deck and Masta Killa (Both)]
+You can't party your life away, drink your life away
+Smoke your life away, fuck your life away
+Dream your life away, scheme your life away
+'Cause your seeds grow up the same way
+'Cause your seeds grow up the same way
+'Cause your seeds grow up the same way
+
+[Verse 4: RZA]
+Y'all bitches love dances, and pullin' down your pants
+While your man's on tour, your spendin' up his advances
+Your friends ain't shit, all they do is drink, smoke, and suck dick
+The whole projects is trapped in six
+You either high school drop-outs, one to three cop-outs
+Fifteen years old, shorty ass and top out
+Ninety-nine cent beer drinkin', pussy stinkin'
+Fuckin' so much, your ass and titties start shrinkin'
+New World Order slave trade, minimum wage, Medicaid
+Can a devil fool a Muslim nowadays?
+Inside my lab, I'm goin' mad
+Took two drags off the blunts, and started breakin' down the flag
+The blue is for the Crips, the red is for the Bloods
+The white's for the cops, and the stars come from the clubs
+Or the slugs that ignites through the night, by the dawn early light
+Why is sons fightin' for the stripe?
+[Verse 5: Method Man]
+As we dwell through this concrete hell, callin' it home
+Mama say, "Take your time, young man, and build your own
+Don't wind up like your old dad
+Still searchin' for them glory days he never had"
+So many bad want to scheme for American dream, no more kings
+The cash rule everythin' now, we goin' down
+These babies lookin' up to us, it's up to us
+The Million Man March MC's, get on the bus
+But envy, greed, lust and hate separate
+Though the devil mind state blood kin cannot relate
+No longer brothers, we unstable
+Like Cain when he slew Abel, killin' each other
+
+[Chorus: Inspectah Deck and Masta Killa (Both)]
+You can't party your life away, drink your life away
+Smoke your life away, fuck your life away
+Dream your life away, scheme your life away
+'Cause your seeds grow up the same way
+'Cause your seeds grow up the same way
+'Cause your seeds grow up the same wayEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Protect Ya Neck (The Jump Off)[Intro: Inspectah Deck]
+Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to welcome to you
+All the way from the slums of Shaolin
+Special uninvited guests
+Came in through the back door
+Ladies and gentlemen, it's them!
+
+[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
+Dance with the mantis, note the slim chances
+Chant this anthem, swing like Pete Sampras
+Taking it straight to Big Man On Campus
+Brandish your weapon or get dropped to the canvas
+Scandalous, made the metro panic
+Cause static with or without the automatic
+And while I'm at it, yo, you got cash, pass it
+It's drastic, gotta send half to Dirty Bastard
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Ayo, ayo, waves is spinning, blades is spinning
+Slay 'em in the eighth inning
+Stay truck, god stay playing linen
+Kill rap, observe the uptowns, ho, feel that
+Mink jeans on, seen where the real at
+2000 Zitos, moving with a ill ego
+For real, for real, ill lines, ill people
+Yo, bring it back, 9 more civilians
+Pollying deals, monopoly and bills, y'all niggas lying
+Caught 300, lab look royal wit a mean stomach
+Go broke, all seen, done it
+Words from the heavy set, if I don't eat
+Then we already met fly-ass bro, liver than coke
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+Now what Clan you know with lines this ill?
+Bust shots at Big Ben like we got time to kill
+Niggas can't gel or I'm just too high to tell
+Put on my gasoline boots and walk through Hell
+With 9 generals, 9 ninjas in your video
+9 milli blow, semi-auto with no serial
+Man metaphysical, I speak for criminals
+Who don't pay they bills on time and fuck with digital
+Never seen, smoke a bag of evergreen
+My sword got a Jones, more heads for the severing
+Johnny in the dungeon, taking all bets, throw ya ones in
+Scared money don't make money, throw ya guns in
+
+[Verse 4: Masta Killa]
+That's word to Damo, San Juan, Puerto Rico
+Blowin hydro on a beach wit Tamiko
+My gun bullet hollow for you to swallow
+Blowin' the nozzle, hear it whistle
+One in the head, this is code red, man for dead
+X amount of lead spray from the barrel
+Heat clear the street like Connor O'Carroll
+Fully equipped, rifles, banana clip shit
+To make my niggas from East New York flip
+
+[Verse 5: RZA]
+Yo, you may catch me in a pair of Polo Skipperys, matching cap
+Razor blades in my gums (BOBBY!)
+You may catch me in yellow Havana Joe's goose jumper
+And my phaser off stun (BOBBY!)
+Y'all might just catch me in the park playin' chess, studyin' math
+Signin 7 and a Sun (BOBBY!)
+But you won't catch me without the ratchet, in the joint
+Smoked out, dead broke or off point (BOBBY!)
+[Verse 6: Ghostface Killah]
+Wallo's comfortable, chocolate frosting
+Your socks hangin' out, yours is talkin'
+Rock so steadily, son, I'm still crazy
+Sport my old Force MD furs from the 80's
+Nat Turners wit burners, Jackie Joyner-Kersee
+Taught y'all niggas how to rap, reimburse me
+Rothsdale's, ruby red sales, Bloomingdale's, blocks
+Ox tails chopped up in Caribbean spots
+I'm nice, maxed out, creepin' wit the ax out
+Murder these bikini bitches, switchin' with their backs out
+[Verse 7: U-God]
+Niggas wanna pop shit, I pop clips
+Bitch, I'll put my dick on ya lips
+Alabama split, hammer slay quick
+That David Banner gamma ray shit
+Shells in the mouth, jailhouse snitch
+My powder voice, Snow White sniff
+Verbal killas, gorilla grip
+God body shit, puff Marley spliffs
+
+[Verse 8: Cappadonna]
+You might see me in a 6, that's not my style
+You might see me wit a bitch, that's not my child
+I be in the benzo, keep a low profile
+Dead serious, take flicks and don't smile
+Tryna get money, y'all cats is wild
+I pose for the clothes, make a song like wild
+I'm a chip off the board game, got sword game
+Live life to the fullest, still want more fame
+Darts on layaway, beats on standby
+Outfits pressed up, ready for airtime
+[Verse 9: GZA]
+Run on the track like Jesse Owens
+Broke the record flowing without any knowing
+That my wordplay run the 400 meter relay
+It's on once I grab the baton from the DJ
+A athlete wit his iron cleat in the ground
+Wireless nigga who sprint off the gun sound
+The best time yet still 7.0
+Swift flow made the cameramen clothes blowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber - Pt. II[Intro: The Genius/GZA (from "Clan in Da Front")]
+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
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+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
+[Verse 2: 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, 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
+
+[Verse 3: 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, 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
+[Verse 4: 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
+
+[Verse 5: 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
+Abbot, that run up through your county like the Maverick
+Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics
+[Verse 6: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+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
+
+[Verse 7: Genius/GZA]
+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 cloversEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Impossible[RZA] Yo, check check it
+[Tekitha] You can never defeat
+[RZA] Yo, check the method of this shit right here one time
+[Tekitha] The Gods
+[RZA] Sparkin' your brain cells to the upmost
+[Tekitha] Impossible
+[RZA] Unlimited epidemics bein' spreaded
+[Tekitha] You can never defeat
+[RZA] You know, we try and add on for y'all niggas
+[Tekitha] The Gods
+[RZA] Yo, yo
+
+[Verse 1: RZA]
+Fusion of the five elements, to search for the higher intelligence
+Women walk around celibate, livin' irrelevant
+The most benevolent king, communicatin' through your dreams
+Mental pictures been painted, Allah's heard and seen
+Everywhere, throughout your surrounding atmosphere
+Troposphere, thermosphere, stratosphere
+Can you imagine from one single idea, everything appeared here
+Understanding makes my truth, crystal clear
+Innocent black immigrants locked in housing tenements
+Eighty-Five percent tenants dependent welfare recipients
+Stapleton's been stamped as a concentration camp
+At night I walk through, third eye as bright as a street lamp
+Electric microbes, robotic probes
+Takin' telescope pictures of globe
+Babies gettin' pierced with microchips stuffed inside they earlobes
+Then examinated, blood contaminated
+Vaccinated, lives fabricated
+Exaggerated authorization, Food and Drug Administration
+Testin' poison in prison population
+My occupation to stop the inauguration of Satan
+Some claim that it was Reagan, so I come to slay men
+Like Bartholomew, 'cause every particle is physical article
+Was diabolical to the last visible molecule
+A spaceknight like Rom, consume planets like Unicron
+Blasting photon bombs from the arm like Galvatron
+[Verse 2: U-God]
+United Nations, gun bias style patient
+Formulating rap plural a capella occupation
+Conquer land like Napoleon, military bomb fest
+We want sanitary food, planetary conquest
+Thug peoples on some hardco' body shit
+Get your shit together 'fore the fuck Illuminati hit
+Dreams is free and escape is sleep
+For a fool peep jewels, keep tools for tough time
+The rule of rough mind, elevate, stay behind
+The sun gotta shine, keep on, cremate
+The whole Babylon, times up, move on
+Kings on your pawn, checkmate, no fakes
+Supposed through the gate, case closed things get froze
+When it comes time, chosen ones will hold the guns
+We take flight with no fright
+And attack, never fear 'cause our words is clear
+What's been done can't be undone, son, we can't care
+'Cause the last days and times are surely here
+Snakes and flakes get blown, by the righteous ones
+Divine minds bind, we unified as one
+Half of black folk, we half broke, smoke a bowl of weed shit
+Our everlastin' essence stay flyin' over Egypt
+
+[Hook: Tekitha]
+For you to defeat, the Gods
+Impossible, you can never defeat the gods
+Impossible
+For you to defeat, the Gods
+[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
+Call an ambulance, Jamie been shot, word to Kimmy
+Don't go, son, nigga, you my motherfucking heart
+Stay still, son, don't move, just think about Keeba
+She'll be three in January, your young God needs ya
+The ambulance is takin' too long
+Everybody get the fuck back, excuse me, bitch, gimme your jack
+1-7-1-8, 9-1-1, low battery, damn
+Blood comin' out his mouth, he bleedin' badly
+Nahhh, Jamie, don't start that shit
+Keep your head up, if you escape hell, we gettin' fucked up
+When we was eight, we went to Bat Day to see the Yanks
+In '69, his father and mines, they robbed banks
+He pointed to the charm on his neck
+With his last bit of energy left, told me rock it with respect
+I opened it, seen the God holdin' his kids
+Photogenic, tears just burst out my wig
+Plus he dropped one
+Oh shit, here come his Old Earth with no shoes on
+Screamin', holdin' her breasts with a gown on
+She fell and then lightly touched his jaw, kissed him
+Rubbed his hair, turned around, the ambulance was there
+Plus the blue coats, Officer Lough, took it as a joke
+Weeks ago he strip-searched the God and gave him back his coke
+Bitches yellin', Beenie Man swung on Helen
+In the back of a cop car, Dirty Tasha tellin'
+But suddenly, a chill came through, it was weird
+Felt like my man, was cast out my heaven now we share
+Laid on the stretcher, blood on his Wally's like ketchup
+Deep like the Paul assassination with a sketch of it
+It can't be, from Yoo-hoo to Lee's
+Second grade humped the teachers, about to leave
+Finally, this closed chapter comes to an end
+He was announced, pronounced dead, y'all, at 12:10
+[Outro: Raekwon]
+Now what my man is tryin' to tell y'all
+Is that across the whole globe
+The murder rates is increasin', and we decreasin'
+So at the same time, when you play with guns
+When you play with guns, son
+That causes the conflict of you goin' against your own
+You hear me? So let's pay attention
+Straight up and down, 'cause this is only a story
+From the realEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I Can’t Go to Sleep[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
+The technique is ill, son, watch how I spill one
+Peace to Biggie, 2Pac, Big L, and Big Pun
+Havoc on the streets of Staten, snitches
+House niggas, children watch as they produce the same pattern
+Somebody raped our women, murdered our babies
+Hit us with the cracks and guns in the early '80s
+For those that murdered me shall stand before God
+To fall at the hands of fate; then, out comes the rod
+
+[Break: Ghostface Killah]
+Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back
+
+[Verse 1 (Cont'd): Ghostface Killah]
+What the fuck is going on? I can't go to sleep
+Feds jumping out their Jeeps, I can't go to sleep
+Babies with flies on they cheeks, it's hard to go to sleep
+Ish bowled two sixes twice, I couldn't go to sleep
+Ayo, we deep in the stairs, we carry big guns
+Whippy got hit up with the big shit—"bong bong"
+Stop at the cheeba spot, then pass the leek spot
+Drove past y'all niggas again, you took a cheap shot
+Not knowing fucking with me, you get your meat chopped
+You thought we fell on our face? You need to be stopped
+Call on the chariots! Call on an ambulance!
+You better smile, my nigga, you on Candid Cam
+Gangsta broad, these be the laws, walk with big balls
+Nigga, motherfucking eunuch, I even take which was yours
+I'm the nigga that made you, man
+When your rap wasn't doing well, I'm the nigga that gave you a hand
+[Hook: Isaac Hayes]
+Don't kill your brother
+Learn to love each other
+Don't get mad
+'Cause it ain't that bad
+Look at who you are
+You've come too far
+It's in your hands
+Just be a man
+Get the jelly out your spine
+Cobwebs out of your mind
+
+[Verse 2: RZA]
+I can't go to sleep, I can't shut my eyes
+They shot the father at his mom's building seven times
+They shot Malcolm in the chest in front of his little seeds
+Jesse watched as they shot King on the balcony
+Exported Marcus Garvey 'cause he tried to spark us
+With the knowledge of ourselves and our forefathers
+Oh, Jacqueline, you heard the rifle shots crackling
+Her husband's head in her hands, you tried to put it back in
+America's watching, blood-stained ink blotches
+Medgar took one to the skull for integrating college
+What's the science? Somebody? This is trick knowledge
+They try to keep us enslaved and still scrape for dollars
+Walking through Park Hill, drunk as a fuck
+Looking around like, "These Devils!"
+I'm ready to break this world down
+They got me trapped up in a metal gate, just stressed out with hate
+And just give me no time to relax and use my mind to meditate
+What should I do? Grab a blunt or a brew?
+Grab a .22 and run out there and put this fucking violence in you?
+I can't go to sleep, I can't shut 'em, son, I—
+[Outro: Isaac Hayes]
+Don't let the game make you lose your head
+You should be calling the shots instead
+The power is in your hands
+Stop all this crying, and be a manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Back In The Game (Phoniks Remix)[Hook]
+Do you believe it's morning
+I'm alive
+But thats the last thing on my mind
+Do you believe it's morning
+I'm alive
+But thats the last thing on my mind
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin
+Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin
+Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin
+Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin
+Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in
+And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life
+Ante up cause if you blow the dice
+On that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight
+That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife
+Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke
+Searchin for a quick antidote
+Mo' money, mo' problems to cope
+
+[Hook]
+Do you believe it's morning
+I'm alive
+But thats the last thing on my mind
+Do you believe it's morning
+I'm alive
+But thats the last thing on my mind
+[Verse 2: Raekwon the Chef]
+Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on
+How to get rich, coolin' with a mean ill Jamaican bitch
+Banana coat matchin' with the ratchet
+Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin'
+Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird
+Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant
+It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin'
+Buried you alive, left your whore cryin
+We on your floor look more doors
+Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggas is armed
+And when we get there, all my niggas in the mix
+Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich wear
+
+[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
+Most people say the Clan was missin' since I got dropped offa radio
+Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process
+Everybody switched they names like
+Whatcha call it, any fast (?)
+It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches
+Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy
+Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through
+We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through
+RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power
+Proof that power plastered divine classical lines
+Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable
+Now niggas with the radical shines
+[Hook]
+Do you believe it's morning
+I'm alive
+But thats the last thing on my mind
+Do you believe it's morning
+I'm alive
+But thats the last thing on my mindEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Ruckus in B Minor[Produced by Rick Rubin & RZA]
+
+[Intro: RZA]
+Huh—after all these years, what you said was true
+The Shaolin and the Wu-Tang is very dangerous
+
+[Interlude 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Hahahahahah
+It's the ODB, kid, once again, coming through your area
+And I'm going to tell you one time; you gon' love this
+[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
+I had to get the money, said it wasn't a choice
+Die Hard's on the bars, Ladies lovin' the voice
+Morphine flow, numbing your joints
+Bomb a nigga like he number 81 from Detroit
+Zombie life, World War Z
+Antidote to your virus, your highness, the world on me
+Capital G, cool as the dude from Dos Equis
+So deadly, I don't make it rain, I snow heavy
+Sick lane, Nic Cage how I ride with fire
+Forever with bars, sort of like a lifer
+With the son of anarchy, I be breaking bad
+Walking dead, day dreaming of making a band
+Dancing with the stars, Americans idol me
+The mentalist with the Big Bang Theory
+[Hook: Method Man]
+Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one
+Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one
+
+[Verse 2: U-God]
+The most duplicated, anticipated, validated
+Urban legends in the books with the ones who made it
+Highly celebrated, everything was work related
+Current top 40 got the Wu deep in all their business
+20 years Killa Bees, yeah, we hold the pennant
+Monumental stance on the cover with my co-defendants
+Drop her sentence, in remembrance
+Construct these jewels so they can live through my descendants
+
+[Bridge: Method Man]
+Youngun, I can see your draws, pull your pants up
+Can't even call yourself a man until you man up
+And if you call yourself a fan you need to stand up
+This ain't a party, it's a jux, keep your hands up
+And I don't care who runs the city when the summer come
+Your summer's done, Wu forever, and we're still number one
+
+[Hook]
+Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one
+Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one
+[Verse 4: Cappadonna]
+Picture a nigga on the strip getting rich off the drug shit
+Putting other niggas on, teaching ‘em thug shit
+Then they want stick 'em up, then they get slugs quick
+Hood-type niggas always living that crime life
+Jealous-ass grimy niggas seeing the limelight
+Slimy old nigga like fucking your man’s wife
+Fool shouldn't use the word brother, he man dyke
+
+[Verse 5: Ghostface Killah]
+Yo, I spin my web all across New York
+Get it out in all types of ice, there's a sport
+One chain, two chain, three chain, four
+Niggas mouth's drop like the leaves in the fall
+Tone got that WBC
+I take off heavy in air balloons and land in the Fiji's
+That's my bird and that's my word
+You faggots keep fucking around and get curbed
+(I came to town)
+
+[Verse 6: GZA]
+Forms circles like the rings of Saturn
+Dust rocks and ice in a particular pattern
+Then this fascinating picture has emerged from surface
+A wonder of the young world with an urgent purpose
+A wild fire engulfing every home
+It's history chiseled and carved in every stone
+A workshop where skills are learned
+Handcrafted and drafted, written works the main concern
+Urban center provided with a social structure
+And a curious culture full of superconductors
+Each stain is part of a scene with
+Intricate geometric raps on a larger screen
+Spell bounding, marvelous and it's surrounding
+Viewpoints remain the same, it's all astounding
+A place where the forgotten art is so powerful
+A striking image is something that's so valuable
+[Interlude 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+This one's the blackout! Three-fifty-seven to your mouth!
+[Interlude 3: RZA]
+GZA, this is called Ruckus In B Minor
+Rae, all those bad times is behind us
+Ghost, put that mask on to remind us
+Method Man, let 'em know who's New York's finest
+
+[Bridge: Method Man]
+Youngun, I can see your draws, pull your pants up
+Can't even call yourself a man until you man up
+And if you call yourself a fan you need to stand up
+This ain't a party, it's a jux, keep your hands up
+And I don't care who runs the city when the summer come
+Your summer's done, Wu forever, and we're still number one
+
+[Hook: Method Man]
+Still number one, still number one, one, one
+Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one
+Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one
+
+[During hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Now I'mma let all you motherfuckers know
+Whether you from Brooklyn, whether you from Manhattan
+You from Queens nigga
+I don't give a fuck, where you be motherfucker!
+
+[Verse 6: Raekwon]
+My lines is like Peruvian coke, go ahead and try one
+My recipe is A1 remarkable with my mixture
+Rainman mathematician, this city slicker
+The finest threads cover my frame, the cloths of royalty
+Strive with an army of winners and no pretenders
+(*One*) We live free and achieve more
+But first we gotta win with no stalemate
+The all eye seeing is victorious biz to the sound man
+
+[Verse 7: Masta Killa]
+Armored trucks, tanks are bulletproof, been the truth
+Loot the track, clear the booth, my thought ready, aim, shoot
+My knowledge one twenty proof, let's tear the roof off
+Let's spray, M-A-S-T-A
+King I Love-Love club, pack stadium rock
+I hold the mic snug, split a slug
+Black ninja, mask and gloves
+
+[Hook]
+Still number one, still number one
+[Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Cash Still Rules/Scary Hours (Still Don’t Nothing Move but the Money)[Intro: Raekwon]
+Shake them niggas
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Scary hours no money out, smash the Guinness Stout
+Play the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields
+She's a rich fiend sacrifice her fam shift them niggas
+To Queens
+Guess jeans she charged thirty-five beans
+Hit the cell phone, regulate with well known Tone
+A Wally kingpin who also slam the strike edition
+What up? Corleone smoke the bone, Tone phone me
+What up? He tried to slang there, address him with chrome only
+Grady with the gray beard, transporting for him
+Rocking Nike Air, Rastafarian bird, piping that
+Switchin Benzes, ten carat nigga with gold lenses
+Fronting like he's sitting on a lump, he's sitting on junk
+You wanna pull a heist, draw guns and robberies
+You wanna rock rep, step in yellow Wallabies
+Names arraigned, they're Century Fox, little Glocks
+Them niggas with stocks, wheelyin'  blocks
+Rich lifestyle, spoiled like an ordinary white child
+But right now, Sun it still shine, shed light now
+Breakdown, liquidate God, fucking grab the nickel plate
+'Spenser: For Hire', tension when we mention Dryer
+He's a slave cop, behave pop
+Isuzu Beige Top will blow that cat at the Purple Haze spot
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+I remember sticking fiends at the one-six-ooh
+When we was starving, ducking five-oh, paying 'em dues
+Times is hard in the slums I'm from, they got us barred in
+We warring and cage dodging, ripping and robbing
+Got the NARC sabotaging, slipping cracks in
+Your camouflaging, now you snitching on the squadron
+That's something niggas can't pardon
+City overrun by young gun with bad intention and Wu-Wear garment
+So I see no need to mention, the potency
+Of a sting from a killa bee, kicking the battery
+Out the back of them wisecracks
+Distorted for your get high, you hijack
+These friendly skies ain't for you, they for me and mine
+This the year of the grimy nigga, ragtime
+Keep these niggas on the run, peep my Clan emblem
+Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's coming from
+
+[Bridge: Method Man & La the Darkman]
+Catch us swimming with these sharks now, you rap villains
+(I feel the same way you niggas feeling)
+We feel the same way you feeling, let it be known (let it be known)
+What the blood clot you niggas dealing, you crash dummies
+Cash rules, still don't nothing move but the money
+
+[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
+Aiyyo strongarm that kid right there with wavy hair
+Billy Johnson snatched him out his whip in Times Square
+Took his Pumas, nameplate, dude lost weight
+Summer '88, started a fight, that can't wait
+Ask Dorothy, same kid pussy up in Marcy
+Blazing that Ted Rossi up in The Marquees
+He lost like a hundred ounces, Jake rushed his houses
+Had him on the porch, ass no trousers
+This souped up, individual stuck, the new stuff
+Same kid crying on the stand with Judge Kuffner
+Kissed him with odd numbers three to nine style
+Before he left he flashing his face like Denzel
+Richard Dale took his Beaver, Un threw up all in his whip
+Mussy dropped and split his wig with the heater
+His shape-up was all fucked up, Heze had me laughing
+God you see how he was laid out in the grass
+With dirt in his mouth, Slim woke him up told him he wild out
+Blood leaking from his teeth he smiled like he gummed out
+Big bolo, stacking his shit, financed a Volvo
+He copped his shit from a small coffee shop in SoHo
+He still pussy, he sell his dust up on the Lower East
+Posing like he rapping out...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Dog Shit(Dogs barking)
+
+[Intro - Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+All you bitches put your naps together
+And all you niggas put your sticks together
+
+[Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Bitch hooooo
+(Yeah haw heh)
+Day hayyyy
+(Eh hey ay hey)
+De haaaaa
+(Ewww hawr harr)
+Haa-aa-aa-aa-aaa
+(Eh haw he huu)
+
+[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+She blew in like calm breeze
+Tall brown skin her, weave like palm trees
+I went coconuts, dip my Dunkin' between your Donut
+Don't want it if it ain't no slut, bitch
+Fathership touch ground like fly on soup
+Don't invite me I tear the fuck down
+White boys cut my toupee
+Seventh day rester, or screenplay
+I slump MC slay, it ain't nothin' to bust ass
+Bullet him, get him fast
+Bitch I don't break out, blast to the next rash
+The dog piss on MCs like trees
+Got meals but still grill that old good welfare cheese
+[Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Hooooooo
+Yeah haaaay
+(Dedicated to all you bitch ass niggas)
+De haaaaa
+(And you bitch ass niggarettes)
+Bitch hooooo
+(Motherfuckers!)
+
+[RZA]
+Let that bitch know
+
+[Verse 2 - Ol Dirty Bastard]
+Shame on a nuh, who tried to step tuh
+The Ol' Dirty Bas, put my foot up your uhh
+Bitch, you walk around with your bra too tight
+It's alright, you still gon' get fucked tonight
+Hoooooo (Method Man: stankin' ass hoes)
+You're the type of bitch don't appreciate shit
+Never had shit, so you won't be shit
+That pussy there, couldn't satisfy a hair
+On my body, treat me like a lolli and slob me down
+Doo Doo Brown!
+Tossed salad, oh you in some shit now
+Callin' me a dog, well leave a dog alone
+Cause nothin' can stop me from buryin' my bones
+In the backyard of someone else's house
+Ol' Dirt Dog, but I'm not dogged out
+Here comes Rover, sniffin' at your ass
+But pardon me bitch, as I shit on your grass
+That means ho, you been shitted on
+I'm not the first dog that's shitted on your lawn
+[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Hoooooo yeah heeeey e haaaaa
+Hoooooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
+Hoooooo yeah heeeey (Wayeah hey hey)
+This is dedicated to all y'all bitches (eeeeeeeeeeeee)
+De haaaaaaah
+Hoooooo yeah heeeey ne haaaaa
+Aaaaa-aa-aa-aa-aaa
+
+[Streetlife]
+Fuck y'all
+
+[Skit - Man 1]
+Fuck is y'all niggas, Soul II Soul?
+Y'all look like some nasty backup dancers for En Vogue
+Lil' nasty R&B niggas
+Yo, you look like, you look like you was break dancin' in Allure' video, spinnin' on his lips
+
+[Man 2]
+What's up wit' bookworm? What's up wit' bookworm?
+
+[Man 1]
+Nigga, what's up wit' your Speak and Spell shoes?
+Fisher Price My First Timberlands
+Them shits is old, nigga
+You gotta get some Chukkas, fucka
+Nigga got on a Lamont Sanford dress shirt
+"Whaddaya want, ya big dummy?"
+((Same guy: “Yeah, that’s me nigga!”))
+[Man 2]
+As for me, nigga?
+((Yeah that’s you, you DJ…))
+
+[Man 1]
+And as for you, you DJ Kat Show shirt wearin' ass nigga
+Your shirt look like a dish rag
+Nigga, your shirt look like a curtainEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Visionz[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Apocalypse Now, mind over matter
+Next batter be Tical, put it on a platter
+How much uncut raw shit we dealing with?
+Murder track what? Slang killing it, touched
+You feeling it in your bloodstream
+Deadly Venomous elixir hammer like Sledge that be Sister
+All In Together Now, follow me the Mister
+Mef Candyman: Farewell to the Flesh
+Death come in the scripture, 2001
+Bring the rap Armageddeon, let it be known
+When you walk up in this Dead Zone, with all that wack shit
+Now you know you dead wrong, one thousand lashes
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Detonate that, pussy Massengil rap cleanse that
+The kids rank, snatch collars off while riding off
+Float boat big boys, Oakland A's stashed away blades
+Ventilation let the sharks Animaze
+Something shiest like seven butcher knives
+Rolling Rover style twice, finger itchy like lice, hair fell out
+Something to conquer, stomp ya like that cat Blanka
+Toy Tonka truck, ten carat on ya monster
+Ring rocky like fuck switch sides like water rides
+The DAT bubble life preserve the other guys
+Now fuck y'all act wilder
+The style wilder than a praying mantis, chilling like
+(long inhale)
+[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
+As my brothers and I reign rebellious, changing
+The courses of time, devils no longer exist
+As God Cipher Divine, all minds one, no question
+Now check it
+Perhaps we can go through Lessons
+Or might shot me a pussy protesting
+Coming with that lip professing, you must take Allah for fool
+Where's his Jewel? Was he using Mathematics as a tool?
+Tell me, the struggle is God and I came to build
+Shit is so real, inside you distilled
+Back in the form of mist, you wishing you did the Knowledge
+Before speaking, seeking, where you went wrong
+And why would I bring you such physical harm?
+
+[Verse 4: Inspectah Deck]
+Mind arson, my squadron surround the SoundGarden
+Guns for hire plus you under fire and a target
+Sniper in the cypher, I Pied Piper
+Move the housing by the thousand, I watched out the Chrysler
+Bombs strike ya like the Mighty Thor, blast the door
+Recite a page like a tidal wave crash the shore
+Two pulls, I'm wild like mechanical bulls
+Pack a full house, it's girls night out, pull a handful
+Heavenly laced, stimulation make it feel slow paced
+I motivate and await my sober state
+[Verse 5: Ghostface Killah]
+Magnificent, heavenly the God stay bent
+Five Percent, Range whipping, Soul Controller of the lynch
+Macking phone rings, Stephen King drama down at Danzine
+My mood swings, suplexed off the rope, magazine
+Coconut juice, walnut colored shoe, ninth annual
+Moses lost his sandal hiding the manual
+Blowing evangel bugging off of Bon Jovi hits
+Grandma Lowvey, famous murder weapon was a trophy
+Seeds posing in Osh Kosh, guzzle Grolsch
+Sabotage massage rap bandit at large
+Wolverine Carnation Milk, Wu denim jeans
+Thurston Howell the Third, kid's back on the scene
+Call it chopped meat cause every word is choppy
+Malachi crunch all crows to death, Kobayashi couldn't stop me
+Getting caught up in my world, Häagen-Dazs swirl
+Back flip and then a twirl, cave your whole world inEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+As High As Wu-Tang Get[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+(come on in)
+Dinn-dnn-dnn-ta-dnn
+(come on in)
+Dinn-dnn-ta-dnn, dinn DNN DAH
+(come on, come on, come on in)
+Dnn-da-duh-duh-DAH, you BITCH ASS niggas!
+(come on in, come on, come on, come on in)
+
+[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+As High As Wu-Tang get
+Allah allow us pop this shit
+Just like black shoe fit
+If you can't wear it, well, don't fuck with it!
+
+[Verse 1: GZA]
+Yo, too many songs, weak rhymes that's mad long
+Make it brief, son, half short and twice strong
+No doubt, it took time searchin', eventually
+It was prime urgent, for you to examine the rhyme merchant
+Lace MC's with styles when they rhyme drunk
+On a label hunt, until twenty thou, out the trunk
+Eight Diagram sword swinga armored tank force
+RZA throw in the disc but then change the bank source
+You can't flow, must be the speech impediment
+You got lost off the snare off Impeach the President
+Whether in Amsterdam smokin' seven grams of green
+Venue packed, a thousand white teens in tight jeans
+This Witty Unpredictable shot is critical
+To analytical analogy, insurance policies why
+Said he know that sounds define the note
+Couldn't recognize, blast him the fuck behind the ropes
+Too many dope niggas I see starvin'
+Catch a single deal, a possible plea bargain
+Wu slay regardless to whom or what, five mics, five nights
+Hang him from the balcony, drop twenty-five flights
+A fugitive bass playin' rap czar
+Smoke the cigars, his prints on the strings of his guitar
+[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+As High As Wu-Tang get
+Allah allow us pop this shit
+Just like black shoe fit
+If you can't wear it, well, don't fuck with it!
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Tical got a hold on ya, doin' exactly
+What the fuck I mari-wanna, this nigga nasty
+Deep in the dirty dungeon, buggin', lovin'
+The ways these rhymes keep comin', at cha splash ya
+Get your head piece fractured, with killer cuts
+From the Shropshire Slasher, rip shit up
+Got this whole thing Tang mastered, sho nuff
+An MC too good to be touched, John John
+Bring the phenomenon, I cold crush
+MC inferiorities, they froze up
+Ice cold as we move on, saga unfold
+Captivated by a saga that go untold, like Goldfinger
+Caught up in a cliffhanger
+Yo, I-N-S, another code red, danger
+Break out the vest, now it's tactical warfare, it's all here
+Come with your shield and hardware, it be on here
+Don't ever roam, in the naked city
+Eight million stories, none pretty
+Bomb 'em wit' the Witty Unpredictable
+Conditionin' be critical
+Peace to Tang, gettin' high on your physical
+This next drink is a toast to your memory
+When I go, how many niggas gon' remember me?
+[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+As High As Wu-Tang get
+Allah allow us pop this shit
+Just like black shoe fit
+If you can't wear it, well, don't fuck with it!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+For Heavens Sake[Produced by RZA]
+
+[Intro: Inspectah Deck]
+Yo, (Wu) one two (Tang) one two (Wu-Tang)
+It's the Wu (Wu-Tang) creepin in the shadows (Wu-Tang)
+(Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
+(Oh baby, for heavens sake)
+Sir I, Excalibur  (Wu-Tang...)
+(Oh baby, for heavens sake)
+(Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
+(Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
+(Oh baby, for heavens sake)
+Yeah
+
+[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
+My rap style swing like Willie Mays
+My eyes Purple Haze, my solar rays’ll burn through shades
+Rhyme grenades raid the airwaves, catch this rap page
+I glide like, hovercrafts on the Everglades
+Boom master, with the faster blade, track slasher
+Manufacture poems to microphones, bones fracture
+Limited edition composition spark friction
+Non-fiction, the calm bomb, keep your arm distant
+Zero tolerance, dominant intelligence
+Wu original, true colors stem from the melanin
+The most high, most try, to get close by
+And overthrow I, but choke, with they hopes up high
+I circulate the tri-state and vibrate beyond the Richter
+Fly sistas flock when they spot this live nigga
+The crowd seducer black your third eye before I lose ya
+Verbal high, leave styes in the eyes of Medusa
+Top ten, poly like Cochran, and Sharpton
+Narrow margin, of your odds to dodge the marksman
+Murder rap, kill you soft like Roberta Flack
+Words attack like a British Bulldog, observe the stats
+[Chorus]
+(Oh baby, for heaven's sake)
+(Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
+(Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
+(Oh baby, for heaven's sake)
+(Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
+(Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
+(Oh baby, for heaven's sake)
+(Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
+(Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
+(Oh baby, for heaven's sake)
+(Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
+(Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
+
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+Now all pay tribute to this entity
+A spark that surges through the undergrowth
+Overwhelming the populace from the entry
+The Wu-Tang Dynasty, has emerged
+From this elite fleet I was appointed to strike the vital nerve
+Mouths tend to utter and speak empty words
+Observe the magnetic attraction as we breathe
+Seeds of MC's that these fake ass industry niggas
+Feed off, the chrome might tend to squeeze off
+And spray, an array of shots
+That travel downwind, just respect my prolific pen
+As I ascend, the minds of the weak
+To rise and take power Eiffel tower-ing over the land
+As we stand, expanding our cream
+A dollar to every grain of sand
+Let the mind use the physical as planned
+[Chorus]
+(Oh baby, for heaven's sake)
+(Oh baby, for heaven's sake)
+(Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
+(Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
+
+[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
+Yo, yo, this is Beirut
+Try to comprehend check out my new suit
+Darts blend aim take fire pure destruction
+Disappear from here, my year, drop the stupid LP's everywhere
+Fallin out the sky tall sniper
+Raps by Cappadonna hit the countryside
+Poetry whirlpool, RZA and True collide
+We produce article exception to the rule
+We the black men that struck oil, the hardboiled
+Cats that made that Watergate thing go spoiled
+The heavy-handed, locked down stranded with Cyrus
+Wu Pirates, sneak inside the club, low eyes
+Low down dirty, twelve thirty, night time crawlers
+Off-the-wallers, basketball gun brawlers
+Smoked out throw both fists for nine-seven
+Slang reverend, put the best work in
+
+[Chorus]
+(Oh baby, for heaven's sake)
+(Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
+(Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
+(Oh baby, for heaven's sake)
+(Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
+(Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
+(Oh baby, for heaven's sake)
+(Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
+(Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
+(Oh baby, for heaven's sake)
+(Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
+(Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
+Yo
+(Oh baby, for heaven's sake)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Keep Watch[Verse 1: Method Man]
+I ain't trying to be no D-boy, I love music, I'm a b-boy
+Are you the undercover or the decoy
+I'm heavy with the D, Trouble T Roy
+A pit with no muzzle about to bust your bubble like a keloid
+Too much marijuana got me p-noid
+I'm killing instrumentals with that All So Simple Can It Be, boy
+Shout to Lil Cease, B.I.G., boy
+And Funk Doctor Spock, I mean Redman that's not Leonard Nimoy
+88 keys on the keyboard
+I'm down to catch wreck, take them first three letters out of record
+It's Meth, you heard it through the wire I could be more
+Or washed up like Sonny Black's body on the seashore
+That's a problem, I could be yours
+A monster without the mad scientist and Igor
+I've heard it before, a third of these boys
+Got murder raps and never even murdered before
+
+[Hook: Nathaniel]
+Keep watch, lights out when the beat drop
+Keeping the streets locked
+I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block
+Keep watch, lame niggas out there can kick rocks
+Run these streets out here don't need cops
+I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block
+[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
+Codename Sensei, I live what my pen say
+Game hall of fame, flow is MJ, Muy caliente
+Je m'appelle Rebel, capisce, comprende?
+Son I'm touching 'em up, trust I'm like
+Justin Tuck how they ducking the rush
+Tryna break bad, you catch a bad break
+Like I own a bake shop how I stack cakes
+Greatness was nothing, Deck the next Nike ad
+Wifey bad and my life got 'em slightly mad
+'Cause I shine like chrome in July
+Soldier I opened your eyes, notice the lies
+DEA say I'm drugging 'em
+I get you leaning hard, I get the fiends to nod, I mean they loving 'em
+All hail your highness, terrific win
+Put a so-called beast in his place, Pacific Rim
+
+[Hook: Nathaniel]
+Keep watch, lights out when the beat drop
+Keeping the streets locked
+I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block
+Keep watch, lame niggas out there can kick rocks
+Run these streets out here don't need cops
+I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block
+
+[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
+Foul-ass police, crooked ass friends
+I don't give a fuck, yo, the drama never ends
+I'm a project nigga, I don't care about the Benz
+Plus I had a lot of chicks, you can have those bitches
+But I murder your bloodclot if you touch my riches
+Yeah crazy ass skipper, I be in the slums, nigga
+Fuck where I come from I'm a quiet gangster nigga
+First I get you comfortable, then I start shanking niggas
+Park Hill code is don't violate the family
+Brother to brother it's no snakes in the amnesty
+I come through wilding on some Wu-Tang Can It Be..
+Googly-eyed nigga, chop his face in the ministry
+Never scared to do the time, fuck the penitentiary
+Leave a bunch of dead niggas, don't forget to mention me
+The angel of rap, the un-ordinary light
+Already did what I was gonna do before you even got the mic
+[Verse 4: GZA]
+We left a large solar cloud distinguished by size
+Interaction with the wise and civilized
+The mind caused matter to fall into a center
+A great deal of heat that'll radiate within ya
+From out of this collision
+The central cord became thick enough to trap its own light and bring vision
+Each drop full of Hip Hop energy
+Balanced on all sides such great symmetry
+The bars unlocked the power of the stars
+The mirror in the telescope pinpoint the gods
+From a distance, acting as a guiding coach
+Analyze the board, universal approach
+Retune the soul to a certain pitch
+Changing the frequency frequently, hitting a certain switch
+The love is paramount, the connect is brotherly
+Respect for the intellect and broad discovery
+
+[Hook: Nathaniel]
+Keep watch, lights out when the beat drop
+Keeping the streets locked
+I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block
+Keep watch, lame niggas out there can kick rocks
+Run these streets out here don't need cops
+I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block
+[Outro: Kung Fu Sample]
+They're very trick so you must be very careful
+Uh, Brother Fay's quite right
+But still we have been taught that man is good
+And if he wasn't good Buddha would not try to help him
+"Hey you have a pass from the..."EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Duck Seazon[Intro: Raekwon]
+Scrape y'all motherfuckers, it's my word
+When you see us, when you see us flashin' and shinin' and buildin'
+And addin' on, y'all niggas just watch, hear me?
+Only ones we got respect for is the niggas we say peace to
+Hear me? Pay attention, put your shoes on
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+My team be bellyaching hungry niggas on the swarm again
+Piranha nigga bite dick, yo son, it's on again
+What up? He made a move, try to assist it
+Listen, kid, yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop
+Back to the novel, yo son, it's logical
+How you figure, God? What? Float on the track, flip the obstacle
+Now my proposal rips the global
+From California to courts, it's over, God, told taste the soul food
+Remember baggy jeans, Timberlands in November
+Shorty called me Santa in December
+But guess what? My Wally's got messed up
+Autograph pressed up, what?
+Blessed enough to blow your rest up
+We scrape that, Land O' Lake that
+Mazola rap will get you sent back
+Represent the gentlemens who bent that
+Flash medallions like Italians, La Costra Nostra
+We moving through your hood like we supposed to
+Flexing, Lexi Diamonds hold the settlement
+Tekitha, bust your gun, boo
+Like that bad ass bitch in Dead Presidents
+Ad on the billboard store
+Check it now, you get the gold dick award
+It's like jail and it's the sixth floor
+Test me, floating in the S.E., now let's see
+Half of y'all niggas built your vine from my stress tree
+Faggots, homos, yo, my flavor liver than adobo
+Stay militant, kid, twist ya like Bolo
+You fucking idiot, playing with my Clan but you be fearing it
+Fake one, I'm guaranteed to make you take one
+Please, y'all niggas money's getting low
+But could you come back, though
+Set up shop and get the fat glow?
+Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
+So what the deal now
+Link up with us or put your shield down, faggot
+[Break: RZA and Raekwon]
+Faggot, you fuck around punk (Seven-fifteen)
+We battle for cream, nigga
+
+[Verse 2: RZA]
+You want a pound, crab? Nah, let his hand swing
+I ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy ass rings
+No more said, knew your chump ass was dead
+When I saw the .44 reflecting off your shiny forehead
+It's Wu-Tang, nigga! Ain't nothing changed, nigga!
+Still Shame on a Nigga who tried to run game!
+Your version of perversion, fucking bitches on Persian rugs
+Washing niggas like detergent, it's the surgeon
+Slugs propels from Bobby Steele's 12 gauge
+Front page Daily Chronicle reads:
+"Hell up in Gotham, take heed and protect your seeds"
+You fall like autumn leaves
+You lack tranquillity in your rap utilities to fuck with the abilities
+Race like a sperm cell to the ovary
+Microphone post tone like a rotary phone
+Ancient poems of poetry
+Old scrolls, explosive head bullets
+Black hooded, Timberland footed ninjas
+With 'Full Metal Jacket' clips and know how to put it in you
+Surrender your goods and your merchandise for no purchase price
+I'm certainly a heist for your ice is curtains
+Advice: Come quietly, Wu-Tang Clan rules society
+Because of variety, so maintain your high anxiety
+And lead them to defy me, diary, ya Irie?
+I need 18 points on my next joint
+This high anointed king to make a deal, I be the one to appoint
+Steve Rifkind must've been sniffing
+To catch something so dope, it left Monica Lynch pussy dripping
+I fuck hundreds of bitches and split millions of dollars
+And built with thousands of scholars
+My life saga from the hill to the harbor
+Legal 'caine grind like Nicaragua
+I gave birth to MCs, thieves and bank robbers
+We drove expensive whips and took worldwide trips
+And my dick's been sucked by the finest lips
+Fancy delicatessens and the world's best refreshment
+But none of the above compare to the one-twenty lessons
+Or my queen and my seed and the homes that I rest in
+Enter my zone, get blown in 99 sections
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+This rhyme has no limitation, this time there's no hesitation
+Collecting minds at the door
+You want it, niggas? It's yours, the flavor's raw
+What the fuck you think I'm flowing for? It's rhyme and reason
+Bite the bullet, niggas is fowl and it's duck season
+We at odds 'til we even, motherfucker
+Bad asses, high times, lower classes
+Taste mine, straight shots in dirty glasses
+Bring it to 'em, room service
+Under pressure and mad nervy, waving guns at the clergy
+Ticallion, we ain't worried, keep them sick niggas 7-30
+Picture this, watch the birdy
+These bastards is holding dirty
+With sharp hymns that be stabbing you
+Pins and needles, needles and pins
+'Nuff said, dick in your mouth like Tempest Bled'
+As I race track with thoroughbreds, ducking the Feds
+
+[Verse 4: Raekwon]
+Yo, my ice look fly upon the keyboard, son
+Niggas ran up on me, lord, praising what we do by the laws
+That's right, exile the fake, hit them niggas like weight
+Feed 'em food, let the fake evaporate
+Reconstruction, that's the whole science on my production
+Y'all niggas guess who stuck, son, left his nuts hung
+Switch, finger itch, staring at you like a bitch
+Maybe y'all niggas snitch
+You's a loner, Adidas shell top while I sip a Corona
+Read the Robb Report, then bone her
+Buy you some jewels, here's some food
+Not necessarily mean to be rude, boo, check out the analoo
+We into mushrooms, chase the Heineken, the custom
+Baggy jeans, thick ropes, god, sliding through customs
+Chill, y'all niggas know what time it is
+James Bond beamers behind me on Bacardi Limon
+Check out the pitch like Nolan Ryan, he caught a slug for lying
+Yeah, you was lying, where the cash? Crying
+Militia, rolling in position
+Casa Blanca Cuban Link Christian
+Lex retali' back whistling
+Fake fucks
+[Outro]
+How dare you rebel the Wu-Tang Clan against me?
+For that you’re gonna die
+I may not be the one to stop you, but somebody will very soon
+Also, the Wu-Tang Clan will rise again
+There are many of us, all working for the good of the Wu-Tang
+DieEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Bells of War[Intro: U-God]
+Give me the cue
+
+[Verse 1: U-God]
+Skip the introduction proceed to lip function
+The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
+Splatter your melon like some Attica felons
+Use a firearm good, Bloods go for heart swelling
+Insert the spasm, yes the dirty herb has him
+Thoroughbred thugs insert the phantasm
+Verbal smarts, spark the word, visit my scripture
+Exotic wine, holding nine Picasso pictures
+When the rhyme pivot you now, limit your chance
+Bodyguard the lyric with unlimited stance
+Words seem to zing on down to Beijing
+When we touch down, would you crown renowned kings
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+There's no honor amongst thieves
+Street pharmaceutical stack like Genovese
+The Four Devils tempt madmen but not these
+We profound hardcore sound to MCs, thumbs down
+Prepare Killa Bees it be warfare, this the year
+Niggas gotta take you off of here, hold the square
+If we go there we go gritty and spread fear
+Through this rap city, call the mayor
+My razor sharp darts be like cold stares
+The smell of fear make my nostrils flair, truth or dare?
+Ask yourself can you compare to these niggas in the hood
+Johnny B. Goode or he be gone yeah
+The struggle goes on, you've been warned
+PLO from here to Lebanon, how many bombs
+Must we drop in the Ninety-Now?
+Walk a mile in my shoes, get the street news from Meth-Tical
+[Break: RZA]
+Glocks'll be spitting, you gots to be kidding
+Aiyo kid you gots to be kidding
+Or Glocks'll be spitting
+You gots to be kidding yo
+
+[Verse 3: RZA]
+It's common sense how I master my circumference, you dense
+I get locked the fuck up, released on my own recognizance
+Can't be judged, young bloods bust back like scuds
+Wu-Tang hovers one thousand notches above
+MC level, yo, I stay highs like treble
+Foes who oppose get plucked like rose petals
+Arresting and holding, penetrate forbidden regions
+Wack MCs only lasting one season
+The morale was low at the corral
+Adjective pronouns had no style, your weak proposal
+Aim for the official, initial is Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah
+All that other bullshit ain't permissible
+Annual increase of the Wu-Tang Manual
+Handles to keep all this Hip Hop shit tangible
+Illegible, every egg ain't edible
+My tracks remain 'Unforgettable' like Ol' Nat Cole
+Got to catch this paper to buy Shaquasia a glacier
+Buy Melchezidek a skyscraper
+Understanding the continents of Africa and Asia
+And free the Black Man from enslaved labor, Wu-Tang
+[Verse 4: Masta Killa]
+The weight of the fam is on our back and we can't fall
+Victim to this long hall of fame, meaning nothing
+We came to punish the glutton with a substance
+That can't be contained, Wu-Tang
+
+[Interlude 1: Method Man]
+Motherfuckers
+We be seeing y'all asses when we walk up in the club
+Y'all all in the back
+Scared to speak, we speak cause you scared
+Punk motherfucker, we know what time it is
+
+[Interlude 2: Raekwon]
+All you been seeing is upsets in the boxing shit, right
+It's like come on man
+This nigga fucked up motherfucking Whitaker
+Dang, he caught Whitaker
+He caught Whitaker a long time ago
+Mike got touched
+Then Mike got touched by Holyfield
+Hey Mike's, Mike's gonna forfeit this fight
+He ain't fighting McDermit
+He ain't fighting
+Nope
+Whattup
+You talking bout he, what he, what he, what he did
+Told them he cut his eye, in sparring
+[Verse 5: Ghostface Killah]
+Stella D'oro wrap breadsticks, David Berkowitz
+Einstein birthed a hit, now nurture it
+M.G.M. front row seat tonight, no gems
+Purify, cleanse, ran into some beef up in the men's
+Fix your sawed off, Wu-Tang tore me off the cross
+All you saw was white meat, skin hanging off
+These is words from the Arch Bishop, some call it six up
+The Betty Crocker Marvel cake, snakes will miss a
+Wax janitor, black Jack Mulligan from Canada
+Slam dance, tarantula style, you's a fan of the
+Monopoly king, Slavic poetry
+Carnegie Hall's off the hook, let's push through the armory
+Mack truck hitting soloist, Soul Controllers
+Behold of the thousand teeth fist, swift and boneless
+
+[Outro: RZA]
+You know cause Wu-Tang is invincible, you know what I mean
+It's Wu-Tang Forever God
+You gonna get down with that W
+That's that Wu, that's that Wisdom
+That's the Wisdom of the Universe
+That's the truth, of Allah, for the Nation of the Gods, you know what I'm sayin'
+We breaking egg through these days God, you know what I'm sayin'
+We got the fucking way
+We got the medicine for your sickness
+Out here, ya know what I mean
+I was telling Shorty like
+Yo Shorty, you don't even gotta go to summer school
+Pick up the Wu-Tang double CD
+And you'll get all the education you need this year, you know what I mean
+Their poisoned minds can't comprehend this shit
+Word man it's Wu-Tang Forever God, you know what I mean
+Niggas can't fuck with these lyrics God, you kno what I'm sayin
+Namean
+Oh hell no, none of this shit
+C'mon man -- beats, lyrics man, y'all niggas
+Niggas can't even understand half this shit
+I think niggas ain't gonna figure it out til the year Two-G
+(Wax niggas ass for free or fee) Word
+Yo, you know what
+The next Wu-Tang album ain't even coming out until 2000, ya know what I mean
+That's just gonna come back with a comet
+You hear, we gonna bring a comet
+Check for that shit in the millenium
+You know what I mean? So, yo, y'all niggas man
+Be the resurrection
+The Gods is here man
+Born Gods is hereEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Severe Punishment[Intro: 'The Master' sample]
+I despise your killing and raping
+You're despicable (Are you my judge?)
+It's just you should be punished
+I'm gonna chop off your arm, so are you ready?
+
+[Verse 1: U-God]
+Check these high hats sling tings movin' through the rubbish
+Party robust, rec room style for you brothers
+Time's tickin', erupt misconduct
+Enterin' one funk before the drum dry up
+Dial, style, jab vocab slow
+Alphabet run, construction voice might blow
+Tap dance swellin', Hemingway novel model
+For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle
+Cut down, come with somethin' that's round and profound
+Blood brothers, people of colors, we get down
+Watch this fly, force feed things bein' said
+Nine Diagram acid black evil red leathers
+Mic half a dangle, serious a man
+My mic clapper death wish, everlastin' plan
+Heavenly God body, know me as the cleaner
+Night champion, old villain style seamer
+Kiss a spider, Seagal saga why bother
+Godfather talk drama, fly swatters
+[Break]
+Number two, Chao San Poi
+
+[Verse 2: GZA]
+This Wu shit be hard to kill at full blown
+Rhymes filtered through the net before words hit the chrome
+Pro tools editin' tracks that's rough
+'Cause a jam without a live MC isn't enough
+So we attack this, and grab all within reach
+Throw a scrap back to niggas, perfect your own speech
+Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands
+Used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands
+Niggas look on and get hooked on this mic line
+Reeled in and shipped through the pipeline
+LPs delivered with style and potential
+Niggas flowin' smoothly in a sequential order
+Revealin' hidden tape recorders
+Stashed inside pockets of those who lack aura
+
+[Verse 3: Raekwon]
+Twist the DAC up, them niggas with math is back up
+Watch he act up, fifty-two block track we slap up
+Playground maneuver, jet to Vancouver like this
+Two Kahluas, one chick, she's German Luger
+Get the shit on
+Light a fresh pack, bust it open with the seal on, dunn
+Deal on this, with the real on
+Necks rocky ring, call it the Decatur
+Slang souffléer, home decorater, player
+Mic immigrants, nine of us formed resemblance
+Somethin' flashy, God dead-armed is nasty
+Peep the ornaments enough to make Shorty-Wop stare at me yo
+He killed the God, might as well throw a chair at me
+[Verse 4: RZA]
+Yo, MC's wonder what's hip-hop thunder
+Tell you the truth, it's just one nation under a groove
+Gettin' down for the funk of it
+Like Fred Sanford in the biz...
+Yo, inhale this paraphernalia, a Wu memorabilia
+Melba the fortune teller, tried to tell ya
+'Bout the group recruit, we scoop up CREAM like Breyer's
+Then spread across the globe like telephone wires
+Thirty-six assorted, Shaolin imported chambers been recorded
+You're fuckin' with the loops, time for royalty audit
+Fabulous establishment metabolism, Blackfoot Indian
+Cherokee started out smaller than amphibian
+Then grew to a physical body with five meridians
+As the pendulum swings closer to the millennium 2000
+Wickedness is spread amongst my citizen
+I got a muscle the industrial to make a hustle
+And politic with Lyor and Russell
+When niggas is still rush in and brush you
+
+[Break]
+He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives
+
+[Verse 5: Masta Killa]
+Thoughts are contained in the trenches of the brain
+Ignite, blowin' the mic to Arabian heights
+As I recite this medley, niggas couldn't fuck with the
+Deadly ground I hold down
+Classical gangland style, shots hit the ceilin'
+Panic and confusion echoes through the building
+Continuin' to build, I strive for perfection
+Driven by the will to live, Glocks I hold
+Shots I give, while searchers of rescue teams
+Look for means of survival and who's liable
+For this harrowin' experience
+You scream for the extreme
+Fiend for the capo regimes of the Wu-Tang Academy
+To fuck up your anatomy with assault and battery
+[Outro]
+Number two, Chao San Poi
+Number two, Chao San Poi
+He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives
+Number one, Yen Chang Wa
+He's an adulterer, don't trust him
+Number two, Chao San Poi
+Number two, Chao San Poi
+He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives
+I despise your killing, and raping
+You're... despicable
+Are you, my judge?
+It's just... you should be punished
+I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?
+I despise your killing, and raping
+You're... despicable
+Are you, my judge?
+It's just... you should be punished
+I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hellz Wind Staff[Intro: 'Unbeaten 28' sample]
+The Wu-Tang Clan will rise again
+There are many of us, all working for the good of the Wu-Tang
+Die
+
+[Verse 1: StreetLife]
+So get your egg crashed by my Hellz Wind Staff
+While the pictures broadcast and splash to tell the news
+Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed his lung
+His father watched in horror as he swallowed his tongue
+Another youth dead before the age of 21
+Left his son to grow in the ghettos of the slums
+Where the shots echo for twisted metal for cash flow
+React slow nigga and get P.L.O
+By the lone gunner who took revenge for his brother
+Who got slain last summer by a cocaine runner
+A new year is dawning, new crews is forming
+Rival gangs warring, blood steadily pouring
+The streets are deep son, every day is like a rerun
+So I reach out and try to teach one
+But 85% uncivilized content
+No tolerance so a lifetime is spent
+Behind a cage bent smoked out and on a park bench
+Killer instinct, slave rap niggas get lynched
+
+[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
+So yo break that nigga arm fast as a fuck
+Tell Ra, Goldie left my beige jacket in his truck
+To all you slew-footed penguins, ducking from these Hot rocks that's flaming
+Chocolate for all you rap Damians
+Spraying cards espionage, dodgeball square hard
+Strip bars, no bras, wet leotards
+In the making, next album 'Blood on Chef Apron'
+Keep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen
+Discovery Channel, cats the Book of Daniel
+Coke blunts hot as a fuck swatted bamboo
+High school dropouts, baseheads get knocked the fuck out
+On the regular for robbing a good nigga house
+Rough cut raw doses, the unexplainable
+Hot rock lava, gringo throw the Frusen Gladjé
+[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck]
+What you know about this specialist armed dangerous?
+Hit you close range with this madness
+Unique design shine like a deep dish
+The beat kick technique split up your weak shit
+Yes, the rhythm, the Rebel
+Alone in my level heat it up past the boiling point of metal
+Living legend, veteran known to set trend
+Lethal weapon, step through your section
+With the force like Luke Skywalker
+Rhyme author, orchestrate mind torture
+Live performer, bid the mic sayōnara
+Borderline to insane, I rain firewater
+Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court order
+I got my sword across your throat, you choke
+
+[Verse 4: Method Man]
+We on the run with the golden guns, get you none
+When it reach out and touch someone, blaze their buns
+Now I'm guilty by association
+Times of blackness eclipsing the Sun
+Target practice commence when I throw these darts at these rappers
+Ricochet, hit the charts, bloody your mattress
+Hold me down, Wu bloodkin, I'm going in
+Shooting bullets at the top ten, rhyme concoction
+Blend like chameleon
+All these niggas want cheese, is we mice or men, word up
+We can go platinum but then still can't get no satisfaction
+Once again back on the block crumb snatching
+Blowing backs in cold-blooded 9 assassins, time for action
+Johnny Unitas, handle that like arthritis
+Still, hold a golden touch like King Midas
+[Verse 5: RZA]
+Drowning problems in Heinekens imported from Holland
+Getting boosted off of Killa Bee pollen
+Stone columns get stacked by drum tracks, smack loud like gun claps
+Pin a crab to death with a thousand thumbtacks
+The Wu centerfold, it be's the Wind Ninja scroll
+Soul edged blade controls your Interpol
+The Fig Newt', fruit from the forbidden tree root
+I stay secluded in the Chamber training new recruits
+With Fatal Guillotine, the black hooded team what it means
+When bullet screams from the hot Glock like rock from a sling (sometimes...)
+Pushed through like George Bush Operation Whoops
+Shots get popped on the block causing blood to gush
+From digital to analogue, the Wu-Wear camouflage
+My entourage squad be stomping through Zanzibar
+Like herds of cattle, RZA plays the wall like a shadow
+Connecting Brooklyn/Shaol like the Verrazanno-Narrows
+
+[Verse 6: Raekwon]
+Stash the cream though, Iceatollah ice style gleamo
+Lex graffiti name Ramo, hold em we rolling asking me though
+Raps is hotter than hot tamales in Toledo
+Pussy that shit she passing off to me though
+We wax Ajax niggas with an axe, Maxamill
+You could crash a mil’ got your back still
+Scold em and fold em like the thousand dollar bills sit back eyeing y'all niggas out
+Fakes that delegate we spitting fire out
+Verb burglar, design the Wally shoe store reserve a jet status
+Guyanese bird up on my mattress
+Watch me mack this, Ralph Lauren goose incite a fashion
+Yo, these hands is flooded and they mad quick
+Strong approach like magnets, custom wood crane name
+Styling rich, résumé the waves and one chain
+Feeling mics like, wheeling a bike, slide like
+Step on his Klondike, get your dart right, we moving on it like
+Wind breaker niggas get they face broke, jewelery get snatched
+Magazine right on the low, fuck y'all cats (sometimes...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Wu-Revolution[Popa Wu]
+These things just took over me
+Just took over my whole body
+So I can't even see no more
+I'm calling my Black woman a bitch
+I'm calling my peoples all kinds of thing that they not
+I'm lost brother, can you help me
+Can you help me brother, please
+
+[Uncle Pete]
+You see what we did, we lost the love
+I'm talking bout the love, the love of your own
+
+[Popa Wu]
+But brother, but brother, but brother, check this out
+I still don't understand man, I'm all high off this shit man
+
+[Uncle Pete]
+Well, what I'm trying to say my brother
+Why, why do we kill each other
+Look at our children, what kind of a future
+
+[Popa Wu]
+This is the training that's gonna be given to you by the Wu
+Brothers and sisters
+The revolution, the revolution will be televised, televised, televised
+It's time to rise, and take our place so we can inherit the universe
+The planet Earth belongs to God
+
+This is nineteen-ninety-seven
+
+Every square inch of it that he chose for himself, is the best part
+Behind every strong woman you'll find a strong man
+And behind every strong man you'll find a strong woman
+The universe is not completed without the sun, moon and stars
+(Want to be free)
+That's man, woman and child
+To all you fake-ass niggas who think you gonna survive out here
+Without your Black woman, you're wrong
+They have attraction powers on the planet
+We are original man, the Asiatic Black man
+The maker, the author, the cream of the planet Earth
+Father of civilization and daughter of the universe
+The population was seventeen million, with the two million Indians
+Making a total of nineteen million, four billion, four hundred million
+All over the planet earth
+(Mandela, Mandela)
+Arise you Gods, it's the time for the revolutional war
+(Malcolm X, Malcolm X)
+That's the mental war
+That's the battle between God and devil
+Take the devil off your plane
+Take him off your mental mentality, take him off your brain
+Leave all the cigarettes and guns, the alcohol and everything
+Thats the mental devil that exists within your body
+That's destroying and decaying your mind
+The mind controls the body
+Everything within must come out
+Don't look towards the sky cause there's no heaven above
+Don't look down beneath your feet, there's no hell below
+But heaven and hell exist within
+Heaven is what you make it and hell is what you go through
+[Uncle Pete]
+There is only one God
+There is a whole new one, faith
+There is a only one
+One revolution yeah
+
+[Popa Wu]
+At one time it was told to me
+That man came from monkeys
+That we were swinging from trees
+I hardly can believe that unless I'm dumb, deaf and blind
+You ever heard about, the ape man and the ape woman
+You have a mankind, that has a beginning to him
+And his ending, is about to come
+
+[Uncle Pete]
+If you take one step, I will take one with you
+Through the storm and pain, swim the deepest sea, with you my brother
+I know you got to be strong, gotta hold on
+
+[Popa Wu]
+Now the story is about to close
+It was a hundred percent of us
+That came on the slave ships
+Eighty five percent of our people was uncivilized
+Poison animal eaters
+They're slaves of the mental powers
+They don't know who the true and living God is
+And their origins in the world
+So they worship what they know not
+And they're easily lead in the wrong direction
+Ought to be lead in the right
+And now you got the ten percent who are rich slave makers of the poor
+Who teach the poor lies that make the people believe
+That the all mighty true and living God is a spook in the sky
+And you can't see him with the physical eyes
+They're also known as blood suckers of the poor
+And then you got the five percent
+Who are the poor righteous teachers
+Who do not believe in the teachings of the ten percent
+Who is all wise and know who the true and living god is
+And teach that the true and living god is a supreme being black man from Asia
+Otherwise known as civilized people
+Also Muslims, and Muslim's sons
+Peace we out
+[Cut to Kung-Fu clip]
+I have given it much thought
+It seems, disaster must come
+At best, only postponed
+Shaolin Kung-Fu
+To survive must now be taught, to more young men
+We must expand, get more pupils
+So that the knowledge will spreadEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+A Better Tomorrow (2014)[Intro: Method Man]
+Wake up... wake up
+Wake up...
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Wake up, get a hold of your life, go get your cake up
+The motto in the streets is you eat, or you get ate up
+Straight up, you tired of waiting, go get your weight up
+My peoples tired of waiting for reparations to pay us
+Screaming Jesus can save us, I, I get the Bentley if I save up
+But that's just another trick to enslave us
+Push the minimum wages
+Put, put our fathers up in them cages
+Then watch out when mother struggled to raise us
+But, but my ambition won't let me live in this poor condition
+That doesn't care about color, creed, or your religion
+Priests, politicians gotta listen to opposition
+From my position, we still ain't got a pot to piss in
+From my position, we still ain't got a pot to piss in
+
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+Allah said to save the babies from the cold
+Pour wisdom in the cup so the truth overflows
+Still, knowledge is that bread that keeps us well-fed
+Old time religion will not bring us satisfaction
+Without action now who can disagree with me?
+God is not a mystery, there's nowhere in history
+That you could show and prove to me
+But still you face east and nod your head to me religiously
+I'm G-O-D, to infinity, for real
+[Hook: sample]
+The world won't get no better
+If we just let it be
+The world won't get no better
+We gotta change it yeah, just you and me
+
+[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
+Poor reparations, the Bush administration
+Unequality, martial law, segregation
+False hood, false teaching, false education
+Now's the time for us to come amongst this nation
+They deceiving us, they don't believe in us
+They believe in that Cream like Julius Caesar
+I'm like Marcus Garvey, Malcolm X with the heaters
+Ripping the chains of the remains of all of the leaders
+Never worship the image of evil swine eaters
+I'm on the back of the bus with two fine divas
+We in the jungle of life, but never jungle fever
+I'm God-body all day long, spiritual life lessons
+That I recite in this song
+Trying to wake up everybody, can't we all get along?
+For all my people that's out there persevering through the storm
+Black fist, Staten Island, stand up, stand strong
+Penetrate through the gate and bring the Clan along
+
+[Hook: sample + Tekitha singing in the background]
+The world won't get no better
+If we just let it be
+The world won't get no better
+We gotta change it yeah, just you and me
+[Verse 4: Raekwon]
+Wake up and realise the times
+That we living in the world is getting more iller than ever
+Thought we was chillin', striving change for the better
+But it was a dream like Martin Luther
+He had a vision that could move a mountain
+Protect one another, that's world to my brother Malcolm
+As-salamu alaykum, alaykum as-salam
+We want justice, police supposed to protect and serve
+And then they shoot us down like wild animals
+The nerve of them cold-hearted killers
+With blue suits slaying our black youth
+The earth cries from all the blood that's being spilled
+We need a solution fast, get InshAllah bill
+Let me educate them, translate it meaning God's will
+It goes all in together, together how we are
+To stand with a plan, provided we down to fall
+And that's the Willie Lynch tactics that separated the masses
+Taught us all to think backwards
+
+[Reversed sample: RZA]
+
+[Hook: sample]
+The world won't get no better
+If we just let it be
+The world won't get no better
+We gotta change it yeah, just you and me
+We gonna change the world (x5)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Projects[Skit: Raekwon (Shyheim)]
+Peace, God (Peace to the gods)
+How you, God? (Studying 120 right now
+Call me back at the God Hour)
+
+[Intro: Raekwon]
+The Fuck? It's just the new way of thinking
+Light up the broccoli, kid
+Throw the relish in my back pocket
+Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
+That's how we doing it
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Bound by honor, sword take over the set
+Rap from here to Quebec
+Throw up the TEC, crash your intellect, select a vet
+Swimsuit mammal handle, yo, every fly vandal go to project
+Slam you like Hamill's Whitewater Scandal
+Wally sandal just a sample, my niggas fertilize thoughts
+Yo, mad support, drink a quart then bamboo
+One nasty can blew
+My pen sterile, won't perform if I'm not lampable
+Asking my man'll get you slapped down, play the anthem
+Lit it, who with it? Champagne get it, that's the ticket
+Silent nines sounding like crickets, snatch your worker’s shipment
+Pull her hair, long dick it, we talk right before we left lifted
+Just like a long sleeve, guess who ripped it?
+[Chorus: U-God (Raekwon)]
+Projects (My niggas survive, just like a moving target)
+Projects (Where niggas live and some sell garbage, that's)
+Projects (Try to escape the flying shells, dodging)
+New York projects (I'm living large, yo, stop miraging)
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Sign of the times, conspiracy to overthrow the mind
+Behind every fortune there's a crime
+This technique is TEC-9
+Blast at any close encounter of the third kind
+This be the evil that man do, we dismantle any adversary
+Them niggas all thumbs and can't handle my flurry
+Hear me, you jam on, you want to scare me
+Don't even kid me, shit in my coat aiming at your kidney
+Pressure, red hot like chilli pepper
+Black 'n Decker hardware, avoid the leper
+Five o'clock shadowboxer, hold down the sector
+Bet your bottom dollar lecture be hard to swallow
+007 mark the secret agent
+That macks well and gets smart through entertainment
+Welcome to the killing fields with Johnny Dangerous
+Headbanger boogie niggas going through changes
+
+[Chorus: U-God (Raekwon)]
+Projects (My niggas survive, just like a moving target)
+Projects (Where niggas live and some sell garbage, that's)
+Projects (Try to escape the flying shells, dodging)
+New York projects (I'm living large yo, stop miraging)
+[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
+Suck my dick, it's the kid with the fat knob
+I bust all into your face, plus it come in globs
+Quick, get on your knees
+With your sweet pussy, let it breathe
+Two fingers is all in your hole, think I can fit three
+Your pink lips, spreaded and shit, let me throw my dick in
+Grab my shit and place it gently on your clit
+Ping-pong pussy, wide world the womb
+Titties sagging, stomach on some shriveled up prune shit
+Too much air in your pussy
+You screaming that it's talking to you, daddy
+Fart's breathing out your lips, splashing my dick badly
+Use vinegar to try to tighten up your ginger
+Almighty dick ran in with a cape, some call him engine
+Lightning rod bob, black candy cane attached to God
+Thick like a Great Adventure cigar, in your garage
+Pregnant pussy have you fall out, like Remy on the house
+Watch the teeth for slobbing my shit, you bit it on the couch
+Dry pussy leave the friction burns, plus beef I hone
+The condom broke
+Bitch, you got AIDS, I'm shaking in my bonesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Older Gods[Produced by 4th Disciple]
+
+[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
+Yo, word, yo, yo
+
+[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
+Aiyo, I roll like a bat out of hell, evil acapell's fly
+Spittin' out of my grill before I hit the sky
+With springtime colors, juicy as a Sunkist
+Certain broads double Dutch this, they carve it in they wrist
+Pillsbury blazes, straightening combs left on the stove
+Crumbs in my lady hair, plus yours, the look gold
+God, the old chain and ball technique, got these
+Vegetable lasagna niggas in they whips, jumpin' out they seats
+18 Bronzeman Part II
+We like Dorothy Hamill on ice, we in your hood, we might circle
+Hats down low in the Range, switch lanes
+Change my tire, peel out, real loud on the stage, yo
+I shitted on your hood, kid, I shitted on your hood
+Got to your burner too late, I'm lookin' real good
+Draped out, shinin' like a fresh fifty cent piece
+"Yo, girlfriend, come here, oh shit! You my man's niece!"
+The gourmet pocket twenty, bombs made of clay
+Sexcapades take place, we fuckin' 48 shades
+Might walk up in your studio time, slap your engineer
+Lighter fluid to DAT style, hand me the matches now
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Aiyo, rainbow Rollie on the wrist, now watch this
+Niggas bless this, eight and a half, Bally banana twist
+E shakes, puffin' on lye, feedin' the seed's plate
+Pullin' out old .38's to rob gates
+Major wake up, the kid telltales, make a nigga head wake up
+Beats break, the nigga whipped, take off his time
+Honolulu status, gladdest, the rich rock cabbage
+And dollar vans grands, that nigga mad savage
+Stationary Hall of Justice, niggas came clumped out
+Just came home, now they bunked out
+Money be longer than triple life 'til the Sun burn out
+That's my word, move it with the burner out
+Fidel way of thinkin', roll with the Mac bent Ac-10
+Most of my team - Five Percent
+Check what the live said, rollin' with Guess vests pedestrians
+Yo, holdin' my nuts, fuckin' thousand dollar lesbians
+
+[Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Raekwon]
+Yo, the Older God put me on to how to rock this
+Maintain 360 Lord and live prosperous
+It only takes a lesson a day, just to analyze life
+One time in the respectable mind
+Yo, the Older God put me on to how to rock this
+Maintain 360 Lord and live prosperous
+It only takes a lesson a day, just to analyze life
+One time in the respectable mind
+[Verse 3: GZA]
+Let the shot spark soon as his pit bull barks
+Tire scars from skid marks leaves from jams in school parks
+Witness forget his original statement
+Even in protection programs, there's no escapement
+Gunned down, three in town, hit king from seven crowns
+Spent rounds, catch him while he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge
+Wounded, back in the '83 summer heat
+Up in 3-0-9 park, rhymin' off the drummer's beat
+I stalk the city streets demonstratin' mic wrecks
+All lookin' stank, I ain't playin' with a full deck
+And as they nervously stare, I know they scared
+They saw the comin' of Wu in neon in Times Square
+Household name, assassin, Killa Bee
+Mill to the grain that posses the Wu trilogy
+Quick to spot those that bite, camouflage and blend
+Those that got styles, they got identical twins
+Don't stress the small thing, copycats are finicky
+Without skills, they master the art of mimicry
+But I go line for line on the whole page
+Your unspotted life on the mic is old ageEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Careful (Click, Click)[Verse 1: RZA]
+Wait, hold up, chill, what's that, son?
+Damn nigga got fucked, shit, huh?!
+By his back, watch nigga run
+Seven the center of your eight point Sun
+Hold tight grip on the God-U Now, you best be careful!
+Can't dodge two Self-Hes aimed at your domepiece
+Father-U-C-King police!!
+
+[Chorus: U-God]
+Something in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum
+Something in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum
+
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+Yo, Rae it's been a long time son since we bust gun
+Clap glaciers, ran the world and snatched paper
+Return to the 36th Chamber
+Proceed with caution as you enter
+We have an A.P.B. on an MC Killer
+Looks like the work of a master
+
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+Yo something in the street went, BANG BANG
+Making it hard for you to do your thang thang
+Something in the street went BANG BANG..
+[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
+Up in the boss game wilding, money for grabs
+I ain't fucking with crabs, out of state copped two labs
+Hopped two cabs, back on the Ave
+Stab you with the vocab, catch me at the big dough rehab
+Tryna re-up, keep my feet up
+Snake niggas in the cut, hold the product
+Time is up, no luck, heat start to bust
+Niggas you can't trust, dealing with lust
+Seen him at the ballgames with James
+
+[Chorus: Cappadonna & Ghostface Killah]
+Something in the street went, BANG BANG
+Making it hard for you to do your thang thang
+Something in the street went, BANG BANG
+Making it hard for you to do your thang
+Something in the hall went click-click
+The boxcutter went click-click
+Something in the hole went click-click
+The boxcutter went click-click
+
+[Verse 4: Ghostface Killah]
+These are the bones, bones from the grave of Houdini
+G-Deini, Ronzoni noodles sprinkled on your embry'
+Climb like the deficit, profits, death threats
+To Israel slid through Bethlehem bong on one wheel
+Syringes, rubber bands, needles, the 60's
+Granddaddy Caddy was copped for 6 G's
+B'gosh all that Oshkosh jumpers
+Pink Champelle, brown paper bags, wall to wall bumpers
+[Verse 5: U-God]
+These ain't the camera guys, cause terror in your eyes
+Sweat on the hammer fly, Ways of the Samurai
+Newsflash bulletin, Gods on the prowl
+We full again, ruff men scuff Timbs
+Sonic bionic lens, RZA console
+Is it Bush or is it Dole, front row of the Super Bowl
+Black gold in my soul, on a ho stroll
+Don't go boy you on parole you don't know?
+
+[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
+Someone in the back went, CLACK CLACK
+Money is stacked, now bust your gun, CLAP CLAP
+Someone in the back went, CLACK CLACK
+Money is stacked, now bust your gun, CLAP CLAP
+
+[Verse 6: Inspectah Deck]
+Made 'em throw they hands up but then lay flat
+Rat pack eat up, the average alley cat
+Prepare for the impact when we contact
+Known to drop facts that crack your hard hat
+Must I show and prove, trust I, bust I
+Make your head spin like chrome 20's on the buggy-I Benz
+Who contends, Wu like the Superfriends
+Who's your rhyming hero? Wu-Tang rules again
+[Chorus: Inspectah Deck, Cappadonna, Ghostface Killah & U-God]
+Someone in the back went, CLACK CLACK
+Money is stacked, now bust your gun, CLAP CLAP
+Someone in the back went, CLACK CLACK
+Money is stacked, now bust your gun, CLAP CLAP
+Yo something in the street went, BANG BANG
+Making it hard for you to do your thang thang
+Something in the street went, BANG BANG
+Something in the hole went click-click
+The boxcutter went click-click
+Something in the hall went click-click
+The boxcutter went click-click
+Something in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum
+Something in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pumEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Back in the Game[Intro: "Shaolin and Wu Tang" sample & Method Man]
+"It's true, the Shaolin and the Wu Tang could be dangerous"
+Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Trackmasters (Woo!)
+It's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know
+
+[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
+Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work
+We took time off, while other rappers got jerked
+Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how
+Things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now
+And as we step in the door, we cause panic
+Yep, the usual suspects, we at it
+Vet status, y'all went a week with the belt
+Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself
+Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old
+I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold
+Crops with the prose where cops won't dare go
+Got top centerfolds, too hot to wear clothes
+Still me, always have and will be
+Ill G. it's silly to hate but feel free
+Hey, hear what I say, they gotta pay
+And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday
+
+[Chorus: Ron Isley]
+Back in the game now, copped me some weight now
+My people bout to eat now, shit's bout to change now
+Back in the game now, all my niggas in the hood now
+Better catch up now, shit's bout to change now
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin
+Young dumb and thuggin, give a fuck about nuttin
+Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin
+Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin
+Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in
+And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life
+Ante up cause if you blow the dice
+On that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight
+That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife
+Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke
+Searchin for a quick antidote
+Mo' money, mo' problems to cope
+
+[Verse 3: GZA]
+We were at the same table when the chips were checked
+A gamblin Rebel who Inspects the Deck
+Just when you thought we would fold our hand
+Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans
+It was live on air but in between station breaks
+I was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes
+Split the demos, put insurance on tapes
+A safeguard against the crusaders in capes
+If I double down they say the Gods are sharks
+If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked
+We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu
+While the dealer promoted the full house venue
+A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds
+The high roller who got credit upon signin
+They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle
+Recourse of bluff game's your muscle
+[Chorus: Ron Isley]
+Back in the game now, copped me some weight now
+My people bout to eat now, shit's bout to change now
+Back in the game now, all my niggas in the hood now
+Better catch up now, shit's bout to change now
+
+[Verse 4: Raekwon]
+Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on
+How to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch
+Banana coat matchin with the ratchet
+Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin
+Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird
+Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant
+It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin
+Buried you alive, left your whore cryin
+We on your floor look more doors
+Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggas is armed
+And when we get there, all my niggas in the mix
+Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich wear
+
+[Verse 5: Ghostface Killah]
+Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio
+Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process
+Everybody switched they names like
+Whatcha call it, any fast [?]
+It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches
+Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy
+Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through
+We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through
+RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power
+Proof that power plastered divine classical lines
+Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable
+Now niggas with the radical shines
+It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me
+We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C. 
+World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan
+We brought so much heat that we was givin you tans and shit
+[Chorus: Ron Isley]
+Back in the game now, copped me some weight now
+My people bout to eat now, shit's bout to change now
+Back in the game now, all my niggas in the hood now
+Better catch up now, shit's bout to change now
+
+[Outro: "Flag of Iron" sample]
+Make a toast to Mr. Te and the Iron Flag brothers
+Master, who will be our new Iron Flag chief?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Maria[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard (woman)]
+(You my Dirty whore, you that Dirty whore)
+What else you gonna do to it?
+But bust it, bust it though, baby, bust it
+Who else, who else is gonna do it?
+This is dedicated to all you bitches
+
+[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Knew this bitch named Trash, she had a hella fine ass
+Can't ask, threw my hoe in the past
+Niggarette gave me gonorrhea
+Pussy dick to the tippy-toe like ballerina
+Boy, you should've seen her
+She had a baby face creamer Purinas, called up talkin' Tina
+I put my dick in her womb
+She blew my head like a balloon, I had her walkin' on the Moon
+
+[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
+Yo, I seen you at the five and dime wastin' your time
+Oh, you shine, I'm lookin' at your ass from behind
+You walked by smellin' like watermelon
+You might make me a felon, my eyeballs swellin'
+My nuts start yellin'
+Excuse my prick, wanna have a talk with you
+I'm sick, my medicine is can I walk with you
+Fantasy, after that we can cheat
+Laid on the bed, handcuffed with hard meat
+Long stroke smackin', smack it then broke
+Nothin' can't stop my continuous poke
+Compound, porno flick music
+Daddy came with it when I wrote it
+[Verse 3: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Dirt Dog be bouncin' on bitches like frog
+I pollute the air up like smog, bitch
+I'm up my Jacuzzi, peepin' this smoothie
+My bitch is a floozy
+Dirt Dog ain't choosy, pussy move me
+Pretty black dick up in the booty, I like it muddy and swampy
+By now, you find your ass up shitty creeky
+Don't got no fuckin' room, me and my momma in my teepee
+Blackberry squeeze, bitch, you a tease
+Titties small, I got used to the squeeze
+Fuck that shit, I'm through with this bitch
+Old hen please can't get a bank of these welfare cheese
+Now I'mma blow fifty G's overseas
+I'm doin' the breeze in my 850
+
+[Verse 4: RZA]
+Suicidal, she been in more hotels than bibles
+Idol worshiping bitch wasn't the type to make bridle
+Strung on how the bitch maneuvered her tongue
+From the top of his dick to the bottom of his ass split
+I told the God to jet quick, this wicked bitch was a harlot
+But had him trapped up inside the Charlotte Web
+She wasn't choosy, fucked for a movie and a loose leaf cigarette
+Pussy stay wet and juicy like lemons, big ass in tight denim
+Had the most faithful niggas sinnin' against their women
+And enjoyed to watch relationships get destroyed
+This unemployed welfare bitch was non-void
+And shameless, her attitude was blameless
+Even though she had a hundred dicks on her name list
+Her obsession caused niggas to get the ass cheek injection
+The bitched lied, said she had Urinary Tract Infection
+I tried to warn 'em and bomb 'em, but she conned 'em
+Wanted niggas to fuck her raw dog without no condom
+*Woman moans* Oooooh, ahahhh, ohh
+
+[Outro: '4 Assassins' samples]
+You people are all trying to achieve the impossible
+That's exactly what we've done
+But you'll fail and you'll all die
+If we die, the next generation will fight them too
+And the one after them for as long as they must
+And eventually we shall succeedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Uzi (Pinky Ring)[Intro: U-God]
+Yo.. yeah
+Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin
+Yo.. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya
+Yo.. yo.. pinky ring shit, yo
+That pinky ring shit, yo
+
+[Verse 1: U-God]
+It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid
+Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic
+Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic
+The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett
+I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered
+No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record
+Broken down and crafted in seconds
+Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered
+Better, respect it, bitch believe
+I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves
+I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe
+Fix your weave, behold my expertise
+
+[Chorus: Polite]
+I got my uzi back
+You, dudes, is wack, face it, the Wu is back
+I got my uzi back
+You, dudes, is wack, face it, the Wu is back
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Take it back to the peoples, leanin' gettin' rec room points
+We in them authentic alley switchin joints
+Major general niggas, five stars
+Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas palms
+Silencers, garbage bags of hash
+For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash
+Gash you out your burner fast
+You swing down hatin me now respect get your fingers off the glass
+
+[Chorus: Polite]
+I got my uzi back
+You, dudes, is wack, face it, the Wu is back
+I got my uzi back
+You, dudes, is wack, face it, the Wu is back
+
+[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
+Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin for?
+Get the fuck away from my door!
+We got big guns in here, coke over there
+With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair
+And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips
+Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers
+The shit had me dyin yo, big fat nigga bleedin
+Big cat nigga all season
+On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice
+Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU
+Blew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out
+18 karat rap between noodles
+[Chorus: Polite]
+I got my uzi back
+You, dudes, is wack, face it, the Wu is back
+I got my uzi back
+You, dudes, is wack, face it, the Wu is back
+
+[Verse 4: RZA]
+Up at Killa Bee headquarters, four whips just pulled up
+I saw Johnny sippin Henny from a iced out cup
+Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin off the hip
+I sit took three drags off the honey-dip
+Now what you talkin? You see my gold fronts sparkin?
+Ain't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkin
+Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post
+Dead king, thought he could ace Ghost
+Queen couldn't even jack Monk
+Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk
+Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library
+Readin' Malcolm's "…Any Means Necessary"
+
+[Verse 5: Method Man]
+John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice
+So nice like New York they had to name him twice
+Name your price, I black out then change the lights
+Give you the same advice that I gave my wife
+Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine
+Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine
+Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got
+Whether you ball or not, you can all get shot
+[Verse 6: Inspectah Deck]
+New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss
+Code name Charlie Horse, bust with blind force
+I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check
+You crash-tests can't measure the threat
+I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah
+Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna
+Sure to get it perkin and cause a disturbance
+I'm thirstin, feel what I feel then we can merge then
+Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's
+My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself
+The Noble, Sir I mass mogul
+Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals
+
+[Verse 7: Masta Killa]
+This is grown man talkin, coward I'll split your head
+I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed
+Hit Chef for the rice and peas
+Nuff respect father Eton with Addies
+My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic
+They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict
+Floatin on the 95, sting like a killer bee
+Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see
+
+[Verse 8: GZA]
+From dark matter to the big crunch
+The vocals came in a bunch without one punch
+Rare glimpse from the, swiftly advanced, proved unstoppable
+Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable
+So you compare contrast but don't blast
+Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast
+Watch the block thirst for one became all
+Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall
+Delivered in a brutal fashion with simplicity
+The blind couldn't verify the authenticity
+The rhyme came from the pressure of heat
+Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets
+
+[Chorus: Polite]
+I got my uzi back
+You, dudes, is wack, face it, the Wu is back
+I got my uzi back
+You, dudes, is wack, face it, the Wu is back
+
+[Outro]
+{*scratching "Suuuuuuuue" until fade*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Heaterz[Intro: Raekwon]
+Hang glide for my nigga Tical
+Yo, word to God we run this whole shit son (no doubt)
+Right that's my word
+Guaranteed you're dealing with the invincible (no doubt)
+(I'm specialized in swordsmanship)
+That's my word, Persian Legacy one time, one time
+That's the science of the black man
+Stationary niggas, have fun on this right here
+Yo Shorty cross your arms
+Gonna rock niggas to sleep this year (throw your leather up)
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Blade thrower, sword swinga, killa bee ringer
+Rocky road roll dark greener
+Cream fademas, name your God-U Kareema
+Shout out Medina, federaloes Noxzema
+Me, jewelery cleaner Million Man March screamers
+Ray Catena, cut your joint Wolverine
+The Longines, wrapped around the wrist, law seen her
+How I got that yo, threw out the macker named Gina
+Bust a shot, seen her, it richocheted, tapped Tina
+Now I'm out, lampin in Korea with Talima
+We moseyin, sweatsuit Adidas, best believe
+I got the black heater little joint, probably Moschino
+Yo Bobby Robby whattup, Max tried to follow me
+Sadaam loungin, clean up collect, like the laundry
+It's time yo swerve like the Nike line
+Windbreaker Laker throw a jump shot scrape her
+Statuary yo floatin that snatch-uary
+Aiyyo, blow a hole in your limo, weed pass the dutch
+[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
+Yo this is MC wizardry, killa bee invasion
+Men of respect, blessed with wisdom of the ancients
+My words are blatant, lacerate necks for statements
+I launch like lead projectiles, straight out the basement
+I suplex your rep, left ruined like the Aztecs
+Parasites, double edge dice your larynx
+My hip-hop, is quarantined locked inside the detox
+Under key lock, it's like b-block and E-Glocks
+You're ill, your trail ends, thoughts are frail
+I strike the cypher, and let one survive to tell the tale
+Of my state of grace, I raise the stakes on snakes
+Knock em off like the big eights for takin up space
+Never did fear em, stick em with the truth serum
+Who sent em, arrest em before my charge is ended
+Designated hitter flows split the transistor
+Kinetic globes light when it shine, burns your retina
+Urban journal, plus eternal broadcaster
+Before and after, I be Self Lord And Master
+
+[Verse 3: Ol Dirty Bastard]
+I be the Ironside, get touched, with the chloride
+Take walk with the Nine-Finger bandits worldwide
+Shaolin hillside, full of homicides
+FUCK you dissatisfied the double dyed black brown iodine
+[Verse 4: U-God]
+Yo, box talk sequence, powerhouse kickout
+Eyes dusty, wet, butt-naked with my dick out
+I'm direct, golden best, golden chest is blessed
+Scarce chapter, snatch a batch of Winterfresh
+It sound farfetched, mountain men that be rich
+You get buckshot, dummy-clapped, mummy-wrapped and stitched
+The Jeffrey Dahmer Notre Dame-r sing the song the strongest
+Brute force bullethole straight through your chorus
+Shank you with the think tank, harmony cake cut
+A can of ass-whoopin', Flurry shake break, you fucks
+Struck, love crooks, waffle iron hooks
+Chef cocaine cook, a marvelous book
+This deathbed doctrine, paper for the youth
+What remains, a saber-toothed tiger in the booth
+
+[Verse 5: Cappadonna]
+Last night, I took a trip down to Crown Heights
+Fast life, females are trife, stay tight
+I detect that parasite, satellite
+RZA beat makes me wanna fight get hyped
+Come to do shows my slang sound write secretary type
+Backflip on the mic, I'm the poor black man
+Working hard for the grand, I understand clear
+Don't fear, peep my new gear it's different from yours
+My style drop like drawers, you see me on tours
+Don't you wait to say peace, the kid from the street
+Put my technology on the track, just then the core attack
+Wu article, Cappa, five, CD attack
+But my talk stage live killa beehive
+Bermuda my life angle, rectangle gold fronts
+Bring the gold bangle, never make me throw darts
+Check out my arts, when I release my smarts
+Hot like Pop Tarts, aim me at the charts
+[Outro: Dom Pachino & some woman]
+Dom P: It's gonna stay here. Let you use me
+Woman: Yo relax, now just relax for real
+Relax, you all tensed up
+Act like a motherfucker ready to cut your throat or some shit
+Dom P: Nah I'm not gonna let happen
+You smell good and all that too man
+What you got on?
+Woman: Victoria's Secret
+Dom P: That's how you get down?
+You always do me right, man
+A-yo, go down a little bit
+Woman: down?
+Dom P: Yeah, get down, do it lower
+Yeah, yeah, yeah around there damn man
+Woman: Your ass is tense
+Dom P: I know
+Shit-shit is real for a nigga right now, know what I mean?
+I'm telling my niggas man
+Nobody be doing me like shorty
+Every time I go over to shorty lab
+She cook me something know what I mean?
+Treat a nigga right
+Rub me down with that Coco lotion
+You doing me right
+You doing me right, right now
+I'm telling you
+Woman: You home nigga
+Dom P: Yo, he Shampoo for a nigga right thereEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Deadly Melody[Intro: Masta Killa]
+As we return to the 36 Chambers
+The RZA, the GZA, the Ol' Dirty BZA
+U-God, Chef, the Ghostface Killah
+And Meth, Rebel I soldier for the foreclosure
+Don't forget about the Masta
+
+[Verse 1: Masta Killa]
+Yo, motherfuckers halt when my Colt start stompin'
+Thunder strikes your land with the jolt
+Your stamina level is low like currents
+From the volts of relentless punishment that multiplies
+At a speed that the naked eye can't detect
+The infantry, peep the weapontry as I bomb atomically
+Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded
+By this total square mileage of violence that I brung
+I've not yet begun to stung, it's the ethics
+And rigorous training methods of the Abbott
+Incite oversees the opposition
+Penetrates then infiltrates, breakin' down your resistance
+Leavin' competition defenceless
+Masta, hip-hop antagonizer
+Dumb, deaf and blind civilizer with the silencer
+
+[Verse 2: U-God]
+Piledriver Tut boulder face blow Hulk
+Anger rap book causin' chess blade smoke
+Monster truck, punk, elephant gun poke
+Jawbreaker humanoid vice grip, choke
+Face the inferno, maestro pull it
+Pipe hard slang, bite the golden bullet
+Never sold my soul, Golden Arm cold stinger
+See me on the streets, address me stone bringer
+Ease away, freeze back, feedback, play out in sweet
+Action packed rap, bite it, stomp on the beat
+Possess hollow head battle teeth Tony Atlas
+Wu status now, wisdom to the masses
+[Verse 3: RZA]
+Cock back my tongue like a hammer
+My head is like a nickel-plated bammer
+Spit .45 caliber grammar
+At the speed of wind makes you bleed within
+Crack your skull without penetratin' your skin
+Reign of champ official, Wu stamp with black pistols
+Spent the weekend programmin' fat tracks at Camp Crystal
+
+[Verse 4: Method Man]
+Home on the range, rebel with a pen
+Writin' critically acclaimed scriptures that do you in
+Mr. Mef, Hot Nickels
+Say my shit holdin' my sex pistol, deal me in
+
+[Verse 5: RZA]
+The bewilderin' Killa Bee quickly sting ya
+I ain't gotta lift one fuckin' finger
+Make sure the God Irief turns on the ringer
+We duckin' the subpoena
+Fatal Flying Guillotine machine from Medina
+
+[Verse 6: Masta Killa, U-God & ​GZA​]
+Check the 150 millimeter heater
+As it blows holes through your fuckin' speaker
+Makin' you weaker, creepin', inches, centimeters
+Fifty caliber street sweeper
+Shots from Shaolin that go to Massapequa
+[Verse 7: Method Man]
+Things'll never be the same after this one
+Ghost Rider spit flame, lay back and twist one
+Recognize the Gods came for one accord
+One mind and one common cause, that's the shit, son
+Play them crows out position
+You might hear me but you don't listen
+Competition come and get some on
+Red marker still bleedin' through the paper
+Of his sick premeditated murder caper
+
+[Verse 8: StreetLife]
+I walk with the Shaolin strut, burn a dutch
+Watch Street eat 'em up, Cold Crush bum rush
+Spot rushers get touched, bagged up, handcuffed
+Y'all niggas can't fuck with us! (Fuck with us!)
+(Ahhh!! Ahhhhh!)
+
+[Verse 9: Ghostface Killah]
+Pass me the Black Velvet, embassy suite, killin' me
+Spell it, Maxi Priest caught me in a daze up on Delancey Street
+Stand solar, deadly vengeance with a crowbar
+It's like the dreads worshipin' Jah, so Aloha
+Pineapple crush, 850 swerve it with a rush
+Plush the Canola Range spittin' off the roof, holdin' my change
+Yo, it's ragtime, universal 12 Monkey mind
+It's like stalkin' through your airport with a chunky .9
+[Verse 10: StreetLife]
+The underboss Staten New York
+Bloodsport gun talk holdin' fort back, take 'em to court (One time)
+It's the burner Shaolin bound, face down, you gets murdered
+Roadblock, shell shocked, stretched on a back block
+Yo, it's warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through mid-air
+Landin' thugs in wheelchairs from the slugfest
+Keeps the iron where the head rest, for the conquest subway
+Wordplay ricochet through your projects, crime pays
+Matched up in a staircase in a dark place embraced
+By the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape
+These crime situations, I stay in man formation
+If shot echoes through the ghetto locations
+I remain P.L.O., slam cats like Bam Bam Bigelow
+Throw a flow like Nomo, relate like Fidel Castro
+I be the great all pro, hangin' MC's by they logos
+My street journal reacts and blaze like an infernoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Pearl Harbor[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
+Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
+Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
+Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
+Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology (Yeah)
+Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
+A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
+I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies
+Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
+[Verse 1: Sean Price]
+Yo, you ever been face-fucked with a four-fifth?
+Sweating, facial expression is stressing like ‘oh shit’
+That’s the shit that I don’t like
+Non-rappin’ rappers in the booth and they don’t write
+Fuckin’ stupid ass rappers
+Acting out of their character, I shoot and stab rappers
+P! What it do, nigga?
+I fucks with Wu-Tang and a couple of new niggas
+I don’t weirdo with queer clothes
+I share flows, when it enter your earhole
+Shit, it’s a thing of pure beauty
+Everything that’s spittin’ is written by yours truly
+Nigga, when Sean write hard
+Niggas do anything for it like Klondike Bars
+Pa, I’m the greatest of all-time
+How should we forget the latest with Alzheim’s?
+[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
+Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
+Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
+Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
+Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology (Yeah)
+Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
+A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
+I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies
+Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Since, birth, I’ve been a fast learner, ask my earth
+That’s my mama, kept a burner in her purse
+This murder in the first
+Whatcha thought, that was the gift? That’s the curse
+I put everythang on it, that’s ‘The works’
+I’m in it for the perks
+‘Cause it’s not about the image, it’s the thirst
+And how they kill your image with a verse
+A hater get it worse
+I’m telling every member of your church
+They gon’ have to put your image on a shirt
+‘Til I finish my dessert, nobody eatin’
+That’s everybody, I mean anybody
+I might leave somebody bleedin’
+Or watch me catch a homi', even hit you in the lobby
+Shotty pop ya like a molly, probably leave you hardly breathin’
+Don’t try to Blaze with Johnny even if you got an army
+Dirty money in the laundry, don’t ask why, I got my reasons
+I puff that Bob Marley, might hit you with the Tommy
+You can catch me in the party near the speaker not speakin’
+[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
+Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
+Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
+Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
+Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology (Yeah)
+Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
+A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
+I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies
+Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
+[Verse 3: RZA]
+Pass any test of litmus, workout at 24-Hour Fitness
+On the weekend, I’m sipping Belvedere with that citrus
+My dogs is vicious, exotic nympho broad for my mistress
+Life is good, live every day like it is Christmas
+Happy New Year—I do what the fuck I wanna do here, nigga
+Splash the handcrafted Gucci from the shirt to the shoe wear
+I crush the rings out, wife-beater tee with no wings out
+I got stamina, I’ll long-dick a bird ‘til she sings out
+La-la-la-la, Bobby Dig convert Lady Gaga
+Back to heterosexual, I’m classic like Impala
+Plus, I’m federal, when it comes to making dollars
+Like Jiggaman, nigga, if you hear me, fuckin’ holla
+Power rings like the Green Lantern, last seen in a mean Phantom
+In the valley of Ohio, outside the town of Canton
+Or the grotty body projects in the Killa Hills of Staten
+Saw a redbone in my shower just looking like Paula Patton
+[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
+Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
+Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
+Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
+Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology (Yeah)
+Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
+A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
+I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies
+Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
+Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
+Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
+Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
+Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology
+Shoot your old lady in her privacy
+A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
+I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies
+Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
+Form better niggas, club night, no sparklesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Sunshower[RZA]
+Yo... this song is...
+Aiyyo Dunn this song is called Sunshower
+Cause we approachin the final hour
+You know I ahh all I can say to my brothers and sisters right now
+Is stay close to your families, and all your loved ones
+Cause this globe is about to explode with hatred
+They killin for pennies, knahmsayin?
+Peace to the Gods, we got a heavy job... yo, yo
+
+Trouble follows behind a wicked mind, 20/20 vision
+Of the prism of light but still blind
+Because you lack the inner, every sinner
+Will end up in the everlastin winter of hellfire
+Throw on this mix just picks your third eye out
+You cry out your words fly out, and sounds die out
+You remain unheard, sufferin eternally, internal external
+Along with your wicked fraternal from generals to colonels
+Releasin thermonuclear heat that burns you firmly
+And permanently upon this journey
+Through the journal of the book of life
+Those who took a life without justice
+Will become just ice ice ice
+It's been taught that your worst enemy couldn't harm you
+As much as your own wicked thoughts
+What devils fought we wrought, and let's annoint
+Now you're bein persecuted by that universal court court court
+Iron hell with the strong blend of rape and blend of sandal
+With rose petals and jasmine, as men use talismans
+Burn some incense, chantin witchcraft to reach high dimensions
+I'm convinced, Allah is God always has been always will be
+You could travel every square inch of the planet Earth and still be
+Ninety-three million miles away from the sun
+Til you realize you and the sun is one, like the knowledge
+Know the ledge to where your heart is
+Or fall off into the internal hell that's uncharted
+Light travels at the rate of 186,000 miles per second
+Through time and space, until it reach a target
+And once we're freed of darkness, and show em where the path
+From which the Red Sea was parted, into these straight
+At the narrow gate, but wide is the road to destruction and hate
+What you thought life was a sport? A game?
+One hundred years short, know the soul is immortal
+Walk through many portals, and those who go astray
+Will pay a judgment day, and these few years of wicked bullshit
+Ain't worth the eternity inside a sulfur lake
+With dragons and snakes, and any pain you can imaginate
+Instead, I chose to become a newlywed to the true bread
+Of life and fed God Degree of light to my head
+It's been said, the fool who sleep is already dead, so I stay awake
+And take care of my brother, and uncover reveal the skin
+So we can see each other, cause every color
+That makes the light appear duller, who's the colored man?
+Who's the original, who's the biochemical
+Who's the grafted digital, digital, digital, digital
+Digital.. yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
+Two hundred thousand million atmosphere cubic feet of air we breath
+While niggas minds are trapped twenty thousand fathoms beneath
+The sea of reality, they can't inhale deep, devils have em
+Stagnant, a trapping, the .45 magnum
+And shatter bone fragments
+Cops love the block you gettin backed up by Dragnet
+Thrown into a six by eight steel cabinet
+Liftin weights readin ancient tablets, back on the block nobody's havin it
+Those who haven't learnt get returned
+You freaky ass niggas get burned
+Some walk around like they ain't concerned
+With the hell goin on inside the world
+Why do grown men molest little girls?
+Is it because the girl's breast has swelled
+To the size of a woman, although she's twelve
+The whole world is sick, sick, sick
+Trapped up in six, six, six
+I started off as a pawn in this marathon of life
+Tryin to carry on, wishin I had a bomb to blow up Babylon
+A vagabond, tryin to steal sportswear from Paragon
+Goin in circles, like a ferris wheel
+Undernourished meals I cherish hope, drown inside the sea of life
+Use my third eye for a periscope, and take flight to the edge of night
+To far heights so dark that even wit a bright light
+You couldn't see a spark of light
+While others play ball, I recall, me and GZA, Dirty
+Hangin in halls, bangin on walls
+Kickin rhymes three hours straight with no pause
+Boostin from Freeport sunrise to Amityville morgue
+Kept razorblade between the jaws, breakin all laws
+Started out writin fables to makin beats on lunchroom tables
+To wearin long cables that hung down to the navel
+So pack some crack and fat sacks of skunk
+To funnel the P-Funk, smokin woolie blunts
+Dust cocktails and primos, shot more dice than casinos
+Back when Wu-Gambinos were called F.O.I. MC's
+All and Together Now Crew B.C.C
+REC Posse, G.P., D.M.D
+Ol' Dirty stalked East New York, GZA maintained Franklin Lane
+I was going to Thomas the Jeff, where students got slain
+Old Earth got nervous walked me to Shaolin sent me to Curtis
+Took share time in Marquis, U-God general contractin service
+While Meth Chef and Deck was off the New Dorp
+For white boys who took steroids
+Buildin up bicep tricep pectoids and deltoids
+Back when our girlfriends was virgins
+Cuttin class with Ghost tryin to bag hoes in Murry Bergtraum
+A Maybeldine beacon night school Washington Irving
+These young Gods was seekin
+Hoes in Westinghouse and Clara Barton and Medina
+Girls who sung like Sarafina
+On the corner of Belmont and Picket Avenue I seen her
+As if I dreamed her
+I was dead broke, now I will use key notes to make G-notes
+So it's always hope
+See subway train run through the city like blood through the veins
+To the heart of Medina, but Shaolin is the brain
+So take heed to these words
+And feel the power of the Sunshower
+Approachin the final hour
+Power equality, Allah Cees everything
+Let's come together under the wings
+And take flight, Wu-Tang, the saga, Rzarecta
+In your sectorEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Frozen* sound of bomb dropping *
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Music is life I ain't in to fashion or ice
+I ain't into chain snatchin', ain't into smackin' a wife
+Fan supportin' don't never ask him the price
+If you new you can't afford it, you better askin' advice
+Stick to the point if I ever had me a knife
+Y'all gas better hope I don't ever have me a light
+Meth, not the type you do in a pipe
+But the type when you feel it you know I'm doing it right
+You know I spit it but hate to love to admit it
+They criticizing the lyrics, guess everybody's a critic, look
+I push the limit while rappers is pushing gimmicks
+I use it to push my pen and then add it to the premise hook
+Yah, still talk about it and I still live it
+Underground without a shovel and still diggin'
+It's always been about the struggle, y'all just didn't get it
+My hood trouble, if y'al don't live here then don't visit
+
+[Chorus: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah]
+Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
+I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
+Make money, maintain and build me a train
+Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
+Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
+I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
+Make money, maintain and build me a train
+Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
+[Bridge]
+And do you know the penalty for that?
+What penalty?
+The penalty is death and there is no alternative
+
+[Verse 2: Killah Priest]
+Color me bad
+Face emerge, blood in the bath
+Switchblade, quick raid, drugs on the glass
+Ugly villains, hunchback, gun for the killin'
+Suitcase, FBI plant a bug on the millions
+Shoot-outs, hang glides on the train ride
+Mafia's assassins, cocaine's inside
+Fat man with the pinky ring laughin'
+Movin' the static through traffic
+The hoss, boss called The Dragon
+His head's bald, enemies are mauled
+His hands are claws, cigar's lit, targets are hit
+His broad is fit with the largest tits
+Through the fog, they sit
+Helicopters over Nicaragua
+Scuba divers dig for lobster
+The zoo are tigers, pits, and jaguars
+The bets, NASCAR
+Threats, Nasaw
+Fools wear wires, shooters was hired
+[Chorus: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah]
+Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
+I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
+Make money, maintain and build me a train
+Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
+Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
+I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
+Make money, maintain and build me a train
+Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
+
+[Verse 3: Chris Rivers]
+Like a Shaolin astoundin', pound grounds like mountains
+Bouncin', be the largest nigga, pounds and ounces
+Well-rounded like cursive, my verses birth inertia
+Converge and surge, hurt and burn ya
+Philosophical, spit prodigal, son quantical
+Known to bust a clip and swift kick right at your opticals
+In a hot pursuit, I split particles, follicles rift
+Punches hit with nautical drifts, spark up the spliff
+Chris Samurai, mesmerized, strikes cleaner than sanitize
+You fantasize, real, couldn't show it more if I pantomime
+Bronx symphony, stomp lyrically, chomp bitch MCs
+Earn mine, wouldn't even give you niggas my sympathies
+Feelin' me? Said you feelin' me, you niggas feelin' heat
+Brave hearted, you leave departed like Hawk's enemies
+Marvel, marvelous, my art is bliss
+If you ain't the nicest, you a target, bitch
+Chris
+[Interlude: Mathematics & Method Man]
+We the first niggas that did that. I don't give a fuck what nobody say
+Alright bring it back a little bit
+
+[Chorus: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah]
+Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
+I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
+Make money, maintain and build me a train
+Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
+Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
+I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
+Make money, maintain and build me a train
+Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
+
+[Outro]
+Are you kidding? I don't necce? it's brutal. You deserve to be punished
+Well, I'd like to see you try that
+You think this is going to work out? It isn't going to be quite so easy. He who kills will be killed. Those who kill will have to be killed
+Wh-what now?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The M.G.M.[Verse: Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, Both]
+Yo, up in the M.G.M. coked up, psych!
+Six niggas walked in flashing they gems piece
+Aight, one dark-skinned nigga, fifty-six inch rope
+Wrapped around twice, smash the Gilligan boat with ice
+They threw sign language, ordered hot coffee wit' a danish
+Relax, whispered they, "Rap entertainers"
+Had Lizzy on, two Japanese birds with furs look good, kid
+Laid back, handling hors d'ourves
+It's like round three, we too black for BET
+You memorize the 1 to 40? I'm at the 19th degree
+If a civilized person doesn't perform his duty, what shall be done?
+Pardon me, God, that nigga got a gun bulging out his sweatpants
+Check out his stance
+See the side of his grill? Look like my cousin Lance
+Left hand, rocky Guess watch, yo, I think I did his Clarks
+He wanted crush bone leather with the strings dark
+Now I remember, he from Bear Mountain
+He and Mitch Greene shot the fair one near the water fountain
+Seventh round, Chavez bleeding from his right ear
+Yo, keep your eye on that same nigga from right here
+Popcorn spilling all on Liz Claiborne
+Ghost had the fly Gucci mocks wit' no socks on
+Seen Deion Sanders in the back with the phat fur on
+Working them hoes with the fly Wu shirts on
+Mixed drink session, dun, pour me some more
+Chef leathered down, blinking at Chanté Moore
+Tenth round, Chavez tearing 'em down
+Sweet Pea, get ya shit off
+It's like blacks against the Germans, getting hit off
+Smooth and them walked in, Brownsville representing
+They sent a bottle over, autograph blessing
+Chef, pull out the doo-doo, twist the dank - pink noodles
+Yo, about to roll one, matter fact, twist two of those
+Yo, they wound up stopping the fight
+Steels took a point away from Chavez
+Rematch scheduled on October 9th
+Rematch scheduled on October 9thEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Little Ghetto Boys[Intro]
+[Raekwon] Yo, you know what I mean? Chillin within
+[RZA] Word up, niggas is stupid
+[Cappa] Look out for the cops man, look out for the cops
+[Raekwon] Yo it was on last year Son
+[RZA] Huh? Fuck
+Them cops
+[Ghost] Word
+[Raekwon] Scrape them
+Niggas
+[Raekwon] Niggas want two hundred grand over the table
+[Ghost] Like this
+[Raekwon] That shit looks pretty
+[RZA] Yo
+[Ghost] I don't know what the fuck made em in they own mind
+[Raekwon] Pass the weed off man *inhale*
+[Ghost] think they could come f--, they could fuck wit this Dunn
+[RZA] Yo G, the Mexican niggas is definitely buggin the fuck
+{*cop's walkie talkie is heard*}
+[Raekwon] Mike's was crystal, erythang
+[RZA] other Mexicans be all the fuck up on your shit nigga
+{*cop's walkie talkie still babbling*}
+[Method] Aiyyo you got a light?
+[Police Woman] Excuse me can you put that out please?
+[Method] Oh shit
+[Raekwon] For what? For what?
+[Method] Jiggy
+[Police Woman] Could you please put that out?
+[Raekwon] For what? I ain't puttin..
+[Police Woman] Put the shit out now!
+[Raekwon] I ain't puttin shit out!!
+[Police Woman] UP AGAINST THE FUCKIN WALL!
+{*everything gets chaotic*}
+[Police Woman] UP AGAINST THE FUCKIN WALL!!!
+[RZA] The fuckin bitch? Get that bitch!
+[Raekwon] Slap fire out!
+[Police Woman] Oh no no no no no no no
+[Raekwon] Get your shit right
+[Police Woman] Get what?
+[Raekwon] We gonna swerve on these niggas one time that's my word
+{*music fades in*}
+"What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility"
+[Raekwon] That's comin from Louis Rich
+[Raekwon] Baggin, you know what time it is, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Put them cracks down you just started slanging two months ago
+What up with Larry Francisco tell him to let that bitch go
+Why you standing there? Posing you like Donna Karan wear
+Nigga save that, the same shit you had it last year
+You be running with them outsiders
+That shit is fucked up yo, we never turn to dick riders
+Your Mac is big, got a little grip, yo
+You think that shit gon live what he did -- what this nigga said
+Remember when his mans got there, the whole shit was set up
+Shut up, whole fam want the science and the letter
+It got back to me some niggas in Medina askin me
+"You know some niggas in the gold E-Class," splash to me
+Yo that shit you had in Vegas
+Yo, it could have got us both sprayed up
+They seen the Ac, noticed Jada
+Hair salon, treating shorty like Quran
+Her fam major swing kingpins you won't dare front on
+Octavia with all the ice on, yo
+She own a car wash now, her little Keon doing triple life
+Marry a Son who got baked, it coulda been
+For a half a cake, play the shank, maybe bite her
+Shit is fucked up when they got us yo
+She fainted at her baby wake now watch the breakdown (face responsibility)
+She fainted at her baby wake now yo watch the breakdown
+[Hook:]
+Little ghetto boy, playing in the ghetto street
+
+[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
+Yo all of y'all niggas got the whole story wrong
+Talk what you talk but twist the real song
+When it comes down to this, not a licensed driver
+Show y'all niggas whose style is more liver
+This is not a act this is more actual fact
+Nothing but experience placed upon track
+With the true sound, not lying out the crown
+When we not working we hardly be around
+Yeah see the light, right now we could fight
+You not a real brother you just a fake type
+That get on the mic then throw your cliché
+Half the East coast sounding just like Rae
+If you a Gambino, give credit to the flow
+If you not a part of this kid act like you know
+Fuck the studio, Cappaccino the great
+Fly cherry head niggas like planes out of state
+I ain't friends with you, only my CD hit you
+If you want some then stop fronting is the issue
+It's my turn, live niggas could pass
+Two-faced rappers push they shit last
+Straight off the edge into the rubbish
+Peep my new style fuck Cristal and Moet
+I drink Evian water while my thoughts get published
+[Outro]
+What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?
+Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto streets
+What you gonna do when you grow up...(1336448)
+What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?
+Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto streets
+What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?
+
+[Sample]
+One is invulnerable, in fact
+It involves strenuous breath control
+Out of all techniques, it's the most difficult
+The human body has a hundred and eight pressure points
+Thirty-six of these can be fatal
+The remainder, paralyzingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Six Directions of Boxing[Verse 1: U-God]
+When I'm locked down I use Timbs as my shower slippers
+I'm in the background mingling with the powder flippers
+In the basement, hard-body power lifters
+I crush sour in the sifter, see how I lift her
+Universal God I stay scientific
+The kid with the Golden Arms, Iron Fisted
+Stay Asiatic, so cinematic
+Noise in the attic, bang out with them automatics
+It's hood politics that bring the hunger back
+I'm straight chopping wood, call me the lumberjack
+Check the catalog put out a hundred packs
+Watch for drug sniffing dogs they coming from the back
+I'm straight thunder clap the funky drummer's back
+It's pure Dopium, give em a heart attack
+I stay stacking plaques like ancient artifacts
+Joe Namath in the game I'm the quarterback
+
+[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
+Eight balls of coke, blunt to the greenery
+Pounds in the trunk get you a concrete scenery
+Handmade ox'll get you dumped in the mess hall
+Snitch niggas run to C.O.s to confess all
+This is street knowledge, knowledge I school college
+Like a speech from the GZA, sharp like the RZA
+Don't run with a scissor, nigga the truth is the
+Truth, now I'mma drop a few jewels in the booth
+Used to boot crack, stuff em inside a tennis ball
+And throw it when they rushing the block, trust no cops
+Driving around with two mitts in my socks
+Cooked coke gon' get you in more trouble than money
+Don't crawl through dust juice the pigs is hungry
+You think they ain't watching
+They watching while you uptown copping
+Back home while you're cooking and chopping
+They scheming on the block waiting to get it popping
+[Verse 3: GZA]
+He had a sword and an axe with cuts
+Under a road that was woven from silver and gold, waxed it up
+His army was so great in quantity
+His crops and livestock boost the economy
+Many would travel by boat to see him
+His image adorned most schools and coliseums
+A merchant, hustle those silk and velvets
+Portrait illuminated when the torch was well-lit
+Picture so beautifully painted that
+One thought it would breathe or move
+Cause it would leave a mood or energy
+You see his wife practiced Yoga
+Made herbal enhancers that had saved the soldiers
+Guard the treasures in the chambers, halls and vaults
+Well-prepared for all assaults, heavy guarded village
+Armed with the sharpest weapons designed to pierce
+And cause blood spillage
+
+[Verse 4: Masta Killa]
+From a young teen, a murder team, inspired by crime
+See Allah Just granted permission for my position
+Sit down, write rhymes, escaping this repetitive cycle
+Slinging dimes, losing time, doing hard time
+Teaching y'all mathematically, come see
+The epitomy of what you wanna be - emcee
+My semi-auto gun mandatory at the sound clash
+The mic touched, dance mashed up, pounds of the best
+Green glass bottles of don, I sip the liquor slow
+Flow so devastating when I go solo
+Even when I'm dolo, pretty gun I'm holding
+Head swollen off the solid gold soul
+Iron Mic pole beat your face like you stole something, trust me
+Living life royalty, all wise and healthy
+Welcome to the best of me, from knowledge to infinity
+Never stopping my projectory, I'm galactic
+[Verse 5: Cappadonna]
+Yo, peace to all of the gods and all of the earths
+We been building like this ever since the first day of birth
+The more I start to build, the better I feel
+Keep ignorant niggas from me, use dummies for shield
+You're not Godbody son, you're just garbage and real snotty
+Cherry head gaylord still stuck in the lobby
+This the first Now Born, son I'm blessed with mad lessons
+Conquered crazy devils, my mind is a weapon
+You can't fast with me and avoid the swine
+You degenerate emcee, I'm the best of mankind
+Allahu Akbar straight jewels and real stars
+I'm down with the RZA, got help for the Widow's Son
+Pop off on you, you ain't nothing to me - DUN DUN
+Original Tyzeem, Holy water, Visine
+Designated wordplay, God respect my deen
+Shine on little stars and respect the Queen
+
+[Verse 6: Inspectah Deck]
+New York Giant, call me Deck Umenyiora
+Fresh with the water connect, two and a quarter
+Deal with the dealer, don't trust the transporter
+My job is done once I get it to the border
+Perico, coke game is kilos of cocaine
+Hypodermic needle to the groove, I dose veins
+Overdoser, you know the product is raw right
+Lines take you there like I wrote it with off-white
+Got him bent up, hands looking like a tin cup
+Sorry no consignment, get your ends up
+Move from the gate now, he on his way straight to Jake now
+I'm on the hush with my weight loud
+Got the shakes now, how they want it bad
+Five or six heads chipping in for a bag
+I got the works like a burger deluxe
+Get your fix while I'm serving it up, word to usEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Rivers of Blood[Produced by Frank Dukes and BADBADNOTGOOD]
+
+[Intro: RZA]
+The Chinese have a saying: "Dangerous men will meet in narrow streets." And so it was. War raged between the clans, and that meant pressure on me to make more weapons. And as word of the gold shipment spread, strangers suddenly appeared in jungle village
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+[Ay yo, ay yo] Machete still stainless
+The archbishop run from the narcs
+A crisp biscuit plus play the harp, wrist glisten
+Goon captain, catch me in Africa black down with 4 5 Somalians
+Black Tims, rubber suit Wonder Woman bangle a blue coupe
+I'm usually upon the roof countin' mad loot
+Root beer reefer, teeth frame, doin' my 1, 2
+Smokin' with a plain Jane trooper
+Excellent with rifles, out in Japan
+In a flight goose switchblade that poke out the Nike boots
+Thrusted on a bullet train with chains on, gettin' my train on
+Thunder money, make bread, brainstorm
+All this is made for the Forbes list
+Broads get pissed, say "Yo he fucked me out his drawers he dissed me"
+All this is calculated, the Batman with a black hand
+Mafia money, killas who rock Timbs
+
+[Hook: U-God]
+Bone crushing, smooth kicks, blades choppin' through bricks
+Masters of the weaponry, sells to both cliques
+Blacksmith, with the iron fist
+X2
+[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
+Rigor mortis, I watch the body rot to the bone structure
+Scrape out your brain, watch your eyeballs rupture
+Black magic, leave your fuckin' skull in a soup pot
+Makaveli, Vamoose like 2pac
+Suicidal tendencies, down the white Hennessy
+Look in the book, I'm the definition of menace b
+Chokin' niggas out for no reason, it's duck season
+I'm cold as ice, 6 degrees below freezing
+Stay dipped, rock a striped shirt like Freddy Kreuger
+You'se a baby piranha surrounded by barracudas
+Seven thirty, I'm more like 6 o' clock
+Straight up and down beatin' up niggas till there's blood in they socks
+Ox em, duff em', stuff 'em in black bags
+Without gettin' no blood on my fresh rags
+Ruthless, heart of a stone, grown with no emotions
+I piss out brewhas, poisonous potion
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: Kool G. Rap]
+Yeah, it's the three deadly venoms with weapons in the denims
+Some shit that'll shake windows and break lay tenants
+Come left field, aim crooked and straight blaze in em
+Have you niggas with straight-legs with a fake leg in em
+Wolf in sheep's clothing, eyes scoping a tender lamb
+Spin you bitches like a ballroom dinner dance
+G-Mode dress code got suspender clamps
+Russian roulette, money bet, go and spend your chance
+You little fleas get killa bees and army ants
+EMS cut up your jeans like zombie pants
+Hollow chrome to your collarbone
+Ping against your dome piece and sound like the first key on a xylophone
+Grown men discussing death and the malice tone
+See how quick the smiley faces turn solid stone
+Ghostface, Rae and G be the wildest known
+We straight street, we keep seat in the palace throne
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Rules[Intro: RZA, samples, Method Man]
+All you, hoes, be cryin' for these bitches
+All you, niggas, be cryin' for these hoes
+"Both hands clusty"
+"Pullin' out gats"
+"Double-barrel"
+"Blew off the burner, kinda dusty"
+"We pack chrome TEC's"
+"Bring it to 'em proper, partner"
+"Comin' from the 36th Chamber"
+("Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!")
+"Math lets– lets the plate S– Spin"
+"Many– many brothers I be sparkin'"
+"Stray shots, all on the block that stays hot"
+If you fuck with Wu, we gots to fuck with you
+("Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!")
+
+[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
+Who the fuck knocked our buildings down?
+Who the man behind the World Trade massacres, step up now
+Where the four planes at, huh, is you insane, bitch?
+Fly that shit over my hood and get blown to bits
+No disrespect, that's where I rest my head
+I understand you gotta rest yours true nigga, my people's dead
+America, together we stand, divided we fall
+Mr. Bush, sit down, I'm in charge of the war
+[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
+Yes, yes, y'all, the I-N-S bless y'all
+Stop hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl
+Never fall, tear it down like a wreckin' ball
+Role call where my niggas that's one for all?
+And all for one, we draw the guns on impulse
+Cash in the envelope, spend it on kinfolk
+Then smoke a ounce as we count mills
+Providin' you pure ecstasy without pills
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools, man
+How the fuck did we get so cool, man?
+Never ever disrespect my crew
+If you fuck with Wu, we gots to fuck with you
+
+[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
+Y'all dogs better guard ya grills, it's all real
+We live from Baleelz, it's the god, I-Reelz
+Yo wonderful, spark the blill; let me build
+With the people for the mills; I'm rollin with the Rebel I-ill
+From Killa Hill, peace to Brownsville
+Brothers that'll kill for the will of the righteous
+Twenty-five to lifers, true and living snipers
+You wait like "Sixth Sense" till hard to kill
+[Verse 4: Streetlife]
+How you livin', Streetlife? I'm surrounded by criminals
+Serial killers tote guns without the serial
+High tech street intellect, all digital
+Project original, sheisty individual
+New York's bravest, always supply you with the latest
+We hall of famers, and still hit you with the greatest
+Took a year hiatus, now you wanna hate us
+Thanks to all you haters for all the cream you made us
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools, man
+How the fuck did we get so cool, man?
+Never ever disrespect my crew
+If you fuck with Wu, we gots to fuck with you, nigga
+
+[Verse 5: Raekwon]
+Hey yo, hey yo
+Sendin' letters to trial, my cousin in Wendy's on Viacom
+At home it's worth money; higher dons
+Order drinks, all real niggas order your minks, yo
+We got the fitteds on lookin' all faint, daddy
+Everybody get money from now on; payday
+Flash Visas, livin' like Easter e'ryday
+Now it's, fuck Benz, rather a four-thirty
+That shit that float through water
+Eyeball come up, drop birdies, yo
+[Verse 6: Method Man, samples]
+We can eat right, or we can clap these toys
+I'm with Streetlife, ain't never been a Backstreet Boy
+Who y'all kiddin', tryna act like my shoe fittin'
+Confused with ya head up your ass like, who's shittin'?
+It's Hot Nixon, same team same position
+Battin average three-five-seven and still hittin'
+Y'all still bitchin', still lame and still chicken
+I'm still here, one leg missin' and still kickin'
+(Cause I'm haaard) Hard like a criminal
+Love like a tennis shoe, throw slugs to finish you
+It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth
+I can tell this motherfucker ain't Wu, look at his neck
+"Comin' from the 36th Chamber"
+"Bring it to 'em proper, partner"
+("Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!")
+It's Wu-Tang, rushin' your gang, crushin' the game
+Pretty thugs clutchin' they chain, handcuffin' they dame
+Who get strange, gassed up playin' with flame
+Let a nigga take off his shades, see what I'm sayin' is…
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Ya'll know the rules, we don't fuck with fools, man
+How the fuck did we get so cool, man?
+Never ever disrespect my crew
+If you fuck with Wu, we gots to fuck with you, nigga
+
+[Outro: Streetlife & samples]
+I wish a nigga will
+"Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!"
+"Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Let My Niggas Live[Intro: Skit]
+Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets
+Mindin my own business... and BAM!!
+I'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR
+That it was a mistake
+I accept that as a part of my destiny!
+Sí, es mi destino morir en la calle como un perro! Hahaha
+
+[Intro: Raekwon]
+What up kid?
+That's right, that's right
+Yo
+Aiyyo, aiyyo
+
+[Hook: Raekwon]
+Ayo let my niggas live
+We show and prove get paper
+Catch me in the caper on shrooms yo
+Let my niggas live
+We real niggas that's God-body
+Challenge anything, make major moves
+Let my niggas live
+We giants, live off the land lions
+Post with iron, no pryin rules
+Let my niggas live; aiyyo let my niggas live
+Handle your bid and kill no kids
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Millionaire feat, whole family eat
+Yo, y'all niggas is weak, got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak
+Kids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week
+Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak
+That's that fire move like Schwinns yo
+Invisible pens that write light, leave blends
+Hit with the JF Kennedy shot
+Smash with the Acapulco rifle got got, bolt off, but got clocked
+Legendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up
+Design your alphabet, reps get graded
+We in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length
+Home of Allah's ten big rooms
+So what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves
+Exotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds
+Call him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all
+Gucci jumper X-5, gettin more head
+
+[Hook: Raekwon]
+Ayo let my niggas live
+We show and prove get paper
+Catch me in the caper on shrooms yo
+Let my niggas live
+We real niggas that's God-body
+Challenge anything, make major moves
+Let my niggas live
+We giants, live off the land lions
+Post with iron, no pryin rules
+Let my niggas live; aiyyo let my niggas live
+Handle your bid and kill no kids
+[Verse 2: Nas]
+I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, "Why me?"
+Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me
+I'm God's son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey
+Rastafari irie, Haile Selassie
+Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us
+It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours
+I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands
+Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile
+There's no pots to piss in, Glocks is spittin
+Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops lookin bird shit
+Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine
+It drove lots of men to die with no name
+I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous
+Pretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus
+I'm the animal that Hugh Hefner created
+The only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas, nigga
+
+[Hook: Raekwon]
+Ayo let my niggas live
+We show and prove get paper
+Catch me in the caper on shrooms yo
+Let my niggas live
+We real niggas that's God-body
+Challenge anything, make major moves
+Let my niggas live
+We giants, live off the land lions
+Post with iron, no pryin rules
+Let my niggas live; aiyyo let my niggas live
+Handle your bid and kill no kids
+[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck]
+Roughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck
+C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec
+Block vets, pop barettas, Glocks and tecs
+You're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project
+Checkin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants
+Yellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance
+Plus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major
+Drugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor
+Semi-autos roar in the building hall
+Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall
+Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine
+In the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times
+So I live by the sword and obey hood laws
+Make my team click like high heels on wood floors
+
+[Hook: Raekwon]
+Ayo let my niggas live
+We show and prove get paper
+Catch me in the caper on shrooms yo
+Let my niggas live
+We real niggas that's God-body
+Challenge anything, make major moves
+Let my niggas live
+We giants, live off the land lions
+Post with iron, no pryin rules
+Let my niggas live; aiyyo let my niggas live
+Handle your bid and kill no kidsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The City[Unknown conversation which carries over from the last track]
+That's black? Whattup God?
+Aiyyo Shorty got beef with that nigga? Word?
+{​*blam, blam blam*}​ Oh shit!!! Yo!
+Hold the fuck up
+
+[Intro: Inspectah Deck]
+Aiyyo yo, eight niggas down (just enough)
+Fuckin around with my sound (ci-ty)
+Yo, bring backup (ci-ty)
+Fuckin with me, and mine
+Murderous, check it, yo
+
+[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
+The world is shifty, we living just enough for the city
+The rough witty Killa Bee sting just like the jiggy
+My Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone
+Labelled MIA and I send the casualties home
+In closed coffins, Wu storming like the light brigade
+Ride the wave like Frankie Avalon inside the cyber age
+Crime pays, the law's long arm be tryna strong arm
+Walking time-bombs that thrive on firearms
+The charm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster
+We told 'em to show him love and exposed the black toaster
+Composer was shook, I took your bad looks for joke
+Get your back broke, deep throat this Murder, I Wrote
+The antidote be seeking like a buried treasure
+By every measure lethally inject your whole sector
+Wanted Dead or Alive, Rebel I escapes
+Across the desert sand, leaving no footprints to trace
+Keep a war face, your place conceal the baby knives
+On the North breaks, I still shine in shady times
+[Hook: Inspectah Deck]
+We living just enough (living just enough)
+Just enough for the city (for the city)
+Just enough for the city
+
+[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
+In the jungle, I make moves like Iron Monkey
+Plots to bump me off, GOVT on the hunt for me
+We stay hungry for money drugs and guns
+Ones who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs
+Know the science be my guidance
+The facts tell, gats sell like sex and violence
+And break the project silence, a vision
+This is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison
+Before we're all goners, now embrace the world
+Before the World War explosive bomber, visionary soldier karma
+My code of honor, mind still scarred from the drama
+Trauma sent to victim, witness them run, scream in horror
+Military chopper come gun down the slum
+The outcome do or die son, it's bound to come
+Mentally aware I see truth within the square
+The future's here catch me on computer software
+Warfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official
+Issue .38 specials, that step through
+Like Nat Turner create a spectacle
+I may die in the scuffle but I'm taking 40 devils
+[Hook: Inspectah Deck]
+We livin just enough
+Just enough
+Just enough
+For the ci-ty
+
+[Outro: Inspectah Deck]
+Killa Beez, stinging MCs
+Yeahhh, WuEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Conclusion[Inspectah Deck] Yo butter butter
+[Method Man] Protect Ya Neck baby
+[Ghostface Killah] Respect due pa
+[Inspectah Deck] Peace
+[Ghostface Killah] Peace
+[Inspectah Deck] Word up Wu-Tang in the house though
+
+[Interviewer]
+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
+A lot of record promoters and a lot 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 across well in the video
+I haven't seen you live yet, I'm waitin for the chance
+But I'm pretty sure that's probably what's it like
+You know you probably 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]
+[Outro: RZA]
+You best protect ya neck
+You best protect ya neck
+You best protect ya neck
+You best protect ya neckEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) [Artwork]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+My Only One[Chorus: Steven Latorre]
+Girl you’ve got to know that you’ll always be my only one
+The only one, the only one, the only one
+‘Cause baby you’re the one
+Tonight I’m taking off so I can make time
+For the one, ’cause you’re the one, the only one
+Baby you’re the one
+
+[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
+Floor seats row five at the Barclays
+My girl's physical she wanna see Beyoncé
+Lipstick from hugging me close, it's on the collar
+Tomorrow night dear, we gonna crash the Oscars
+Shout-out to my L.A. jeweler for the chandelier 'round her neck
+Yeah, my baby's the best
+Her credit line is like RZA and 'Vines combined
+She can ride off the lot at the drop of a dime
+Rozay minks, matching Diors
+I cop that shit overseas on tours
+No makeup, when she wake up
+Sweatpants and the fat ass
+Boxed braids, watch where she laced up
+She be in the kitchen like Patti LaBelle
+With a bunch of jokes all day like Dave Chappelle
+A checkbook queen who had a manager well
+In the bedroom, she be doin' it and doin' it well
+[Chorus: Steven Latorre]
+Girl you’ve got to know that you’ll always be my only one
+The only one, the only one, the only one
+‘Cause baby you’re the one
+Tonight I’m taking off so I can make time
+For the one, ’cause you’re the one, the only one
+Baby you’re the one
+
+[Verse 2: RZA]
+Look me in my eye and lie to me again
+Tell me I'm your only lover, your best friend
+Tell me that this moment we have would never end
+Look me in my eye and lie to me again
+She had a couch in the library
+And a bed that led to a cemetery
+Yeah, shorty had money to call an Audi
+I was hard as a brick as she iPhone record me
+Put on iCloud, let TMZ report me
+Oh, what a girl, what a world she bought me
+When our lips touch, she likes it rough
+Bustin' like a rocket to the moon or bust
+This is past fascination, it's past infatuation
+This just like she was my soul aspiration
+She's the type who likes sex over masturbation
+And tonight, I'm gearing up full ejaculation
+Like...
+[Chorus: Steven Latorre]
+Girl you’ve got to know that you’ll always be my only one
+The only one, the only one, the only one
+‘Cause baby you’re the one
+Tonight I’m taking off so I can make time
+For the one, ’cause you’re the one, the only one
+Baby you’re the one
+
+[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
+You're like the early-in-the-morning spring flower that blossomed To a rich, delicate, high-pitched colorful skin tone
+Acrylic—let me gorilla it
+You think I'm feeling shit
+But if you just shit and listen to the way that I spit
+Stimulated off the way that you switch
+Illustrious wisdom
+Queen of the Seven Seas
+Why you makin' me appear to be mean?
+I speak from the root of our self-esteem
+Let me embrace that
+Holding you captive, you're so attractive
+So let me taste that
+And beat it up real good until you say cat
+You're not a hood rat
+You're from a good batch
+Your intellect reflects light that make the people unite
+You got flavor like Michelle Barack
+You're high maintenance
+And your shell is black you speak languages
+[Chorus: Steven Latorre]
+Girl you’ve got to know that you’ll always be my only one
+The only one, the only one, the only one
+‘Cause baby you’re the one
+Tonight I’m taking off so I can make time
+For the one, ’cause you’re the one, the only one
+Baby you’re the oneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Wu-Tang Forever Intro[Interlude: RZA (GZA)]
+Yo, yo one two one two, yo live in effect
+We got the king Ruler Zig-Zag-Zag Allah
+Commonly known to y'all as the RZA
+Yo before we go into side two or side B of this double CD
+Knahmsayin I want to give y'all a little announcement man
+For the last year there's been a lot of music comin out
+The shit been weak, knowhatI'msayin?
+A lot of niggas trying to take hip-hop
+And make that shit R&B, rap and bullshit yaknowhatI'msayin?
+Or make that shit funk
+Fuck that, this is MCin right here, this is hip-hop
+Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang gonna bring it to you in the purest form
+I got the GZA on my side, Killah Priest
+Sunz of Man, Royal Fam, Killarmy, Gravediggaz, 12 O'Clock
+Yo, we want to let y'all niggas know somethin man
+To my people all across the world; Japan, Europe -- knowhatI'msayin?
+Canada, knowmean -- Austria, Germany, Sweden
+Yo, this is true hip-hop you listenin to right here
+In the pure form, this ain't no R&B with a wack nigga takin the loop
+Be loopin that shit thinkin it's gonna be the sound of the culture
+YaknowhatI'msayin? (That player bullshit)
+YaknowhatI'msayin? All that player dressin up
+On this shit, actin like this some kind of fashion show man
+YaknowhatI'msayin? This is hip-hop right here
+YaknowhatI'msayin? This is lyrics, MCin
+And yo, to y'all niggas who think you going to become an MC overnight
+YaknowhatI'msayin? Better snap out that fuckin dream
+Man it takes years for this you Cat in the Hat ass rappers
+You Dr. Seuss, Mother Goose, simple minded
+(Stop runnin up on niggas with all that wack shit)
+Word up man (talking bout "you MC")
+You ain't no MC; niggas ain't made for this yaknowhatI'msayin?
+This shit was Only Built 4 Cuban Linx -- we told y'all niggas back then
+And then everybody wanted to change their motherfuckin name
+YaknowhatI'msayin? We come out with a style
+Now everybody wanna imitate our style and all you producers out there
+YaknowhatI'msayin? It's all good to show love to a nigga
+But stop bitin my shit, yaknowhatI'msayin?
+Come from your own heart with this shit
+And all y'all MC's, stop biting from my niggas
+We told ya'll niggas on the fucking Cuban Linx album
+Don't bite our shit, y'all niggas keep biting
+Yo, I'm going to tell y'all something man
+It's time for the Wu revolution right here
+To all my niggas across the world
+Raise your motherfucking fist in the air
+And get ready for the Triumph
+Cause the Gods is here to take over this shit
+Word up, peaceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Ron O’Neal[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Coach, put me in the game
+I'm for real, for them peoples tryna to put me in them chains
+Whatever the topic, let's put it in the frame
+We can even load it and cock it and put it in they brains
+I'm saying, some rappers do it for a chain
+Kill yourself, I know killers that'll do it for some change
+These veterans is slipping, they ain't doing it the same
+I don't slip, set a pick and put a shooter in your lane
+Precise, 'bout shoot them at the range
+But I ain't tryna shoot it with you rappers
+I'll just shoot it at your dame
+Y'all never should have threw me in the game
+Found a new word for weed, that was so mean
+I threw it in my name
+
+[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
+My song banging loud on the block like arms spraying
+The law hating, warring like Blacks and Caucasians
+God versus Satan, I'm laying in the dark
+With the Mossberg waiting, letting off first basing
+Slim from the cotton club washing a scrub
+Deuce high when he cruise by, spotting his love
+Hold the mic like a .38 muzzle to snub
+This flow, call it OJ blood on the glove
+Above rap, capital Gs speak on the facts
+Please believe that, meaning that I keep it a stack
+He's back, he a beast on the track
+The only time that I go soft is probably with your freak in the sack
+Feel the bass make sure he shake, murder verse, first forty-eight
+Manslaughter, nearly caught a case
+I crack heads more than base
+Stack bread when I orchestrate, that said y'all the bass
+[Hook: Nathaniel]
+No matter what the weather, we be getting our cheddar
+So we can have a better tomorrow
+Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard
+For a better tomorrow
+
+[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
+I seen niggas sniff coke through a crazy straw
+Come out they shirts sweating bullets with the Bobby Brown jaw
+Dry mouth, grinding back and forth plus he's steaming a Newport
+We all holding the torch
+Few staircase murders, some burners don't blam right
+Guns that kicked around the wall you better stand tight
+Full of X, AKs, whiling in lobbys, bulletproof PJs
+Fuck around and get spunned like the DJ
+CSI traumatized by viewing the instant replay
+SpongeBob niggas get scars nigga
+I'm off style in any section of the hood I'll pull your car nigga
+
+[Hook: Nathaniel]
+No matter what the weather, we be getting our cheddar
+So we can have a better tomorrow
+Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard
+For a better tomorrow
+
+[Bridge: Masta Killa]
+See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat
+So you rather pursue death than admit defeat
+See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat
+So you rather pursue death than admit defeat
+[Verse 4: RZA]
+I used to be so narcissistic, park the whip and spark the biscuits
+Spit hollow tipped shells at the Narcs with quickness
+Live to tell the tale cause only God's my witness
+Been a long time, change gonna come son, I'm optimistic
+I hold the steel like Ron O'Neal
+Super fly, do or die, Killah Hill, Brownsville
+Never ran, never will, yes I can, yes I will
+Put a dot upon your knot then I drill through your grill
+Like a dentist, my apprentice speaks with a vengeance
+Demented scientists count bodies inside the trenches
+That's judges off the benches, got inches for y'all wenches
+We plant those hot seeds that grow in cold winters
+
+[Hook: Nathaniel]
+No matter what the weather, we be getting our cheddar
+So we can have a better tomorrow
+Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard
+For a better tomorrow
+
+[Bridge: Masta Killa]
+See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat
+So you rather pursue death than admit defeat
+See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat
+So you rather pursue death than admit defeatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Heart Gently Weeps[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
+Shh, shh, shh, shh
+Wu, Wu, Tang, Tang
+
+[Hook: Erykah Badu]
+The joy the flowers bring me
+The pain still has me sinking
+All while my heart gently weeps
+Your smile has got me shrinking
+The tears in your eyes are twinkling
+Because the heart gently weeps
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Snowy night, fiends basing
+A raisin in the sun was amazing
+The joint on the dresser, a gauge went off
+Jumped up, fish tank, it fell, and they stuck
+They shot her cousin LaVon, he owed a buck
+Willie was awful, pulled out the ratchet, let off two
+Grits fell on his leg, Kiana ripped the cold boo'
+He violent, an Island nigga with the talent
+Of six killas who just came home, from straight wildin'
+Robbin everything in Macy's, Lacy, short haircut
+With long arms, who fuck niggas, got four babies
+Yvette jabbed her, slapped her wig off, ran in the crib
+She did the dumb shit, my nigga done clapped her
+Lester, smoked Chester sister Vest, I heard it was a mess
+They ripped the apple out her throat, blessed her
+Hungry hyenas from Medina, all A-trainers
+Who got reluct', think fast and blast for Beamers
+[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
+Yeah, yo, I brought my bitch out to Pathmark, she's pushin the cart
+Headed to aisle four, damn, I got milk on my Clark's
+That's what I get, not focusin from hittin that bark
+My mouth dried, need plenty water quick, I feel like a shark
+In the aisle, bustin them paper towels and wipin my Wally's down
+I stood up to face a barrel, he's holding a shiny pound
+It's him, he want revenge, I murdered his Uncle Tim
+I sold him a bag of dope, his wife came and copped again
+That bitch is crazy
+And, uh, she brought her baby
+She knew I had the murders a smack, it killed her man though
+Now I got his fuckin' nephew grippin' his gat
+You's a bitch
+You better kill me
+You know you booty
+You pulled your toolie out on me
+Motherfucker!
+First thought was to snatch the ratchet
+Said fuck it and fuckin grabbed it
+I ducked, he bucked twice, this nigga was fuckin laughin
+I wrestled him to the ground, tustle, scuffle, constantly kicked him
+He wouldn't let go the joint, so I fuckin bit him
+Shots was whizzin, hittin Clorox bottles
+Customers screamin, then the faggot ran out of hollows
+I had to show him what it's all about
+Next thing you read in the paper:
+"A man who came to kill gets knocked out"
+[Interlude: Erykah Badu & Method Man]
+I don't know why nobody told you
+Man's not supposed to cry
+Though we're just babies, and it's so crazy
+How tears of joy bring so much life
+Yo, ayo, yo, yo
+
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+You on your way to the store? Nigga grab me a Dutch
+I'm mad as fuck, my dude
+My count was short when I was baggin it up
+Now I need liquor, nigga pass me a cup
+What's up with Officer Brown?
+The other day, he tried to shackle me up
+He killed Kase, and now, he hassling us
+This motherfucker got balls
+Even the gall to try and patting me up
+Time to re-up, let these niggas know we back on the block
+With three hundred off a G-pack, crack in the spot
+
+[Interlude: Erykah Badu]
+I don't know why nobody told you
+A man's not supposed to cry
+Though we're just babies, and it's so crazy
+How tears of joy bring so much life
+[Hook: Erykah Badu]
+The joy the flowers bring me
+The pain still has me sinking
+All while my heart gently weeps
+Your smile has got me shrinking
+The tears in your eyes are twinkling
+Because the heart gently weeps
+
+[Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Life Changes[Intro: Method Man] + (Raekwon)
+(Yeah, yeah)
+Ayo, how much more for a fifth of Vodka? (Peace beloved)
+(Six bottles of Henny, six bottles of Henn)
+Word, word, let me get that
+Herb, yeah, yeah (bring that bucket here)
+Yeah (get some ice, man, two more bottles of Cru', man, word up)
+
+[Hook: Freda Payne sample]
+I've gone through life pretending
+That time will change the ending
+I've gone through life pretending
+That time will change the ending
+
+[Method Man]
+Peace to the God (peace, God); pour out a little liquor
+"Shame on a Nigga," I heard the reaper done came to get ya
+So I done copped a fifth of Vodka and in your honor
+I've grown this fetish for loose ladies and baby mommas
+Some say it's bad karma, what you do, man, it come back on ya
+Music got us up off them crack corners
+Now I'mma swallow this whole bottle for Ol' Dirty
+Damn, it hurts me; I hate it when brothers go early
+[Hook: Freda Payne sample]
+I've gone through life pretending
+That time will change the ending
+I've gone through life pretending
+That time will change the ending
+[Raekwon]
+Word to my son, he gon' remember you, rubbing on a statue
+In his lab, that resemble you, and what it meant to Wu
+Us forming like a family, you just blew
+You was the chess piece on the board that made us look true
+Watching your pen swish, you loved frying kingfish
+You the pearl in the ocean, I'm up on the land, pissed
+Now you moving more prestigious, me, hitting this reefer
+I know it's real, guess I slept with the Black Jesus
+[Hook: Freda Payne sample]
+I've gone through life pretending
+That time will change the ending
+I've gone through life pretending
+That time will change the ending
+
+[GZA]
+I became weak when I heard that his body expired
+It was hard for me to believe my brother retired
+Suddenly, the clock stopped and the room started spinning
+How can he walk off the field during the first inning?
+I cried like a baby on the way to his place of death
+Hate not being there the minutes before he left
+Now I'm in the booth, ten feet from where he lay dead
+I think about him on this song and what he might've said
+[Hook: Freda Payne sample]
+I've gone through life pretending
+That time will change the ending
+I've gone through life pretending
+That time will change the ending
+
+[Masta Killa]
+When I first heard the word, I needed air to clear my head
+I know you didn't say what I thought you said, my brother's dead
+You crazy, another Dirty prank to get the family cranked
+Y'all niggas shouldn't play like that
+I know how you feel, Lord, but it's real, and I still can't believe
+And my heart still grieves the loss, there's no pretending
+Ason Unique loved wine and fine women
+We singing on tour, "ooh baby, we like it raw"
+[Hook: Freda Payne sample]
+I've gone through life pretending
+That time will change the ending
+I've gone through life pretending
+That time will change the ending
+
+[Interlude: Inspectah Deck - over hook]
+Can't pretend...
+Some day it gotta come to an end
+But I'mma keep you right here dog, real close to my heart
+Yeah...
+[Inspectah Deck]
+I popped a bottle on your born day, God
+Tried hard not to cry, I still can't hide the scar
+And I still ask "why?" to God, analyzing your form
+As I stood there beside your mom
+And I share the blame, cuz you was calling for help, kid
+Should've, would've, could've, had the time, I was selfish
+I carry on your struggle, each day, it really hurts me
+I really miss you, Russell, hope you forgive me, Dirty
+[Hook: Freda Payne sample]
+I've gone through life pretending
+That time will change the ending
+I've gone through life pretending
+That time will change the ending
+
+[U-God]
+Yo, these walls I wanna crash, and put my fists through
+Shout out to Dirty, let the whole world miss you
+Reach out and kiss you in your coffin, my heart races
+I dropped tears and watch my nigga fall from greatness
+It's all wasted, flushed down the drain and
+Soon as the news hit me, I bust out with pain and
+Rivers I cried, my brother just died
+I'mma see you, my nigga, on the other side
+[Hook: Freda Payne sample]
+I've gone through life pretending
+That time will change the ending
+I've gone through life pretending
+That time will change the ending
+[RZA]
+Ah, man, how do I say goodbye?
+It's always the good ones that have to die
+It's hard to live without you, God, I shouldn't have doubted you
+When you said that The Passion of Christ was all about you
+From the God Mobile, to Linden Plaza, to Brownsville
+Florida to Ohio, to Putnam, to Park Hill
+You interrupt the Grammy's, said, "Wu for the kids"
+Took four or five shots when they rushed in the crib
+Trey-five-seven cracked ya ribs, cops shot ya whip
+You've been chased by the pigs, sold the four year bid
+Crashed cars, still came out without a scar
+They tried to keep ya free spirit trapped in a jar
+So you'll keep ya mouth shut, and not tell the world
+Who's who and what's what, and probably go nuts
+How we treat them hoes? Dirt, how we treat them hoes?
+We fuck 'em in the butt, Dirt
+[Hook: Freda Payne sample]
+I've gone through life pretending
+That time will change the ending
+I've gone through life pretending
+That time will change the ending
+
+[Freda Payne sample]
+But those mistakes behind me
+Cast shadows to remind me
+
+*gong bangs*
+*Sifu Shi Yin Ming reciting the Heart Sutra*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hollow Bones[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Ayo, ayo, ayo, high potency Thai, smoke a bag of black
+And feel the vibe, born to be wise, we form on a rise
+The corner mean five, horns in disguise, throw on your slides
+Young niggas racist, smokers is basing
+We seen the eyes laying up, playing the cut, what?
+Stay in the truck, something told me duck, folded me up
+My shoulders struck out of luck, fucked the Pradas up
+Fell in a daze like a Golotta snuff, niggas tried to body me up
+I'm in the lobby bleeding, niggas in the waiting office probably eating
+And sprinting and beefing when they heard the shots called the precinct
+And seen barber nieces beast, some niggas shot Shallah features
+And shot through his Ellesses, bent the spinal cordless creatures
+I'm gagging and flagging a cab down
+Guess who in the Benz wagon, dragging my sound down macking
+It was Dale Breedy the greedy, conniving-ass snake genie
+Cop with a bikini who murdered Tosh and Benini
+I'm feeling wheezy and I'm drained from the cheeba grieving
+Ain't even looking decent, seeing police niggas reaching
+
+[Sample]
+That splash against my hollow bones
+That rocks my...
+
+[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
+Fleeing the crime scene speeding
+Beefing leaving behind cream, not even peeping that I was leaking
+Won't see the precinct just got a recent case beaten
+Still jakes are creeping, don't blow your spot, stay the weekend
+Keep the Ruger peeling who's squealing few knew the dealings
+Keep the steel concealed in cause we got no time for feelings
+Eyes on the building guards are on the corners illing
+Million dollar block villain plotting on a killing
+Feel like, a superhero talking like a true Deniro
+They boost his ego found him broke down, reduced to zero
+Cops fill reports hoping I'll reveal my source, source
+[Sample]
+That splash against my hollow bones
+That rocks my soul
+
+[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
+Outside the check cashing, flashing, dipped in fashion
+Five cherry-faced faggots tried to cash in
+They keep laughing – Ghost, you'll get your face bashed in
+Who gave you these privileges son? Why you maxing?
+And we... fiending to take those
+Move slow, I'm hearing how you broke Rob's nose
+And I heard you keep a banging hammer, golden brass
+Diamonds embroideries that was stolen that you haven't reported, G
+Make very little noise, my shit hiccup
+Don't make this big stick up bigger, me and the boys
+I thought for a second, then chose rather than froze
+Had the Gem Star in my hand... yo, what the fuck?
+Yo, that's when I ripped Timothy, snatched and dipped
+Jumped right in back of him, had the mini axe tool, faxed him
+Shots rang off, bing-boggle-de-dum
+
+[Sample]
+[That splash against my hollow bones]
+
+[Sample: 3 Evil Masters]
+The sword it's the best weapon of all
+Two sharp edges, and a long spine
+The blade is very thin and it's easily damaged
+You remember that: the vital thing is the point
+Pay special attention to it, your life could depend on itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Y’all Been Warned[Intro: Method Man & Masta Killa]
+Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, hey
+Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up, one
+Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up
+(That's what's up)
+Eh, eh, eh
+(That's what's up)
+Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up
+Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Wu-Tang nigga, crash your crew, laugh at you
+You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two
+Hear me roar, Timbaland tree, weed galore
+MC's with gusto, y'all ain't never seen before
+El-Producto, pass that, you puff too slow
+That's what's up, yo, the kid with the buck-toothed flow
+Oh, that's Meth' Man, southpaw, I throw my left hand
+To that hardcore shit that even make the TEC jam
+Oh, my goodness, trust me, ain't nothing like some hood shit
+Gotta love my dogs, but ain't nothing like a good bitch
+Strictly, if I'm goin' down, she comin' with me
+Whole time screamin', "Oh, my God!", ain't no mystery
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Y'all been warned about them Killa Bees on the swarm
+Y'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon
+Correct me if I'm wrong, but fake thugs never last long
+Can't wait until ya fake-ass gone
+Y'all been warned about them Killa Bees on the swarm
+Y'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon, nigga
+Uh-oh, I think they're playin' our song
+Lit blunts, Clan in the front, sayin', "It's on!"
+[Verse 2: RZA]
+Try to Wu hate, duck, you could suck my…
+Watch the block get clear when I buck my…
+Boomerang darts, you can't duck my…
+No tellin' which Clan, man, you got struck by
+Chains get tucked when he walk by; hawk eye
+Arrows bein' fired from crossbow, I talk fly
+You can't Etch-A-Sketch, all my rhyme threat
+Try to bite my flow, you catch ya throat strep
+Soaked in sex, dope, you eat the cold TEC's
+Boldflex, W crown, the ice O-X
+Up in the oolie, yo, who you know?
+John Bizzi, Ghost Deini, Rollie Finger and them toolies, yo
+Stainless Bobby, boy, you have an English folly
+To try to detain the slang that we came to party
+Plus you didn't peep Irief, kid, you sleep
+I seen this heap of shit, you in steep
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Y'all been warned about them Killa Bees on the swarm
+Y'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon
+Correct me if I'm wrong, but fake thugs never last long
+Can't wait until ya fake-ass gone
+
+[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck]
+Yo, amidst the gravel, play the words of the Big Apple
+Broadcastin' live from the pits of the battle
+Wigs split and rattled, get shook out ya saddle
+You ever hear me losin,' one of y'all fix the panel
+Ask who? Wu, that's true, known piranhas
+Who knows drama? Fathers of your whole persona
+The mad doctor stay locked in the O.R. 
+In too deep, beyond reach of the sonar
+Still a vet, say my name next to hall of fame
+Hurtin' third string players, first day in the game
+It's on, son, the Killa Bee swarm come
+Make the world shake with one continuous drum
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Y'all been warned about them Killa Bees on the swarm
+Y'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon
+Correct me if I'm wrong, but fake thugs never last long
+Can't wait until ya fake-ass gone
+
+[Verse 4: Raekwon & Masta Killa]
+Wave ya gun, Killa (I got you)
+Shoot this nigga in his face for his mumblin' (I heard y'all forgot Wu)
+Wear ya crown, black down (Watch the block, too)
+Blow at y'all niggas (Blowin' at the cops, too)
+Yo, my wallets stay bulletproof, racin' in coups
+Yeah, we the realest, ultraviolet leathers on, pealin' this
+Love lookin' the illest, gorilla things
+Monster background with a history of pumpin' crack
+Yap clowns, we all real in here; strap a bomb
+On a family member, let y'all niggas know we here
+Blasted, it's like cheeba when I splashed it
+Real reefer heads'll know the meanin' of hittin' glass
+I told y'alls, against y'all, Ginsus avenge gods
+Picture me stabbin' you in the yard for R's
+Kid saw Staten, nine *Bin Ladens*
+Valours on, colourful drawers, lookin' all relaxed in
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Y'all been warned about them Killa Bees on the swarm
+Y'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon
+Correct me if I'm wrong, but fake thugs never last long
+Can't wait until ya fake-ass gone
+Y'all been warned about them Killa Bees on the swarm
+Y'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon, nigga
+Uh-oh, I think they're playin' our song
+Lit blunts, Clan in the front, sayin', "It's on!"
+[Outro: sample]
+I not begging for my own life. Just let my child be born, then I don't mind dying
+Ha, that's great kill her and his child. Ta Chi, go aheadEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Conditioner[Part I]
+
+[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard & Snoop Dogg]
+Yeah
+Huh, huh
+Yeah
+Fo' sho', fo' sho', you know that...
+Knowhatimsayin, tired of takin motherfuckin bullets for niggas and shit
+Knowhatimsayin?
+I feel you my nigga
+Catchin 45s, being chased by the government, shit like that
+I'm diggin it
+Bitches you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a nigga up
+Knowhatimsayin?
+Yeah, MC Conditioner, yeah, knowhatimsayin?
+Tired of takin motherfucking bullets for niggas and shit Catchin
+45s, being chased by the government, shit like that
+I'm diggin it
+Bitches you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a nigga up
+Knowhatimsayin ?
+
+[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur
+MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur
+MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur
+MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur
+[Interlude: Snoop Dogg]
+Yeah, yeah
+Wu-Tang Clan
+Big Snoop D O double G
+Somethin for the 2000
+
+[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Your mama name Peter, papa name Cita
+Fuck that nigga, when it come to the heater
+Be the elevator, pussy eater
+Too desperator, got shot, a hibernator
+Hit a nigga later, he got to vacate 'em
+Old Dirty corporata, splash, I'm up on the punanny flash
+Bad gas, Macintosh, the light is red
+Pee in the bed, I'm frustrated
+For 29 years, no educated
+High caded, cuz you kept it checkmated
+What a waste, I'm up in yo' face like what
+All you niggas I'm puttin you in your place
+
+[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur
+MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur
+MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur
+MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur
+[Verse 2: Snoop]
+Mr. No-Meaner, pussy ho-beater
+I keep fo' heaters when I'm dippin with my vita
+Suckers they wanna beat us, join us but we don't need 'em
+Pump 'em and defeat 'em, dump 'em, and delete 'em
+This negro right here pimps hoes
+I smoke so much dope I have ya bloody at the nose
+Since my buddy at these hoes wit a bud like a rose
+It just so happens I'm the nigga that she chose
+I flows above the rest, mos' def'
+Got you shakin yo' ass, and you throwin up yo' set
+Whatever you do, you keepin it true
+Big Dogg and ODB, I thought you knew
+Oooh, the Wu, is back up in this motherfucker
+Oooh, and Snoop, is burnin rubber on these suckers
+It's a dog day afternoon
+The Clan go bang, and the bang go boom
+How you love it, how you like it, and how you get it
+Do that damn thing and quit buillshittin wit it
+MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy is a amateur (say what)
+MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur
+
+[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur
+MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur
+MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur
+MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur
+[Part 2]
+
+[Verse: GZA]
+Yeah, pump that shit, testin
+Check, 1,2, yes, yes, yes
+Yes, yes y'all, to my niggas y'all
+To my click y'all, you can't quit y'all
+Wu-Tang bangin' that dope shit y'all
+That make you wanna roll up and smoke shit y'all
+To the beat y'all, you can't sleep y'all
+On my flow y'all niggas don't know y'all
+You see my style calm but wild
+You witness the rhyme, nothin but dimes
+The eightball murder verse, freestyle or rehearsed
+I wreck emcees whether I'm last or first
+What, what, what, what
+Hazardous dart, visual long forgotten art
+That fell apart, til the blood ran from the heart
+Pump through the street, RZA make re-break beats
+Packed seats, rapid fire raps at off track meets
+And an arm tank, high rank, heavy metal shank
+Blow 'em off the plank when they ships approach the bank
+Wu niggas rollin, throwin the first rap slogan
+Heroes of Hogan, shot up the military clothin'
+Quickly blow up, rolled up in rappers like pennies
+My brother stack tracks on the behalf of many
+With the wisdom, power of, science from experts
+Self applying that put giants in the network
+Through compact discs and televised live quotes
+We multiply our strength, on a worldwide note
+Yes, what, what
+
+[Outro: Inspectah Deck]
+Yes, yes y'all, you don't stop
+You keep on, til the break of dawn
+Ah yes, yes y'all, you don't stop
+Ah Wu-Tang known to make your body rockEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Wu-Tang Reunion[Intro: Masta Killa]
+My seeds grow and his seeds marry his seeds
+My seeds grow and his seeds marry his seeds
+That's how we keep Wu-Tang forever, baby
+
+[Verse 1: Masta Killa]
+It's good to see the Wu-Tang family under one roof
+We celebrate, toasting shots, Ciroc 40 proof
+Burgers on the grill and fried fish
+The wiz made potato salad, greens for a side-dish
+Cold water, mill and reminisce with cousins and sisters
+Children on the grass playing ball and Twister
+Fresh lemonade is made, we playing spades
+My nephews turn the living room into an arcade
+Aunt's cherry baked pie, surprise, Johnny showed up
+You can tell from the smell in the air, something rolled up
+It's love, peace and happiness, with the joy and laughter
+Camera phones flashes, the moment is captured
+
+[Bridge: The O'Jays]
+It's so nice to see all the folks you love together
+Sitting and talking 'bout all the things that's been going down
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+It's going down
+We rock all in together now, Wu-Tang forever now
+Twenty years later we still bang whatever now
+Turn change to cheddar
+If I could take a quote from Obama, change is better
+I vow to never let you down
+Remember Meth Tical?
+In my circle haters was never 'round
+I'm a boss, owe that to Kevin Lile
+Reunited, the whole world excited
+Wu-Tang is for the kids and people and girls invited
+[Hook 2: The O'Jays]
+Family reunion
+Got to have a family reunion
+Family reunion
+It's so nice to come together
+To get together
+I wish grandma could see
+The whole family
+I sure miss her face
+And her warm and tender embrace
+
+[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
+I miss my grandmother, my auntie and Unique Ason
+I knew Dirt was high when he had that face on
+Fangs hanging out his mouth, his fronts was golden
+Wilding, record execs can't control him
+He said ish like me and Mariah
+Hit me, woah-woah-woah, that's fire
+Still no matter what we gon' rep the name
+Look at your family, we got twenty years in the game
+
+[Hook 2: The O'Jays]
+A family reunion
+Gonna have a family reunion ooh, ooh
+Family reunion
+It's so nice to come together
+To get together
+[Outro: RZA]
+Aye yo
+I'd like to make a toast to my Wu-Tang family
+All over the globe
+East coast, west coast
+All my brothers in the hood keeping it good
+Peace to the Gods and Earths
+All my Latino brothers
+My Asian brothers, my Caucasian brothers
+Wu-Tang ForeverEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+In the Hood[Part 1: Intro]
+
+[Intro: "Writing Kung Fu" sample]
+The story your about to see occurred along the main trading route on the border between the North and South at a small outpost called Red Clay Village
+
+[Verse: RZA]
+What the fuck y'all, niggas, thought, huh, what you thinkin', bitch?
+Are you stupid, son? Must be stupid kid
+What the fuck is wrong? It's the Wu, bitch
+Ain't got a clue, bitch, tie your shoe, bitch
+Get the fuck back 'fore we break a f…, listen
+Tryna to tell y'all, niggas, give you a fair warnin'
+Just a chance to live so you can see your kids
+Yo, son, nah, before I split your wig
+I'd rather feed you this, but you ain't wanna eat it
+So now you got to feel it!
+
+[Part 2: In the Hood]
+
+[Intro: Masta Killa]
+Yo, what the, yo
+Let me fuck it one more time then y'all can fuck
+Y'know how we do it in the hood
+Yo, yeah, turn the mic up, yeah, yo
+
+[Verse 1: Masta Killa]
+Y'all niggas better rock y'all hoodies
+Take money, snatch jewelry in the hood
+You find the best woman lookin' good
+Diamond, she need polishin'
+In my hood all the gunshot legal
+At the same time we gotta stop killin' our people
+Keep it in the hood, niggas walk with they gun
+Keep it in the hood, that's where we come from
+I rep Brooklyn, home of the gangsta
+I know a few murderer, drug dealer
+In the hood we speak mathematics and build
+What's the total weight of the brain? Allah real
+Slang jacks and hold gats, in the hood, 80 proof
+Get my dick sucked on the rood of the projects
+Dice game in the park, blunt sessions after dark
+Movin' with the Wesson
+Welcome to the God we build and drop a lesson
+Pussy hole testin', in the hood
+Got the word from the hoodrat, shorty on the wood
+[Chorus: Suga Bang Bang]
+Murder, bad boy, you block off
+Murder, rude boy, you pop off
+Murder, nine millimeter, me say
+Murder, no time for talk, wanna
+Murder, men and dem all talk 'bout the
+Murder, Masta Killa come calm with nying
+Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying
+Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying
+Me say murder
+
+[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
+Ay yo, we boys in the hood, big bad wolves in the woods
+It ain't all good, pass the goods
+Deep in the project halls waitin' to shine
+Walk with a nine and talk with gang signs, in the hood
+Niggas put twenties on hoopties
+Four heads, one forty ounce and a loosie
+And keep dough on the flip, a hoe on the strip
+And roll dick, throw on the flip (Hood)
+Weed clouds (Pow) thick enough to block the sun
+Cops come, but thugs never drop the gun
+Understood? Far from your Hollywood
+From day one, I vowed I would keep it in the hood
+From project chicks with hips and slim waists
+From five dollar plates, apartment six-eighths
+O.G., I spit G to the young ones
+I keep it in the hood, that's where I come from
+[Chorus: Suga Bang Bang]
+Murder, bad boy, you block off
+Murder, rude boy, you pop off
+Murder, nine millimeter, me say
+Murder, no time for talk, wanna
+Murder, men and dem all talk 'bout the
+Murder, Masta Killa come calm with nying
+Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying
+Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying
+Me say murder
+
+[Verse 3: Streetlife]
+This is the place where thugs is born
+In the hood blink too long, your life is gone
+In the hood convicts still live with they moms
+And they whole family tree is tattooed on they arm
+In the hood crack fiends'll furnish a 'Llac
+In the hood African's be drivin' cabs
+In the hood, in the streets the ghetto is hot
+And the illest gangsters on the block with cops
+In the hood the ones you love'll fill you with slugs
+In the hood babies born addicted to drugs
+In the hood we make life or death decisions
+And the school system is like a minimal prison
+So you can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin'
+In the hood it ain't all good, repent or you sinnin'
+[Chorus: Suga Bang Bang]
+Murder, bad boy, you block off
+Murder, rude boy, you pop off
+Murder, nine millimeter, me say
+Murder, no time for talk, wanna
+Murder, men and dem all talk 'bout the
+Murder, Masta Killa come calm with nying
+Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying
+Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying
+Me say murder
+Murder, bad boy, you block off
+Murder, rude boy, you pop off
+Murder, nine millimeter, me say
+Murder, no time for talk, wanna
+Murder, men and dem all talk 'bout the
+Murder, Masta Killa come calm with nying
+Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying
+Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying
+Me say murderEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+40th Street Black / We Will Fight[Hook]
+We will fight till the night is done
+We will live our lives tonight as one
+We will live our lives tonight as one, one
+
+[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
+I'm a bad mother, shut your mouth
+Insanity, DVD, how I stretch 'em out
+What the stress about? INS best out
+Fact, you knew that before he left the house
+Fresh at the produce section
+Gaze at my shine like a showroom necklace
+Death wish, stepping in Deck's direction
+I'm checking niggas like test questions
+
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+Across 110th now, cross Belmont and Montauk
+Camera hawk hawks the sidewalk
+When they get to flexing muscle niggas bust you
+Hustlers do you, gave you your first toolie
+Cutting out of school to pump your first loose leaf
+Think graduate to wait, take it out of state, duct tape
+Anything of pulse and heroin
+Emcees frozen, cuban link chains are golden
+I'm owning everywhere I'm holding it up, to keep it raw
+Math here, I got 'em keep coming back for more
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+Yo, man, I'm so turned up, all the marijuana burned up
+Y'all don't want the drama, word up
+The Wu first up, the game is the world versus us
+Y'all was good 'til the world heard us
+Y'all ain't want them Clan birds up
+Y'all don't want your man served up, that'll get the fans worked up
+Homie really wanna play, stir it up
+I'ma catch me a wave, surfs up
+Gliding on the track like this, make me wanna act like this
+Make me wanna smack that trick
+Make a killer really wanna yap that kid
+If he opens up his yap that's it
+
+[Hook]
+We will fight till the night is done
+We will live our lives tonight as one
+We will live our lives tonight as one, one
+
+[Verse 4: GZA]
+Mass of minerals in a glass house
+Playing 4th the Wu neutrinos will blast out
+Letting out verbal thunder bolts
+Until the world attract old and younger folks
+Charge with the vitality of magnetism
+In large reality with massive rhythm
+The manual without technical part
+From the beginning give off an electrical spark
+[Verse 5: Cappadonna]
+I respect you if you respect me
+Everything's for real, WTC
+No fake ass shit, don't front the Remy
+Break bread, never have pockets empty
+Let's get it, flip it up then we can spend it
+The money train, Killa Beez on your brain
+W's everywhere, one on your chain
+Homeboys for life, please don't change
+You can hide at my house, it ain't no thing
+If you see the pigs, don't say jack
+Call me original, don't say cap
+I'm on the low, might be at the murder
+Holding off the place y'all cats never heard of
+Yeah, chicks wanna peep me out
+Nasty ass, want me to pee in their mouth
+But now I'm out, about to link with sticks
+
+[Hook]
+We will fight till the night is done
+We will live our lives tonight as one
+We will live our lives tonight as one, one
+
+[Verse 6: U-God]
+Bang a few notes up top, we call it beast mode
+Forget the street codes, show you like a deep throat
+It gets rougher, you suffer from the heat stroke
+Blast barrels, embrace my leaf smoke
+Park Hillians radio for back up
+Polish your act up, nigga need a back up
+Syrup in my cup, no cut, straight up
+UG's on the court, never miss a lay up
+[Verse 7: RZA]
+When the emcees came to live out their names
+Some rode the bus, some rode the train
+Some motherfuckers wish they never came
+When they met the nine swordsmen of Wu-Tang
+Nine Maseratis pulls up to this party hard
+Body, the party is filled with Godbody
+There out of shape models coming through with those bottles
+And double D's please, all eyes follow
+Pass me a bucket of ice, that's nice
+Hit with the vodka, what you say proper
+I drink with the copper, show up in a chopper
+Stop her, she wanna have a ménage à trois
+I can tell by the bra, RZA Ra-KZA-Keem is all is Allah
+Do you wish or wish upon a star? Do you wish or wish upon a star?
+
+[Hook]
+We will fight till the night is done
+We will live our lives tonight as one
+We will live our lives tonight as one, oneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Necklace[Interlude]
+Brother, I think that necklace is causing you too much trouble
+
+[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+My necklace had the whole crowd on some next shit
+The guest list full of real niggas that's hectic
+The charm piece made my niggas move like calm beasts
+Palm beats, two jostling niggas with long reach
+Keep your eyes open for them strong on thieves
+Out here looking for ice to put in they teeth
+Chain glowing shining and I'm ready for beef
+Like my nigga 2 Chainz, cappuccino from the east
+From the Wu-Tang Clan, my necklace and my heat
+Bang bang, different robe every day of the week
+2 Angels, dinner plate, fat dollar sign
+Universal flag on, nigga, I got shine
+
+[Interlude]
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+I keep my neck frozen, .45 loaded, please don't approach this
+Rope is so ferocious, diamonds that shine in oceans
+Keep you arm distant from my carats, silly rabbits
+Make me get my barrel, spazzed out and cause havoc
+Iced out Cubans, exotic stones from Africa
+This the real thing, big bling, the chain swing
+Try to swipe mines, that's a no no, the God's loco
+Jewelry truckin' fancy spend stacks upon Delancey
+Exhaust pipes coughing horse kicks
+ACP's dress up the flesh, now the crime scene's gorgeous
+My links is unbreakable, told y'all on the Purple Tape
+40 inches hang from my neck, nigga, I'm wealthy
+[Interlude]
+
+[Break during Interlude: Ghostface Killah]
+Why you say that?
+It's real, kill a nigga for this shit
+Aha, yo relax sis
+
+[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
+Dinner plates rings, smothered in 2 pounds of dope
+Eric B on the cut when it blings
+Scrubbin' chain down in Colgate, double edged bangers
+On they hips I wait in the jaw break
+The snakes and the violators, Dracula style takers
+We got a bunch of gold balls, but we ain't the Lakers
+Hey bitches, stay lickin' my necklace
+And I ain't even put the dumb bitch in the guest list
+That's what you get when you throwin' on Cuban's
+Drawers that's made from silk, a robe and a Ruger
+Crack heads catchin' a sweet vix on a scooter
+Catch me for my chain, it belongs on a shooter
+Lucky my shit blow like a horn on a tuba
+You might as well do me now cause I will do ya
+
+[Interlude]
+
+[Verse 4: GZA]
+God-Cipher-Love-Divine in math 79
+Bright yellow and dense in its gift and shine
+Still the same when exposed to air and water
+Like when amongst thieves you  travellin' across the border
+The brink of the metal link when in transition remains solid
+The message was lost in transmission
+That's often in a free elemental form
+Nuggets and grains and rocks and things that's norm
+Malleable ductile metal on many levels
+Get you shot for a Flintstone, killed for a pebble
+Lieutenants and Generals move with criminals
+The pride for all in line, they hunt for mineral
+The scope is on the rope, claws on the table
+Brass knuckle, knees buckle, legs unstable
+And it's sold by the weight
+Shaped into a plate with food on it
+The hungry wolves lie in wait
+[Interlude]
+
+[Outro skit]
+Tu Tin-To. So you're the tigers of Tinan, bastard, you're gonna pay for this, you'll die here. I'll use the tiger strike to kill you all. I'll show you the three different strokes. Forest Tiger! Win Tiger, Winmau Tiger!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Miracle[Hook: Tyler Diggs and Tatum Miranda] (x2)
+If a miracle could save us from
+The travesty that we've become
+If a million sons would stand as one
+We will overcome, overcome
+
+[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
+The whole world trippin', listen it's still a cold world
+The other day I had to bury my homegirl
+Wrong place, caught one in her face
+Plus her man's on the run and couldn't come to the wake
+For Heaven's sake, you pray God open the gate
+In this modern day Sodom, that's their only escape
+10 year olds are cold, no, they don't hesitate
+2 up a G pack, he chose the whole 8
+Catch a 5 to 10 sellin' 5's and 10's
+And the police informer was your childhood friend
+In the real world, gotta hustle for your dream
+Extend your clips, fit the muzzle with the beam
+For the love of cream, it's nothin' but routine
+Swing on the judge, take a couple for the team
+He's the young Capone, he grew up in a drug home
+Stranded on the Ave with a blunt and his gun shown
+
+[Hook: Tyler Diggs and Tatum Miranda]
+If a miracle could save us from
+The travesty that we've become
+If a million sons would stand as one
+We will overcome, overcome
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+A live scene theme from a Godfather saga
+A Martin Scorsese classic and I'm the author
+Drama at the opera, crime story novel
+Tuxedo suit and silencer on the nozzle
+Meeting place scheduled at the Broadway musical
+Bravo, we arrive in bulletproof limo
+Shotgun, the underboss of our main source
+Of interest, the black widow cocaine empress
+A princess rich from her family's inheritance
+Now let's talk business, begin by addressin' the bricks
+That was missin' in the last shipment
+At first, everything nice, everything routine
+Jocks lining up the food, we blessed him with the cream
+But on this day he wasn't ready and my God sense keen
+I noticed that his normal firm handshake shook
+It wasn't steady when he squeezed
+
+[Hook: Tyler Diggs and Tatum Miranda]
+If a miracle could save us from
+The travesty that we've become
+If a million sons would stand as one
+We will overcome, overcome
+
+[Verse 3: Raekwon]
+He went from prince to a king out of a life of rubbish
+Wearin' tailor-made suits, Sky Dwellers and clusters
+To perfection, rags to riches, the evil's done influenced
+That pushed him off the edge, they said the greed made him do it
+You're my right hand, damn, he fucked the trust up
+It's ruined, niggas caught him slidin' on his belly
+I'm grippin' on my hammer with the silencer twisted
+Contemplatin' murder now, I'm 'bout to swerve on my biscuit
+But it's my man at the same time, I don't wanna do him
+He violated, broke a major code, bar what you stealin' now
+It's over, in the falls of Niagara, he was soakin'
+With a shell case stuck in his head, they found him floatin'
+[Hook: Tyler Diggs and Tatum Miranda]
+If a miracle could save us from
+The travesty that we've become
+If a million sons would stand as one
+We will overcome, overcome
+
+[Verse 4: Ghostface Killah]
+Allah let me lay in your arms
+Hold me like a newborn
+Sing to me the most sweetest song
+The exalted, the most benevolent
+The knower of all
+Keep me safe 'till I return back to your residence
+This Earth, my place of birth
+As time went through the ages it got worse
+Sicknesses, beheadings in Syria
+Ebola's killin' my people, it's gettin' scarier
+Most foods ain't even real, the chip is here
+Deadly fluids bein' released, contracted through air
+Dear God, it been a minute since I cried out
+Since mama died, I never wild out
+We need help like the phone's 'bout to die out
+Can you hear me? Can you hear me now?
+We need a miracle
+Destroy the FDA for holdin' back cures
+So they can get paid
+[Hook: Tyler Diggs and Tatum Miranda]
+If a miracle could save us from
+The travesty that we've become
+If a million sons would stand as one
+We will overcome, overcomeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Campfire[Intro: Sample]
+Today I'll talk about kindness
+Justice, faith, and kindness
+I want you to listen carefully
+Kindness and faith are the foundation
+Without them, we can't become good people
+And with justice, we know we can lead a good life
+And how can I be a good man then, eh?
+Huh... well, first of all, you have to practice honesty, hmm?
+Keep your temper, never lose control of yourself
+Keep control; be patient
+If you learn to do these things, you can master anything
+
+[Hook: The Persuasions (sample)]
+Out of nowhere, there came a caravan
+This was around a campfire light
+A lovely woman in motion
+Her hair was as dark, as the night
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Cruising on the interstate, just follow while I innovate
+Too many try and imitate, medallion like a dinner plate
+Front and get your dinner ate, chinchilla for the winter, wait
+I'm tryna bring the sexy back like Timbaland and Timberlake
+Spittin like a calico, kush from a Cali ho
+Tell that joker "tally ho," put shots in that Denali yo
+RZA, you know how we go, on them 20's, that's how we roll
+And I don't eat berries but eat a Berry like Halle though
+The game criminal, my, my chain figaro
+My, my dame's pigeon-toed, I'm still the same nigga though
+Uh, still rock a fitted low, still got a wicked flow
+And I'm like Barry Bonds on anything that RZA throw
+[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
+On anything that RZA throw, Ironman's invisible
+I left my chick for cheatin on me, now that bitch is miserable
+Poppin bottles, paintin hella Wallas on my physical
+We gon' have a ball, might as well pick a testicle
+Purple haze, vegetables, smoke a nigga like a bowl
+Fuck a coma, now the state you layin is a vegetable
+You wanna see me? Like you ain't checkable?
+You like a CD, I burn you and I wrecked a few
+
+[Hook: The Persuasions (sample)]
+Out of nowhere, there came a caravan
+This was around a campfire light
+A lovely woman in motion
+Her hair was as dark, as the night
+
+[Interlude: Sample (over hook)]
+Only God has leapt into avenged mind
+And can distinguish good from evil
+Hahahaha (Ayo, Cappa!)
+
+[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
+We gotta get more cake together, so we could branch out
+Preserve land, get a boat and a ranch house
+Call me a dreamer, but I hustle for real
+You thought that I fell off but now I'm attackin the field
+All in Chicago, grindin, puttin it down
+Crush blocks of MC's, I ain't playin around
+Yo you heard me on The Bassment, givin it to 'em
+Fake dudes hidin theyself, but I could see through 'em
+Diggler, what? I'm tryin to live and raise kids
+While you throwin up ya sign, I'm layin 'em down kid
+Plus I'm back home now, doin my thing
+Thirty dollars to Medina just to cop me a ring
+[Hook: The Persuasions (sample)]
+Out of nowhere, there came a caravan
+This was around a campfire light
+A lovely woman in motion
+Her hair was as dark, as the night
+
+[Outro: Sample (over hook)]
+A good friend holds his drink
+Bad company makes bad wine!
+Drinking among friends
+Red wine means a good life
+A few drinks bring comfort
+Two drinks are enough!
+Money can't buy courage!
+Riches mean nothing to us!
+Brilliant, a display of geniusEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Diesel[Intro: Raekwon]
+So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats
+On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up
+Word up, never stop your goals man, yaknowhatI'msayin?
+(For real baby)
+And, yo son, on the real I'ma get a sneaker just like y'all
+
+[Ol Dirty Bastard (also talking in the background in parenthesis]
+I need help (Because the black man is God)
+The government is after me (And the worst is, black man is the Devil)
+I need help (So this is to bring everything in the)
+Someone help me please (universe within the light)
+Someone help me! (Understanding)
+They already did 2Pac (My children, all six billion humans)
+Biggie Smalls (on the planet Earth)
+Someone help me! (Regardless of who or what, I love you)
+Someone help me please! (Word is bond, I love you)
+
+Ahh! I'mma groupie for life, about nine wife
+All the babies are mine, save a child life
+No more doctors deliverin my babies
+Stick in pins killing me slowly
+To the President you say I'm a welfare fraud
+You motherfucking right! Let's burn this dark house white!
+Insecure about my ding-dong, married to Babylon
+My queen lookin at me like a pawn!
+[Raekwon]
+Splash the worst rehearse a verse Flashdance on the universe
+Televise the work Network Shop till your neck hurt
+What up Dirt? Nine diagram phoenix on your sweatshirt
+Thirty-thousand went berserk, it's like clockwork
+Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
+Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
+French cut, gleaming in the Benz truck, what up?
+Telling my mens what? Ten times platinum and we ends up
+Draped out, jumpin out a cake, now throw your tape out
+Furniture style, holdin the mic we got it laid out
+Mind iodine Einstein remind mine
+People swam nine didn't know they own kind wrong time
+Denim rap, competition quick, handle that
+Sucking the jim hat, perverting on my raps'll get you slidapped
+Mix drink Cuban Link lizink, flip a to zinc
+Plus, expensive like a Roman mink, now think
+
+[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+An ugly thirty-six chamber degree, what, you wanna rhyme?
+Deep bring 600 ABC through the love white hate line
+I'm telling you tornado, 42 billion thought travel
+The year 90's parallel, controls to the wakes
+I dick womb and stomach swell, my borough is dark
+Many lights UFO kites, Benjamin Franklin got it right
+Abraham I stuck your cherry tree
+Your white head came out my black pussy
+I ran Rip Van Winkle on all fours
+Mountains twinkle twinkle star, Tarzan in a jar
+And then came out Jane Flintstone in my gravel pit
+[Method Man]
+Kill the chatterin, niggas bust shots, keep em scatterin
+Blood splatterin, on point like a javelin
+Fuck battlin, you cats is only good for babblin
+Imaginin yourself, as the God space travellin
+Round the seven rings of Saturn
+Got my sword plus the Abbot in the chamber, nine in the clip
+At the gatherin, we left you staggerin, yo it had to been
+Hot Nickel, who broke bread, at the Vatican
+Stick a pin, in a citizen, mental food, got us diggin in
+My compliments to the chef
+M-E-TH like amphatimens, yes stick it to the veteran
+Blaow blaow! Blown to death, take your medicines
+I put the sick in your mu-sick with Osirus
+Bound to blow like a bad sinus
+
+[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Stay up at night don't sleep on your morn
+Rest in the day because it's sunlight
+Reverse thought psychology
+
+[RZA]
+Child wild adventures walk trillions of square inches
+Ten percentage try to drain me of my mental strengthage
+Heavy wattage knowledge cleans blood clottage, and retardage
+I refine the garbage logic exterminate your cottage
+[U-God]
+Thirty-six anger, dirty language is the stranger
+The mangler, the honor roll singer righteous finger
+When we shine-a, we always find a never minor major
+Hard to spot we dangerous with our behavior
+
+[RZA]
+Australian Venezuelan illegal aliens
+Chameleons all catch the feelings we revealing
+Killer bee keep your mind at ease, lay back like Adam fuckin Eve
+Four thousand years in the garden, puffin trees
+
+[U-God]
+I aim slang I maintain, through the main vein
+The answer came clever, when we do greatness through trial and error
+Mile of terror motor mouth, let the odour out
+Fuming greater, the temper in my spine huminator
+The super grass childish blast sleepy eye stash
+The hashish masterpiece, Osirus is the virus
+This split second splash, severe drop is near pop
+There's falling teardrops, now is it worth your career?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Jah World[Intro: Junior Reid]
+Him speaketh in tongues into the hearts of all flesh
+Yeah stanyoi
+Whoi
+
+[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
+Oh God, I beg for forgiveness
+So help me Lord, yes I beg for forgiveness
+Deep in my heart, please, I'm crying for forgiveness
+Allah U Akbar, I fall to my knees for forgiveness
+Branded by the steel iron, bullets flying
+Ladies being hit through wickedness, I'm losing my grip
+I thought we lived by the books, The Bible, Qu'ran
+We pick cotton, my back is still hot and dark and
+They threw burners in our babies' faces
+Pale hands that looked scary touched our bodies in the strangest places
+Sweat from the white man's head
+Fell on our daughters as she cried, giving white man head
+Almighty, alrighty, niggas is screwing
+God won't you tell me why these ho niggas is screwing?
+I'm sorry father, sacrifice me, leave me wife
+Sacrifice me twice, so my kids can see paradise...
+
+[Chorus: Junior Reid]
+So we heed our God king Selassie I, Jehovah God, Jah Rastafari
+Who is seated in Zion and reigneth in all
+In the hearts of all flesh - whoa wow
+Let my task oh Jah with them that strive with me
+Fight against them - whoa wow
+That fight against me - whoa wow
+Take hold thy shield and rock and stand up for my health
+Oh Jah, oh Jah, only you can comfort me
+La la la, la la la la la, la la la la
+La la la whoi stand out
+[Verse 2: RZA]
+Curse to the wicked snakes who try to snatch the truth away
+Cursed be the ones who try to take our youth away
+Peace to the black, the brown, the red, yellow, and white seed
+We don't discriminate man over color, creed
+They tried to snatch up our beats, son, and steal our culture
+And German Catholics, whitewashing Roman sculptures
+How dare you try to deny Allah's intelligence?
+Kidnap the truth, and destroying the black evidence
+
+[Chorus: Junior Reid]
+Glory be to the Father
+Glory be to the Son (Glory be to the Holy One)
+Glory be to the Holy One
+The holder of creation whoi
+As Jah was in the beginning is now and forever shall be
+Jah world... Jah world without end whoi
+So we heed our God king Selassie I, Jahova God, Jah Rastafari
+Who is seated in Zion and reigneth in the hearts of
+In the hearts of all flesh whoiEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Black Shampoo[Intro: U-God]
+Hard days of work
+You had a hard day at work baby
+I want you to sit down, relax
+While I soak you in my mentals
+Back-rub style, watch this, yo, yo
+
+[Verse: U-God]
+Massage, peppermint oil, shampoo and pears
+Cinnamon, aloe, natural for you hair
+Soak lavender soap, coconut conditioning
+Honey lather, blood flowing, love listening
+Motion lotion, breeze, over the ocean
+Lovers, bath crystals, lovers sponge scrubbers
+Hot milk bath, steam shower rubbin
+Diesel splash, long lovin in your oven
+Bake it off, break it off 'til it gets soft
+Passion fruit, pussy cat, want to touch it off
+In and out, fragrance patience, Hershey's Kisses, Guinness Stout
+Stress reliever soak your feet, air them out
+Brain message, think about pink
+Stress relieving, no dishes in the sink
+Upper lower, left, right, neck don't play
+Back rub, Calgon, take me away
+Waterfall beads, streams, plush and lavish
+Comfort me through all the damn madness
+Night breeze at sea, sipping tea
+You and your queen melodies, and trees, 85 degrees
+Jet skis breeze...
+Sprinkle water on chocolate, butter scotch flowers
+Vapor action, tropical sunshower
+Baby powder, relax, feel for an hour
+Sand suntan, snuggled up snug
+Snowey days, fireplace, oriental rug
+Thugs, lay on the couch, pull it out, perfect balance
+Chemical stimuli, two tokes off the chalace
+Complete silence, what surround us
+Whats the finest, wrapped in cold sheets
+Vanilla apple heat, flutes play jazz music, puffy pillow suites
+Breakfast in bed, early morning sun treats
+Sunset level, suprise sunrise, sail
+Lay on the couch, while I clip your toenails
+Dreams of peaches and cream steam secret spells
+Soft spoken gospel, Barry White acapell
+Violin, good medicine, sound swell
+Sunshine life, love right without the hell
+Taste sugar, quiet storm, seasick
+Slowdance drink, like nights over Egypt
+Having, stabbing, calm chilling now we rolling
+Company, ice cream licking now we holding
+Gentle force, warm tingle of the golden
+Open loose, ice cubes, kiss your belly
+Alcohol, palm trees, peanut butter jelly
+Almond twirl, fantastic melodies
+Soon, taste these spoons
+Wiping me with toon, fly wine, quiet storm
+Now it's high noon, raspberry spices
+Cherry breath, drink from the mountain, sip the very best
+Sounds of the shore, every winter is a war
+Paradise life, recipe now pour
+Musicness, model, gentle mental
+Wash away your sorrow, Fantasy Island
+Put the message in the bottle
+Carry you through, the threshold, do my duty
+Happy ending, go to rest Sleeping Beauty
+[Outro: U-God]
+Yo, this is that body shop shit
+Love love slam
+Edible underwear, champagne, bubble bath
+Heavy smack on that ass like that
+Know what I mean?
+Massaging these melodies
+Put that gangsta shit on the shelf
+Blow winds, blow, through your hair
+Sea breeze sticks and shit
+Right right
+
+[Method Man]
+When you're around boo
+Come and chop this mother fucking beat you stank-ass trickEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Tim Westwood freestyle[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Still living by the code too many pretty women still living by the...
+I'm just tryna get a meal
+When I started rhyming wasn't tryna get a deal
+I was tryna get a feel
+Homicide housing bodies lying in the Hill
+Man they nothing with me dying in the field
+Especially when I'm tryna pay the bills
+A lot of y'all relying on the steel
+And see the court denying your appeal
+If y'all don't know, nothing you better know its real
+If it work like a workshop better know the drill
+I'm past childish games, y'all just tryna take me outta my game
+And calling my black women out of their name
+I'm serious stay out of my brain
+Understanding my slangs, Fast and Furious, stay out of my lane
+Boy I'm hot, kids be calling me Blaze
+In the industry I'm not, they be calling me slave
+I ain't tryna burn the spot, but I'm setting my ways
+I'm just a Product of the block and the city I'm raised
+I'm still living by the code
+Too many pretty women still living by the stroll
+Daddy pimping them for dough
+Early in the morning cops kicking in the do'
+Man I Think somebody's snitching on the low
+I caught my father sniffing on that snow
+That's when he tried to tell me things are different than before
+Kids don't listen any mo', that's fo' sho'
+We used to ask permission from my fo'
+Ain't no food up in the kitchen cause we broke
+I ain't tryna miss Another, meal cause love it get you killed
+And if it don\t your baby mother will
+But y'all ain't recognizing that is, real
+Until that undercover pulls his shield
+And now it's kinda late to cut the deal
+So I ain't gotta tell you how I feel
+While I'm tryna get my pockets stuffed with hundred dollar bills
+I should've went to school and get a skill
+But it wasn't in my future so I stealed
+That's why I got this Ruger in ya' grill
+[Verse 2: U-God]
+Cracker treasure chest is one of the best
+Now, feel the force of the full Court press
+I apply to kiss the death, something for real the realness
+Untouchable, Eliot Ness, you select of vet
+Take me off the bench, I suppose to lynch,¨
+The angel in the air you can smell my stench
+Soldiers in the trench, moving east to west
+I gave you a note, you can keep the rest
+RIP the whole coast when I heat the flesh
+At the Greek fest, hit a couple of bars
+Smash rips on strips like bumber cars
+You're amongst the odds, with lies in the pelly
+The baby, nine, the size of a celly
+Now it's a dilemma like Nelly and Kelly
+Milk Pirelli Tower when I peel it in a hurry with a fist of fury
+Martini with a cherry is very necessary
+When I make it to the top I'ma pop Halle Berry
+Staten Island fairy where the legends were made
+In the staircase throw a rap grenade
+Take it back in the day, get clapped for your chain
+"F" the blood bath it will be half of the pain
+He is a high grand bullet women call him daddy
+Fish tank shoes jump out the Caddy
+Grand finale yo the champ is here
+The cameras glare under the chandelier
+While you standing there, like you can hold it down
+It's nine of us all of us rock the crown
+Tear it down down to the last compound
+New York mixed with a Compton style
+Go bonkers wild, on the stomping ground
+Lay down the carpet when I'm walking the isle
+Then Telephone Keenah keep stalking the child
+Four misdemeanor now I'm going to trial
+So secluded in exile like my sex while
+Private jet style who's the livest vet now
+Pass me a wet towel don't get vexed now
+I ring it your chest when I let my tech growl
+[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
+We used to rock um, leather gooses
+With sheep skin coats and bombers
+British Walkers, sharp skinned tailor made
+Playboys black suede, three finger rings, name plate rope chains
+BVD nylon, Gazelle frames and matching with the Kangol hat
+You couldn't have it, brother might snatch it
+Flashback 1-90e with the mock neck
+Lee suit 25 nickels we shh
+Fresh blue on white Puma with the track Nike
+Shell toe Adidas with the fatter no laces
+Late night summer time jam we in the park
+Allah Math cutting, DJ spitting his dart
+Sergio Tacchini brown suede ballet
+Jay cross town to Delancey, jew the jew down
+Fresh leather winter weather, maxima spoiler kit
+Legendary deuce flicks, Slick Rick
+Run DMC, Jam master Jay
+Wu-Tang Clan, Scott La Rock, KRS-ONE
+Peace to like Pun
+I had a Jaz-O tape, me and my crew
+Walk the avenue sky was blue half past two
+It's the Cold Crush Moe Dee, Treacherous Three
+Spoonie Gee, Busy 'Killa' Bee, yeah yeah
+See crack never kept him high longer than five minutes
+Wallabee Clarks of course, silk and linen
+Jumbos two for five come and get it
+Mamma cries tears of fear when I was wilding son
+Please don't wear that, people are getting killed for that
+Latin Quarter, Union Square, you had to be there
+The Fever, MC glory
+Ripping the armory, this is hip hop to me
+And for all of y'all, this is Wu-Tang Clan
+Signing off, you know how we do forever
+[Verse 4: Method man]
+Ay yo I gotta be around this music it's therapeutic
+Lick my first  blunt off the day then start the movement
+I'm chilling in a room with a view
+There's always room for improvement
+So I grab my coat and go and prove it
+It's me against the world, you can find me in the streets
+You don't spot me in the lobby probably find me in a freak
+Cop Ferraris, the law be in the lining of my seats
+Tryna put me in a line up till I wind up in a beast
+That's the belly, how dare they tryna tell me when to eat?
+With this plate of food barely in my reach
+My team shoot dice, we used to shoot skelly in the streets
+Wore the same Pelle Pelle for a week
+But now we live the life, its such a good Life
+I wish that I could live it twice
+I'll probably make the same wiz my wife
+It's Wu-Tang Clan always collect cheddar
+Proper education always correct error
+[Verse 5: Method man]
+Crime scene, coppers and sirens helicopters
+High beam the tension is Rising
+Fiends keeping they pipes Clean
+This is what life's mean?
+A dollar and a dream everybody wants nice things
+The kid was only 19, hole in his chest now, he's fighting
+For his last breath to seeing death is frightening
+The grip on the ghetto is tightening
+You try to do the right thing, and they do you just like King
+Now I can hear the night scream sirens and light beams
+[?] bad shots, hitting people that they didn't mean to pop
+The neighborhood's in shock, block extremely hot
+Another black teen shot is a normal routine for cops
+They should've got good grades, work the minimum wage
+Now they lying on the stretcher with nothing in them to save
+Keep it ghetto, and whatever ghetto you at
+Just don't love the ghetto, cause the ghetto don't love you back
+
+[Verse 6: Masta killa]
+Gotta be around this music it's therapeutic
+First fresh thought to tell you so clear
+When I'm Walking my head, there's a voice that talks
+In my ear, I can hear it so clear (you think I'm bugging right)
+
+[Verse 7: U-God]
+The average man, wouldn't last that long
+She like to work out run Marathons
+She wear, tight skirts with no panties on
+She's a 6 foot 1 bronze amazon
+Saying, complaining about all the good men is gone
+I'm from Babylon she reach the [?]
+Holding jails in the nail salons
+She rock Coco Chanel her smell was strong
+With skin like velvet, she rocked my bags
+She gave, no shhhh, sipping long [?]
+She a spread eagle at the tip of the bed
+She rubbed on her legs this is what I said
+Rap music is therapeutic to me
+Rap music is therapeutic to me
+
+[Verse 8: Method Man]
+Ay yo you ain't lived 'till you made your first million
+And top models wanna pop out yo Children
+I thought I told you Wu-Tang is for the Children
+Way Before rap moving crack in your building
+Yeah, now what's the price of rice in China
+These women tryna raise the price of her vagina
+Me, I'm tryna live and get the grinder
+Like Diddy, but I ain't tryna give the Shyne up
+Pop pop pop off no question
+See Ol' Dirty like it raw no protection
+When the kid hold court no objections
+Meth needs his Money out the door no exception
+I go hard in the paint on a rapper
+I go harder on a Xanax and Viagra
+You think I'm tripping, aiming the trick and
+But keep a snow Bunny in the kitchen I'm the master like KillaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+One Blood Under W[Intro: Junior Reid]
+Modern vampires of the city, hunting blood
+Blood, blood, blood
+You coulda from Rema, or ya come from Jungle
+You coulda come from Fire House or
+You come from Tower Hill
+One blood, one blood, one blood
+
+[Verse 1: Masta Killa]
+I was rollin, showin my age, unshaven
+Rugged with my Timberland boots that paid
+I walk with a slight lean from the weight of my heat
+Givin a green to shine infra-red beam
+At the street traffic light recorders
+Takin pictures of our corners
+Cameras on the side of the buildings, we destroy 'em
+The Chameleon throws cream to children, out the window
+We movin in unmarked vans, disguised as a light tan
+With plastic faces and rubber hands
+Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim
+How dare you call the Gods in vain
+Not knowin the seriousness of this and why I came
+To Earth, feet first
+I dare you lion tame to the beat of the drum
+No questionin to the session, I walk with gun
+The magnum'll bust his head from many directions unknown
+Another statistic, change the ballistics
+On the nozzle, make em goggle and swallow
+Scrape the craters of the brain for data
+Old scriptures on withered paper
+Beginnin take shape and form
+When the Gods get on it and crash your college dorm
+[Hook: Junior Reid]
+You coulda come from uptown, or you come from downtown
+You coulda come from outta town, or you come from 'round town
+One blood, one blood, one blood
+The fussing and fighting
+The tribal war, racial war
+Cause blood, blood
+
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+Now verse 2, even more deadly than the first
+Unrehearsed raw footage part 2 for you
+I give this dedication, project elimination
+Here's a burnt offering, nothing up my sleeve
+I'm just vanishin with the vanishin cream
+Here's jewels to live by
+Identify before you enter and can't leave with weed
+Fuck that, we waste no time in search of those who can't breathe
+A bomb only has one time to explode
+When I break I'm takin everything
+Turn the city streets to Dusty Rhodes
+Behold this return of the Invincible Tone
+Rude like Governor Tuse and King Toustume
+Who gave the order to bust 'em?
+Don't ask this is Genuine Draft
+Blueprint ultimate legit sting international, stone love classical
+Comin back, to attack in black fatigue
+Wu-Tang and Junior Reid
+[Bridge: Junior Reid]
+You coulda come from Lebanon, or ya come from Iran
+You coulda come from China, or ya come from Japan
+One blooood, one blooood, one blooood
+
+[Hook: Junior Reid]
+You coulda come from uptown, or ya come from down sout'
+You coulda come from outta town, or ya come from ‘round town
+One bloood, one blooood, one blooood
+The fussing and fighting
+Tribal war, racial war
+Cause bloood, blooood, bloood
+
+[Outro: Junior Reid]
+Mothers fighting daughters every day
+Fathers fighting sons
+Sisters hating sisters
+Rappers getting murdered, every day
+You coulda come from Lima, or come from Georgia
+You coulda come fire outside or come from Hawaii
+One bloood, one blooood, one bloooood
+You coulda come from Brook-a-lyn, or you come from Bronx
+You coulda come from queens, or ya come from Jersey
+One bloood, one bloood, one bloood
+You coulda come from Long Island, or ya come from Philly
+You coulda from Canada, or ya from from over south
+One bloood, one bloood, one blooodEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Once Upon a Time in Shaolin (Excerpt)Unearthed by [Zack O'Malley Greenburg]
+
+[Produced by Cilvaringz]
+
+[Ghostface Killah]
+I saw niggas cough up blood when they hiccup
+Hole in their stomach comin' back from a stick up
+If you don't make it you can keep your half of the bread
+I'm not playin' with you bruh, you halfway dead
+If it was me, you'd probably say the same shit
+Crack the drugs probably wouldn't get a rag to cover my shit
+I'm just bein' honest Lord
+It's $400,000 for the four of us
+What's up with ya'lls
+Damn Tone leave em alone
+Shut the fuck up be quiet before I go in your bag
+Then I'm gonna come up
+You know how I do I get busy
+If you can get through this near death shit I throw 'em the extra 50
+
+[Cher]
+Wu-Tang baby
+They rock the worldEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Felt[Intro: RZA]
+Feelings. The emotional side of a man, woman or a child's character. A response or tendency to respond. A belief, which can be vague, illogical, but mostly, irrational
+
+[Verse 1: Masta Killa]
+I never gave a fuck on how the next nigga felt
+I rocked a heavyweight belt cause that's the way I felt
+Still feel, so inspired to write a rhyme that's ultimately
+No other emcee could get with me, is way I felt
+Don't forget the first time you heard me rhyme the way
+The first time you heard "Protect Ya Neck", the way you felt
+Like no other hip hop record ever made you felt
+Cards dealt, played my handle, when no matter how I felt
+
+[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
+Every time we touch the mic, you know our lyrics is felt
+Worldwide, live, polaroid shit, all my homies is
+And we ride out to all of our music is
+Yeah, we gets busy, teach the youth  because we know how it felt
+Give em Knowledge of self expressing in a way that it's felt
+So each and every person to recognize what they felt
+Watch your mind state because the evil could be felt
+You never know, how when I first came out, how my brothers felt
+I've been going through it, plus a lot of deep pain was felt
+We would last for a night, but a better tomorrow
+
+[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
+I felt the angel of death breathe
+When I felt the four fifths something told me squeeze
+I felt like it was the end of a dynasty
+Like I was fighting a clique of five Chinese thieves
+Karate slippers with slip on's so I kept slippin'
+The floor was too smooth felt like I couldn't catch a grip in
+Felt like Dragonfly Jones, was Dragonfly Tone
+So I kept spitting, woke up when I heard the phone
+[Verse 4: Method Man]
+I never gave a what on how the next rapper felt
+I take that rapper's belt myself, I feel how Cappa felt
+I don't really need help, use a sharpie, don't need the felt
+Marker, walk on water, I see how Jesus felt
+No rhyme or reason, just bleeding, my every breathing's felt
+This about a thesis that even paraplegics felt
+These boys ain't needing, they barely breathing, believe it, seen it
+Till you got cheated, you couldn't tell me how cheating felt
+I'm not a failure, I couldn't tell ya how losing felt
+Might not have nailed her, but I can tell ya how spooning felt
+Remember when you first heard the rap and the way it felt
+I burned the track with a murder rap and I know it's felt
+
+[Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Redbull[Verse 1: Redman]
+RZA came and got me, this what I came to do, come on
+Ring the bell so it's time to eat
+Brick Dog stash weed inta AMI-seats
+Bomb inside the palm
+Doc rock a wifebeater with me beatin my wife ass ironed on
+The front with my pump built like the Klumps
+To carry it I take the spare out the trunk
+I stay hungry, I ain't worked for days
+That's why you see the pump when the curtains raise
+Blast! Don't panic
+Do I gotta explain how I tame and lock the rapgame single-handed?
+Hell nah! I won't tell you son
+If I find a wack idea I sell you one
+Doc and Hot Nick, Inspectah
+My lecture's like Hannibal Lector's
+Where's the ketchup?
+Don't speak on it, shut ya trap
+I see ya whole crew yellow like mustardpacks
+Ah woo, Doc in my own zone
+You say you got the rapgames sewn, but it's sewn wrong
+I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softee truck
+Then pull a mac out a box of snow cones
+Yeah, ya little fucks
+Gimme ya fucking money!
+*Shout-outs from Raekwon and Ghostface*
+
+[verse 2: Method Man]
+Uhuh, check it
+I'm hotter than a hundred degrees with my coat on
+Playing with a dynamitestick, where did I go wrong?
+Somebody pull the fire along when Jonny stomp
+If ya lukewarm leavin ya clothes and boots torn
+Pro's and con's, megabomb's and so-on's
+By arid actions try MC's to get their roll on
+First issue got issues
+What is hip-hop to Hot Nickles?
+It's like Funk Doc to snot tissues, word
+Look at my hand and get the third
+Finger out ya earhole like: Fuck what you hear
+Now that's what I call hardcore, let's act fool
+Mr. Fix-It like Handyman I pack tool
+I been shitty, I'm from the bowels of the city (New York)
+And just because my outfit match don't make me pretty
+Baggy dungarees, dick need room to breathe
+In a room full of crackers I might cut the cheese
+Ain't no rules to the game, if it is we ain't playin
+In your business like EPMD, "So What Cha Sayin'"
+You co-signin that bullshit yo man tryin
+Chaka chaka cha-ta tatat!!
+Slugs flyin
+*Shout-outs from Raekwon, Ghostface and Inspectah Deck*
+
+[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck]
+Yo, ya
+Check, the Kodak pose from magazines to the big screen
+Fo' wheel machines like ya wits scream
+Kids fiend from the urban to sub-urban
+Roll upon me thirstin like: Hey, hey, Mister Dream-Merchant
+We roll longer than dice in a casino
+Cee-lo in the 4, 5 or 6 with double 0
+Behind the tinted windows I lay low
+On some hydro tryin to slide from the 5-0
+But now I get wild similar to Ol' Dirty
+A third time felon just hit with over 30
+No worries, style have em so thirsty
+First degree heats are quittin on me
+Cold turkey, no mercy
+I bring the pain of a hundred migraines
+But a thousand shoutin my name that's why I came
+But first bring the cashburst, then the outburst
+My surround sound pound ya ear like Jevon Kearse
+I flex muscle outside I find a next hustle
+Trouble with ya here and face the TEC-muscle
+Even the best buckle win
+I take it to the extreme
+It gets ugly, but it's what a nigga do to get C.R.E.A.M
+This life
+*Shout-outs from Raekwon and Ghostface*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Bring Da Ruckus (Demo Version)[Intro: RZA]
+Bring da bring da muthafucking ruckus
+En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style
+
+[Hook: RZA]
+Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
+Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
+Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin ruckus
+Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Something new from my real live raps and so catch this
+While I kick a verse like chapters
+I'm all of that, proceed with the militant act
+With the rugged Timberlands or with boots that's black
+But on the real, I'm cold like blue steel
+Out to catch a hit and make a mill, chill
+Maintain yourself Black, you're strapping all of that
+But you ain't got shit in this shack Jack
+That's my word, I'm used to beef and I can eat it mad raw
+And pick it out my gold teeth
+But yo back to the subject, Wu's trying to get wrecked yo
+Pass the weed thru your shit god mic check, need a little meth yo
+True, back to me flipping you and your so called zoo
+You got nothing on a nigga from Staten
+A drunk monk, smoking mad skunk and stacking
+I didn't need rap shit to get me on, I was a crimey
+Driving a Benz hearing my man's song
+And when shit gone broke out, everybody got smoked out
+And cops drove the wrong route
+Don't act evil and possess to hurt me
+Forty guns be flowing in your face
+Who wants some?
+[Hook: RZA]
+Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
+Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
+Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin ruckus
+Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
+
+[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
+I rip it hardcore, like porno-flick bitches
+I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits
+Check it, my method on the microphone's banging
+Wu-Tang slang'll leave the microphone hanging
+Bust this, I'm kicking like Segall, Out for Justice
+The roughness, yes the rudeness, ruckus
+Redrum I verbally assault with the tongue
+Murder one, my style shot your knot like a stun-gun
+I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness
+Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown
+By this nasty ass nigga with my nigga, the RZA
+Charged like a bull and got pull like a trigger
+So bad, stabbing up the pad with the vocab, crab
+I scream on your ass like your dad, bring it on
+
+[Hook: RZA]
+Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
+Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
+Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin ruckus
+Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
+[Verse 4: GZA]
+Yo, I'm more rugged than slaveman boots
+New recruits, I'm fucking up MC troops
+I break loops, and trample shit, while I stomp
+A mudhole in that ass, cause I'm straight out the swamp
+Creeping up on site, now it's Fright Night
+My Wu-Tang slang is mad fucking dangerous
+And more deadly than the stroke of an axe
+Chopping through your back
+Giving bystanders heart-attacks
+Niggas try to flip, tell me who is him
+I blow up his fuckin prism
+Make it a vicious act of terrorism
+You wanna bring it, so fuck it
+Come on and bring the ruckus
+And I provoke niggas to kick buckets
+I'm wetting CREAM I ain't wetting fame
+Who selling gain I'm giving out a deadly game
+It's not the Russian it's the Wu-Tang crushin
+Roulette, slip up and get fucked like Suzette
+Bring da fuckin ruckus
+
+[Hook: RZA]
+Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
+Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
+Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin ruckus
+Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
+[Outro: RZA]
+Yea, Wu-Tang production, kid
+Straight from the 35 Chambers
+The Inspectah Deck-sta, Raekwon the Chef
+And the RZA-RZA-Ra'
+Shout out to my man RNS, Big Mook and Divine
+Mr. Hezekiah, Due Lilz, the Ghostface Killah
+Ason Unique, yeah, Gka-Gka-Genius
+Give it raw, bring da mothafuckin ruckus
+Wu-Tang Clan (bring da mothafuckin ruckus)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Do You Really (Thang, Thang)[Intro: DJ Kay Slay]
+Yo, this is a Wu-Banger, two thousand and one noise maker
+Off the hook guerilla anthem
+This is DJ Kay Slay, from around the way
+And I'll smack the shit outta ANY OF YOU DJ's
+That front on this shit.. think I'm playin?
+
+[Hook: Method Man]
+I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
+I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?
+I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
+I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?
+
+[Verse 1: StreetLife]
+I never been a fan of the fame, I got love for the game
+Never lust for the dames, I got dust in my veins
+Little off in the brain, kid talks butter slang
+Sniffed a little blow with the rap Eddie Kane
+Spent a lot of dough, it's so hard to explain
+And I fucked a lot of hoes off the strength of the name
+Wu-Tang, see me at the next, X Winter Games
+Snowboardin down a ski range, it's a blue and grey frame
+Keep, pointin the finger, I'm that nigga to blame
+The main reason why you tuck the chain
+Self proclaimed, got a lotta profit to gain
+And I'm leavin the rap game the same way I came
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Now creep with me, as I roll through the Stat
+Little Meth got my back, so do Pinky Fat-Fat
+Let me hit that {​*inhale*}​ contact, learn how to act
+Before you bring that drama the end; now fade to black
+Positive, hate kids who tell me lies
+Despise guys that wanna get high but never buy
+Got nine lives, nine wives that don't listen
+Bitchin their biological clocks is tickin
+Wu limited edition - hot off the presses
+I guess it's, curtains for competition
+Method, runnin 'em out, gun in my mouth
+The kid your momma warned you about, tear down the house
+After midnight, eatin MC's, change to a gremlin
+You're tremblin, behind the Kremlin wall, surrenderin
+That's what you get for Russian/rushin, in the direction I was bustin
+Polish your sword, your shit is rustin
+
+[Hook: Method Man]
+I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
+I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?
+I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
+I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?
+
+[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
+One-two, testin, testin, mic check wreckin
+Steps into the session
+Automatic weapon off safety, don't play me
+But brings all them things with silencers
+My clan is liver than your average '85er
+Strive to stay alive
+I play for keeps in the streets
+Cause it's real on the battlefield
+Shells hit the ground from the steel
+Bullets travel, sun set fire to your mind
+Words combine when I rhyme to free the blind
+Prepare my queen for battle and walk down
+I drink from the wine of violence, no tolerance
+Gave word bond, sword silence
+Me in military fatigues, bulletproof underneath
+Buy enough ammunition to round and sweep the streets
+Of Brooklyn, central, sugar-whipped the rental
+While I'm lickin out the window at y'all, fuck y'all
+[Hook: Method Man]
+I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
+I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?
+I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
+I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?
+
+[Verse 4: Inspectah Deck]
+Yo, we thrive on street life, we strive to eat right
+They blind and need sight, we tried to be nice
+They talk the small talk, we walk the long walk
+We lost, they all thought, they forced to fall short
+We rock for hard rocks, rocked the hot blocks
+Shop and cop rocks, watch the top notch in action
+Begin to make your head spin
+Wu-Tang my brethren, we bang like veterans
+They paid for record spins, taste the medicine
+Or face the double M, we came to trouble them
+Hustle them for they 20 mill' then buckle them
+'Nuff to spin out the blue, bitches lovin them
+Dozen men with force of a hundred-ten
+Stumblin thug passions, it must've been
+
+[Hook: Method Man]
+I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
+I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?
+I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
+I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?
+I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
+I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?
+I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
+I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Iron Flag[Chorus: Raekwon, Ann Peebles & "Flag of Iron"]
+"On your mind, on your mind"
+Murder one of y'all, niggas
+"On your mind, on your mind"
+Get to hurtin' one of y'all, niggas
+"The Iron Flag brothers"
+"On your mind, on your mind"
+Bitches, snatch the shirt off one of y'all, niggas
+"On your mind, on your mind"
+Kick dirt
+"Flag brothers"
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Color Glocks splitters just listen there's UFO visitors
+Fly paintings remainin', reclinin' pro-comissioner
+One boot off he Rudolph, know he hyped flew off
+Hibernatin', dead in the makin', ear-rake him, gear-rake him
+Technician murderer, Wu hit the universe
+Our words is crush, fingers icy slush, ringers wants Mercedes bus
+Tip bottles, Movados, sailin' in some Wu goggles you follow
+Mail and jail letters, sendin' niggas lottos
+What made you murder my flow, what made you rival my clothes
+What made you. Fuck it, yo son these niggas gotta owe
+I think a lot of flows, I flip exotic hoes
+We paintin' pictures if it's was drizzies, seen a lot of those
+Gettin fly with Ghost, Power just buy the boats
+RZA your vision is exquisite, daddy hide your scrolls
+Platonic chronic shows, tonic prose
+Off the meter Panasonic know, son line me a ho
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+Devestatin' shockwaves strikin' the nation
+Newsflash, warn the people, assassination
+The hour of detonation, pure untampered or mixed in any form
+In any form mixed untampered it's pure
+Dissect each line of the rhyme
+Find my ingredients and nutrients
+Teach patience and obedience before movement
+Killer bee student enrollment
+I'm out your control and expose if it's synthetic
+Quote these plush degrees as I inject, there's many at risk
+Slang therapist Shallah Rae
+Bless the people, with magnificent wordplay
+
+[Chorus: Raekwon & Ann Peebles]
+Murder one of y'all niggas
+"On your mind, on your mind"
+Get to hurtin' one of y'all niggas
+"On your mind, on your mind"
+Bitches, snatch the shirt off one of y'all, niggas
+"Flag brothers"
+
+[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck]
+Aiyyo you know the half, some get respect, most we show the path
+They quoted tracks while we spoke math, blowin' fast
+Expose the craft, first picks chosen in the draft
+I don't flash, hoes love me 'cause I hold a stash
+Known to blast, paramedics couldn't close the gash
+Floatin' past in a 'Nail with the oak dash
+Show the cash, watch it blow in half, it's no fair
+They goin' mad, check their tape recorders and their notepads
+Crabs wanna play me close and grab
+Can't believe you on the canvas, I'm just throwin' jabs
+Where the powers you supposed to have, hand in your soldier rag
+You posin' bad, show your ass son, you won't last
+With heavy weights that elevate the whole mass
+Compose a smash, rollin' grass at Ghost lab
+[Chorus: Ann Peebles & "Flag of Iron"]
+"On your mind, on your mind"
+"Bring you to [?] life, bring you to [?] life"
+"On your mind, on your mind"
+Iron Flag– Iron Flag brothers
+
+[Outro: Ann Peebles & "Flag of Iron"]
+"On your mind, on your mind"
+"Bro– bro– brothers, Fla– Fla– Flag brothers"
+"On your mind, on your mind"
+"Iron Flag brothers"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+If What You Say Is True[Intro]
+Shaolin shadowboxing and the Wu-Tang sword style
+If what you say is true
+If what you say is true
+
+[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+The clouds was gray, the sky was black
+Two undercover pigs jumped out the Pontiac
+Trying to extort us, they wanna know where the money at
+We countin’ the cream, my team get plenty stacks
+Let the guards bill wherever we at
+We attackin’ the mind state
+We civilized niggas we don’t think of the crime rate
+The mind’s infinite now, we can’t waste time
+Take the ones that know the ledge, leave the rest behind
+Salute, fall back in line
+Here come the first nine out of the booth
+Sparks of energy, create more life and more synergy
+Forever is Wu, you can never sever the glue
+Homie is Mathematical, beats is bangin’
+All my lords get radical
+Don’t blast the past homie, that’s equilateral
+JJY, Killa Beez is splattering you
+And everybody love us in here
+It don’t matter who
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+(Look, look, look)
+Shoulder rolling off the beat
+Catch a 'J, I kiss it and throw it back
+Science is sweet and questional
+This is Irief Jamal, unique professional
+Blessin’ you a hundred mill flow
+Steel tip arrow and bow, I pull and let it go
+Look how the crowd go wild for this mic style
+Wu World Clan united this how the reptile
+Keepin’ us apart between some darts from the heart
+Forever stayin’ mentally sharp, spark the brain
+Physically equipped to tear you out the frame
+I don’t play with this mic thing
+But brings all of the above, I reign
+
+[Refrain]
+If what you say is true
+
+[Verse 3: Streetlife]
+This is target practice, watch me get my darts off
+Leave 'em bleedin' out with they shoes and they socks off
+Fit it on the sidewalk, this is real talk
+Anybody could get it, I pop a couple shots off
+Home of this smash and grab, I’m taking minds off the top
+Doin' stick up, no mask, I got the drop
+Run up on you, in front of your buildin'
+Now you speak a bazillion
+Gun you down right in front of your children
+We bang out on a regular basis, or raise havoc face
+Leave no shell, these open cases
+My description, big black bodacious
+All black, Wu, hoodie on with the go fat laces
+[Refrain]
+If what you say is true
+
+[Verse 4: GZA]
+A rhyme is a struggle from conception
+Series of complex maps in all directions
+Totally dependent on an act of breathing
+Learning, depending on an act of reading
+The MC draws in a long, deep breath
+Holding it until makin’ it right before it left
+Extracting from it is life-giving properties
+Reacting from it, and control the properly
+
+[Refrain]
+If what you say is true
+The Shaolin and the Wu-Tang
+Could be dangerous
+
+[Bridge: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Now, do you understand?
+Now, do you understand?
+The only way we can stay strong as we stick together
+'Cause they gon' try, they gon' try
+Let me tell you what they gon' try to do
+And y'all remember the shit, y'all gon' tell them, fucking world
+Teach all the babies and shit
+They gon' try to make black and white go against each other
+Which they can't because we already having a good time
+WU!
+WU!
+WU!
+[Outro]
+That was great! Wonderful!
+Terrific duel! The best that I've ever seenEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Preacher’s Daughter[Hook]
+The only girl that could ever please me
+Was the daughter of a preacher man
+The only girl that could ever please me
+Was the daughter of a preacher man
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Yo, pa, I got a lady, I'm 'bout to make her my baby
+Might even make a baby, the thesis makin' her crazy
+She know my style wavy, I'm circlin' her Mercedes
+Father, father was a preacher, I'm almost certain he hates me
+But he ain't gotta date me and look, his baby is grown
+And she decides on her own who resides on the throne
+I'm her king, she my queen, we keep it right in the zone
+And she understands the fact that I'm even right when I'm wrong
+When she was prayin' in church, I was playin' in dirt
+That's 100, I admit that we both was playin' at first
+When opposites attract, I ain't always sayin' it works
+I'm just sayin' ain't no use in me strayin', that make it worse
+It's Wu-Tang, baby, my crew bang
+And she's the preacher's daughter, I just call her my boo thang
+And we tighter than shoestrings, or 10 grand in rubber bands
+Man, sometimes I tell your parents just don't understand
+
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa (RZA)]
+No. yo, you mean Pastor Brown's daughter?
+The preacher, the rich slave-maker of the poorer?
+I used to see her Sundays comin' from church
+We used to kick it at her window when her pops at work
+Yo, her parents didn't play
+She couldn't even come out to play on a school day
+Thought she was gonna give me some on April Fool's day
+(But no, no way) nah, (no, no-no, no-no, no-no way)
+[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
+The preacher's daughter, she an illegitimate child
+She know the Word, but she be runnin' in them streets foul
+She married to a man, but she's crushin' his brother now
+See her in the market place loud and boisterous
+With tight spandex on, chokin' her oysters
+She a seductress in the form of a goddess
+Never virtuous or modest, poison the part is
+Breakin' the vessel, turn brother against brother
+Man, that's how she molest you
+That's why the preacher man prolly a mess too
+Cause the fruit that she devourin' is evil
+Never sin around righteous people
+Black widow, preacher's daughter comin' to eat you
+
+[Hook]
+The only girl that could ever please me
+Was the daughter of a preacher man
+The only girl that could ever please me
+Was the daughter of a preacher man
+The only girl that could ever please me
+Was the daughter of a preacher man
+The only girl that could ever please me
+Was the daughter of a preacher man
+
+[Verse 4: Ghostface Killah]
+I met her on the bus stop with black eyes
+That's why she said she don't fuck with black guys
+I cleaned her up, fed her all my wisdom
+Her father spit the gospel but she never caught the vision
+Brutal ass whoopins, always facin' these evictions
+So she only fuck with thugs that'll wind up in the system
+Them greasy bastards quick to squeeze a ratchet
+Never knew the science of virtue, Ecclesiastes
+Like, a time for peace, a time for war
+A time to laugh though, she never felt God before
+Eternal love that'll pop like a kernel, this is grown folk talk
+Between me and her, it don't concern you
+[Hook]
+The only girl that could ever please me
+Was the daughter of a preacher man
+The only girl that could ever please me
+Was the daughter of a preacher man
+The only girl that could ever please me
+Was the daughter of a preacher man
+The only girl that could ever please me
+Was the daughter of a preacher manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Intro (Shaolin Finger Jab)/Chamber Music[Intro: Kung Fu sample, RZA, (Method Man) & Raekwon]
+I must tell you that the Clan is a danger to the public
+But still for many men just to hear of the name
+Fills them with hate and loathing
+But why? They've never harmed anyone
+I'm afraid they did
+*beat drops*
+In the past there's something that they would like to forgive
+First, I'll tell you about their style, planned techniques
+The main style
+"Shaolin Finger Jab!"
+Yo..
+*sounds of fighting*
+(Uh-huh)
+We are watchin' your whole group
+You been busy here
+Around the clock, all we need is your orders to move
+Met a lot of crosses last night
+Young and old!
+You been busy here
+I respect that!
+Yeah, (Ayo), yeah
+Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in (Yo)
+Come on! You know what it is
+(Thou must bust shots all the time, kid)
+(Ayo, ayo, ayo) We're back!
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Peep The Jump Off, ain't nothin' sweet, get dumped off
+Frontin like you won't get deaded and bumped off
+Drastic son, master guns that'll run up in plastic ones
+And then go, crash in the slums
+One tight army, few good men that'll rep
+Invade you strongly, Prince of Wales swimmin' on feet
+Props'll sell, all yellow L's, cops sleepin' on nails
+Niggas get realer than real, yo
+Flash the brown, last time was crowned
+All navy Woolridge, Wu kicks, movin' them pounds, yo
+Last on niggas, great adventures of my niggas
+And Castro pictures, sendin' a rash out the kitchens
+Like the wind, invite the grin, watch niggas rewrite the trend
+Wu niggas did it again, yo
+Unhighly, octane, die cast metal frame
+Lame, let another man with heat handle beef
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in
+Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in
+
+[Verse 2: GZA]
+Yo, spark the intro, relevant info
+Load up the keyboard, 105 tempo
+Most heated battles, I've blasted MCs
+Some said that the bullets flew by like angry bees
+Wu entered on the level where we would wait and listen
+While one flashed metal, eight calculate position
+The world snapped, once we combined our rap
+Drastic measures, priceless treasures on Nap'
+Our swords swing, windchill Mount Aerie
+Native plant standin' on the tall-grass prairie
+Snares and kicks, off the project bricks
+It's no act the producer played the role with drumsticks
+The warning came unnoticed
+It's like the shot on the dock of the bay
+That slayed Otis, the Nine-Lotus
+Each one adjust to his own environment
+Formulate this great LP, a hundred rounds spent
+Niggas bent on the fruitless search for nourishment
+They long for this proper guidance, encouragement
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in
+Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in
+Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in
+Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in
+
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+It be the Lost Tribe, 7 days locked in the dungeon
+Foamin' at the mouth, mad dog in this production
+The uncontrolled substance got me spittin' up bars disgustin'
+The last temptation of the son of David Ruffin
+Hold my mic sideways when bustin'
+On Judgement Day runnin' through Hell, yellin' and cussin'
+At MC's in my circumference, y'all niggas hand-cuffin'
+These hoes and ain't read them they rights or nothin'
+Keep lustin', yeah and I'ma a keep hustlin'
+With Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in
+You know me, every time you kiss that ho you blow me
+You blow trial trying to walk a mile in my Sauconys
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in
+Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in
+Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in
+Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in
+[Verse 4: Masta Killa]
+We just touched down, Wu shuttle, private jet
+Stepped off the plane, the world wept
+Roll with the Witty Unpredictable
+Talent All Natural, rock with the Beatles of hip-hop
+Mathematical imperial manifestation of greatness
+Make wiz's scream and shout at the top of their breath essence
+Captured on tape is precious
+Bless mic pure deafness, awaken from you sleep mistake
+When the God bring rain, hail, snow to the earthquake
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in
+Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in
+Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in
+Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in
+
+[Outro: Kung Fu sample]
+You've been busy
+Are you mastered?
+You've been busy
+Are you mastered?
+You've been busy
+Are you mastered?
+You've been busy here..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Mistaken Identity[Intro]
+Wanna go home and see my wife and kids
+I wanna go home and see my wife and kids
+I wanna go home
+I wanna go home
+I wanna go home
+Wanna go home and see my wife and kids
+I wanna go home and see my wife and kids
+I wanna go home
+
+[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
+Yeah yeah they want me locked down, fryin' in jail
+Before you hear that I decided to tell, I'd rather die in a cell
+I was framed like a wedding flick, 2 time felon
+Still a predicate, doin' time, tell 'em that's a negative
+Prejudice judge, bails be a mil' in cash
+Scorin' money like the meter on the Yellow Cab
+Give the witness an unexpected visit
+Make his story change like walls blockin' his vision
+Couldn't give a clear description, fearin' the repercussions
+Like, "I was on the ground, I ain't see him bustin'"
+Now the DA chasin' a plea, they hatin' I'm free
+The case is mistaken identity
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Whoever push me like Pusha T, I push back
+I push a cap, before '93, I pushed crack
+I'm hood, black, you know me well, what's good, scrap?
+I'm smokin' rappers, you are a L, what's good Smack?
+Hold up that's Goodz rap, pardon self
+I just like good rap, but when I see Goodz I give his goods back
+I rap for writers that pack strap to rhymers that backpack
+To 25 to lifers that jack MAC
+We movin' ratchets, no Kat Stacks, it's magic
+The way we flip the package before the coppers can catch it
+I'm past that chapter in life, let's live it lavish
+When life take a piss in your bed, you flip the mattress
+Before you try and get my head, get you some Pampers
+Then take a long look at my ish and get your answers
+Kick in my vicinity, I'm what rappers pretend to be
+Charge 'em with a penalty, mistaken identity
+[Hook: Streetlife]
+Mistaken identity, you highly mistaken me
+Check my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacy
+Mistaken identity, you highly mistaken me
+Check my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacy
+
+[Verse 3: U-God]
+Fresh off of work, he jumped out the van
+Two suitcases, dangle from his hands
+He opened up the door, headed up the stairs
+Thought he heard a noise, but no one else was there
+First sight he saw, struck him by surprise
+Two shots was given, between his girl's eyes
+Windows blown out, no prints on the door
+All he seen was blood stains, smear the damn floor
+911, ambulance showed up
+Blood everywhere, paramedics throwin' up
+Cops cuffed him up, hit him with the charge
+But he was bangin' Mrs. Prixy at the Motor Lodge
+He got his alibis, gonna use 'em all
+He screwfaced the judge, he might take the fall
+Someone set him up, a botched robbery
+Mistaken identity, yeah it gotta be
+
+[Verse 4: Cappadonna]
+17 years old, I'm headed back to the hole
+I'm mistaken identity, every way was sold
+I look like a hoodlum, I rock a lot of gold
+They lockin' everybody up, ship your ass up the road
+I ain't have a 9 on me, they was lyin' on me
+Court day with my old bird, they was spyin' on me
+Tried to set me up, plantin' coke in my pocket
+The beast pat me up, they won't let me off
+[Verse 5: Masta Killa]
+Na-n-n-n-n-nah it wasn't me
+It could never been the G-O-D, not me
+You terribly mistaken, son, I ain't the one
+We could never look nothin' like, whether near or far sight
+What resemblance does he strike? So my mic Fahrenheit
+W for my a-alike, your DNA match tight
+Even if they bite us, close but not quite
+They still tryna get it right, mistaken identity
+
+[Hook: Streetlife]
+Mistaken identity, you highly mistaken me
+Check my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacy
+Mistaken identity, you highly mistaken me
+Check my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacy
+Mistaken identity, you highly mistaken me
+Check my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacy
+Mistaken identity, you highly mistaken me
+Check my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacy
+
+[Instrumental]
+
+Wanna go home and see my wife and kids
+Wanna go home and see my wife and kids
+Wanna go home..
+Wanna go home..
+Wanna go home..
+Wanna go home..
+[Hook: Streetlife]
+Mistaken identity, you highly mistaken me
+Check my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacy
+Mistaken identity, you highly mistaken me
+Check my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacy
+Mistaken identity, you highly mistaken me
+Check my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Fast Shadow[Intro: Method Man & Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+DJ, I'm sayin'
+You could– you could just come over top of that shit
+Did I hear it?
+(Suck the dick, suck the dick)
+Nigga and bang your head, punk
+(Suck the dick, suck the dick)
+Uh, and it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't
+(Suck the dick, suck the dick)
+It don't, it don't, it don't, it don't stop
+(Suck… my… dick)
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+It all starts with the pad and pen
+Shall we begin to burn bush in this rap session?
+Once again on the run be the Black Stallion
+Now you fuckin' wit Ticallion, hmmm
+Iron Lung, boy, me can done, army of one, blaze yo' bun
+I'mma get you none, accept challenge, uh
+Run a mile with a racist, they iced it, I aced it
+Placed it, right up in their face till they faced it
+Hard to the dome like a chrome microphone
+I'm ba-ba-ba-ba-bad to the bone, to the bone
+Danger zone, that's my life and my song
+Keep it movin', hop along little doggies
+[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Uh, uh, uh, fuck thaaat!
+Drive The Mack Cadillac
+Dark shade the window all sunny and black
+Pitch antenna back of the car
+Inside is a TV, even a bar
+Bulletproof down, safe and sound
+Chauffeur in the front just to drive the Lexus all around
+Give ya, give ya, give ya body a ride, nice and warm inside
+Come to the Dirt Dog as the tummy rise
+Ha-ha-ha! Enter
+
+[Verse 3: RZA]
+Yo, yo, my Wu-Tang clip will make your atom split
+The power of my brain, you can't fathom it
+Whoever go against the will of the grain will get slain
+Don't ever say thy God name in vain
+My third eye electronic dragonfly spiral observe
+And record your words and your lies and approach you
+And have my Dogs come and Ghost you
+When it comes to the bread, son, the heat will toast you
+
+[Chorus: U-God]
+Music makes me lose control
+This is not just rock and roll
+Hip hop digs right to the soul
+Music makes me lose control
+Wu-Tang, now we on a roll
+On the rise, now here we go
+Guaranteed to flip the show
+RZA beats is outta control
+Outta control, outta control
+Outta control, now here we go
+[Verse 4: Masta Killa]
+Yo, who got that nigga gassed like he can't get skimasked
+Abducted from his doorstep
+Dufflebag his head for the price of nothin', he's a glutton
+What I'm manifestin', each day is a lesson
+Y'all faggots came to the school of the 36 Chambers
+Copied on papers of scholars that earn dollars
+We trendsetters in Wu leathers, trendsetters in Wu leathers
+Whatever
+
+[Chorus: U-God]
+Music makes me lose control
+This is not just rock and roll
+Hip hop digs right to the soul
+Music makes me lose control
+Wu-Tang, now we on a roll
+On a rise, now here we go
+Music makes me lose control
+Music makes me lose control
+Music makes me lose control
+This is not just rock and roll
+Hip hop digs right to the soul
+Music makes me lose control
+Wu-Tang, now we on a roll
+On a rise, now here we go
+Guaranteed to flip the show
+RZA beats is out of control
+Out of control, out of control
+Out of control, now here we goEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Enter the Wu-Tang[Intro: sample]
+Gotta get that, all the way
+Gotta get that, all the way
+Gotta get that, all the way
+Gotta…
+
+[Verse 1: RZA]
+Provider of the blow, yo enter the Wu-Tang crew
+With verses that curses dudes like Tal Bo
+Designed by the mastermind on the mic
+(Ohh, We love you, Rakeem!) Yeah girl aight
+Recite to his vidals to idol my title
+There's no survival for any rival
+Check it check it, my style is perfected
+I attack when y'all least it expect it
+Corel pounds fouls with the Shaolin style
+Puff the White Owls then break wild
+Wild wild west, oh yes I suggest
+Ya bop to the beat, release all ya stress
+I got the proper hip-hop to rock ya
+Enter with the Wu-Tang flow, call a doctor
+But there's no sickness, only rhyme inflictness
+And a slang that seems to be addictive
+I got the new rocks, get on Shorty Doo Wop
+Love the baracud', come on dance on the block
+So go and do your thang and let me do my thang
+RZA with a bang, Enter the Wu-Tang
+[Chorus: RZA & sample]
+Can you Wu, Wu-Tang? My God!
+Can you Wu, Wu-Tang? My God!
+Can you Wu, Wu-Tang? My God!
+Can you Wuuu… Tang! My God!
+[Verse 2: RZA]
+Those who try to oppose me or even overthrow me
+I'm takin more falls than Wile E. Coyote
+You can't snag me, rag-tag or bag me
+I'd have your ass runnin like Scooby-Doo and Shaggy
+Make decisions, to what? ‘Catch that pigeon’
+But I escape right from your fuckin vision
+Blasted, as I mastered you bastards
+You tried to be slick like Dastard, Dick Dastard
+I got the remedy to kill off my enemies
+Carry two guns all my time like Yosemite
+Sam, god damn, my style is mad flam
+I Slam! That's the kind of man that I am
+The black butterfly, what a guy! What a guy!
+Rhymes of harmony like a soft lullaby
+So give a suuu! Real love's gettin Power-U
+In ninety-two, Enter the Wu
+
+[Chorus: RZA & sample]
+Can you Wu, Wu-Tang? My God!
+Can you Wu, Wu-Tang? My God!
+Can you Wu, Wu-Tang? My God!
+Can you Wuuu… Tang! My God!
+Can you Wu, Wu-Tang? My God!
+Can you Wu, Wu-Tang? My God!
+Can you Wu, Wu-Tang? My God!
+Can you Wuuu… Tang! My God!
+[Outro: RZA]
+Yea, the Wu-Tang Clan, somethin new in ninety-two
+Comin through with the Fatal Flying Guillotines
+So protect ya neck
+Power Equality, Allah Cee's Everything
+That means peace…EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+16th Chamber[Intro: Method Man]
+16th Chamber, temple number five
+
+[Method Man]
+Somebody said it's on, if it is then I'll be set
+To blow a nigga up, with my Five Fingers of Death
+I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand
+If he frontin, on any man down with the Clan
+I be comin, for that headpiece you can't cope
+For my brother, I even kill a Pope, word to mother
+Serial, killa, style from the Isle of Stat
+My peoples are you with me where you at?
+Shit's gettin deep in here, I mean like thick
+Niggas lookin all in my face like they want dick
+It's about to hit the fan, hit the flo'
+That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no mo'
+What is it? Niggas think they bigga
+Because they got the finga on the trigga of a biscuit
+They don't know I'm wicked, when I start to kick it
+With the raw sound, wash it down with a Mystic
+Better yet a Snapple, nigga want the juice
+But he don't want the hassle
+Thought they trying to overthrow the castle
+Better yet the temple, I'm comin to your town
+Black down, the rental, car, the pistol
+YAH! If you don't want a burn from Glock
+Then beware, I buck shots, meaning what, the buck stops
+Here, no more dough will be made
+Unless it's being made by who... the 1-6-Ooh
+[Interlude: Raekwon] + (Method Man)
+Chamber four (1-6-Ooh) Chamber four
+Temple number nine, temple number nine
+
+[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+I'm the original G-O-D
+Making young ladies scream is my specialty
+When I go ooh-wah, ooh-wah, ooh-wah, girls wanna get hype
+From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped
+When I kill, that ol' mad rugged flow
+Not sayin Ason, is like a duck of disco
+Or a disco duck, I'm strictly hip hop
+Yo, Ason, what's up? I can't stop...
+Wu-Tanging, flipping the script and
+You could test my skills, but niggas must be trippin
+Coked up from sniffin, you're the one who's riffin
+I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Andy Griffith
+You start to flip, now ya slip, cuz you're slippin
+While you sleep I be the God on point, like Scottie Pippen
+As I, jump on stage, cold flip a rip a show
+Strip or rip a ho, ready like Bo
+Jackson while I'm still taxin, I'm maxin
+Relaxin, sittin backs and, laying tracks and
+Again and again when I rock this jam
+I wanna see 'em up in the air, throw up your hand
+Introducin, the one-man band
+A child that's wild, now with the style, couldn't stand
+Niggas wanna jump, then stepped, to the center
+Of the rhyme inventor, MC tormentor
+You get jacked and slapped, across the MC map
+I laugh at ya ass, on a horse shack
+Come on through I black and blue your whole crew
+Then I get rudie with the Hong Kong Phooey
+The Ol' Dirty Bastard, MC killer
+Money maker, Brooklyn, Shaolin style
+That I lay down like tile
+Gotta hit you up, one blaow, so you better come down...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hold the Heater[Intro: RZA]
+Windshield, rappers are like gnats
+They're gettin' splattered 'pon the windshield
+Fallin' down like London Bridge, my blade split your onion head
+Axe that like Paul Bunyan, Meth prefers the gun instead
+Bong bong, put a hole inside your head
+
+[Hook]
+We keep it rugged
+We keep it rough
+We keep it real
+We keep it raw
+We keep it rugged
+We keep it rough
+We keep it real
+We keep it raw
+
+[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+How come the streets don't want me to live?
+Plus my niggas keep tellin' me fibs
+But the devil done poisoned my wiz
+I'm doin' this for my family and kids
+I'm tryna be wealthy, take my time right and stay healthy
+Said it before but I don't think nobody felt me
+Yo tried to understand this hand that this life dealt me
+I'm on the verge of a whole new makeover
+My fake friends, they can take it like a takeover
+I'm ready to eat, I'm ready to grip it
+Got enemies everywhere, I got chicks that's wicked
+Sick shit, niggas doin' wicked ass wig shit
+Bid shit, tellin' jakes that I had the biscuit
+Niggas be wantin' my leftovers
+I'm like a general that died and lost some of his best soldiers
+I burn holsters and I kill that dirt religion
+Murk that pigeon and I shoot the television
+[Verse 2: U-God]
+Got that trey pound on you, run down on you
+Hard-boiled nigga, Clan top soil
+My fam straight royal, I'ma die loyal
+When them shooters come for you, better throw your flag 'em
+I'm pure gun oil, let 'em see that hand cannon
+Foundation strong, never ride a bandwagon
+Andrew Jacksons, hand-to-hand transaction
+Cops jumped out, caught him with his pants saggin'
+Criminal individuals up in here
+Wild like the theme park ride called The Buccaneer
+Weed in the Tupperware, throw you off the upper tiers
+Suweeee, I got all my niggas up in here
+
+[Hook]
+We keep it rugged
+We keep it rough
+We keep it real
+We keep it raw
+We keep it rugged
+We keep it rough
+We keep it real
+We keep it raw
+
+[Bridge: RZA]
+Imagine the sound of your face scrapin' up against the gate
+Of a barbed wire fence, this is barbed iron fist
+Heartthrob, iron dick, hoes slob the knob quick
+This is odd, so throw it in your iPod quick
+[Verse 3: GZA]
+Lifeless activity, constant movement
+Buyin' elasticity, such improvement
+Sword held to where it collapses inward
+Spillin' rhymes if it's Shaolin vineyards
+RZA had a mixture, then he added sound to the picture
+Co-author rewrote the scripture
+Math worked from birth, doubled the net worth
+Amplified in the time machine of early Earth
+A two-way radio, simple yet complex
+Receivers, transmitters, interest to contacts
+The emergence of the earliest atoms
+Transform to a level extremely hard to fathom
+Same soup, different bowl, Wu ceramics
+Same group on them large-scale dynamics
+A wave triggered the burst, glass was shattered
+Galactic matter served on a graphic platter
+
+[Hook]
+We keep it rugged
+We keep it rough
+We keep it real
+We keep it raw
+We keep it rugged
+We keep it rough
+We keep it real
+We keep it raw
+[Verse 4: Method Man]
+Overachiever, power hungry overeater
+I95, whip fly like an overseer
+I'm overconfident but some might say I'm overeager
+Or overzealous, especially when it's over cheeba
+I got a soldier's features, I rock the coldest sneakers
+My sneakers' so cold, can't wear 'em 'less you hold the heater
+Can't push me over either, that go for dojas
+I ain't got no love for posers neither, keep my composure
+I'm focused, tryna roll the reefer, let's turn it up
+Forget the cope, I'm tryna blow the speaker, that's all he wrote
+One verse could turn your soul to ether
+It's time you gave me my respects just like the old Aretha
+Mr. Meeeth
+
+[Hook]
+We keep it rugged
+We keep it rough
+We keep it real
+We keep it raw
+We keep it rugged
+We keep it rough
+We keep it real
+We keep it raw
+
+[Spoken Words]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Wu-Wear: The Garment Renaissance[Intro: Method Man]
+Ain't what you want baby
+It's what you need baby
+Ain't what you want baby
+It's what you neeeeeeeed
+
+[Verse One: RZA]
+Yo diamond crystal rings sharp like icicles
+Nickel plated pistols, official Wu-Wear covers my physical
+Insulated thermal Wallabees drain they co four butt solos
+Photographic prototype static-free motivated soldier
+Or Wu say boulder head flower
+You can detect the true and living God from his aura
+Keep your sword straight, maintain your weight
+But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate
+And drunk grape concentrate, with sodium benzoate
+Fried the chicken thighs in triglycerides
+And his bitch advertised her breast size
+Eighty-five didn't realize, til the truth opened up his eyes
+Then he became highly civilized
+And spent time amongst the wise, went through a garment renaissance
+And stopped wearing Benetton
+Tommy Hill, Perry Ellis, Nautica, or Liz Claiborne
+Ocean Pacific, Fila, Bill Blass and Lee fitted
+Quit the Armani sweaters with the Gucci wool knitted
+Now all he buys, Kani's, Cross Colours, Shabazz Brothers
+Mecca, Pelly Pell, 88, North Q, Bear and a few others
+For the new year, strictly Wu-Wear
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Ain't what you want baby
+It's what you need baby
+Ain't what you waaaaaant
+
+[Verse Two: Cappadonna]
+Pelle Pelle had the top dresser
+One man catalog the London Fog casual hog
+Bear denim with the Cash Wu Nike and Kangol king
+Everyday, DLO jacket equipped with the drawstring
+Fila supply big daddy Starter hat, The brown-skin derby match the Tommy Hill; Advil
+Double button Woolridge, red dickie turtleneck
+Mockneck, eighteen carat holdin my twenty-two shine
+In this like Macy's or Bloomingdale's
+The Century 21 son, the new portfolio dunn
+Now it's my time, Asian Wu-Wear, Cappa fleece wear
+One wear plaza, Donna hold the best of all year
+Plus blue wear, Wu-Wear, what's going on
+We're the best of this year, Wu-Wear and fleece wear
+
+[Verse Three: Method Man]
+Ain't what you want baby
+It's what you need baby
+Just come see me
+Satisfaction guaranteed baby
+Just hold your own baby
+And just rock on baby
+I got this wine on my mind
+Feelin fine darlin
+Now all you see baby
+Ain't what you need baby
+I wanna know just how low
+It goes
+Official nasty asses, straight shots in dirty glasses
+Wu-Wear fleece for you and your stinkin piece
+Hard time and killer tactics
+[Verse Three: Method Man]
+Just hold your own baby
+And just rock on baby
+I got this wine on my mind
+Feelin fine darlin
+Now all you see baby
+Ain't what you need baby
+I wanna know just how low
+It goes
+Official nasty asses, straight shots in dirty glasses
+Wu-Wear fleece for you and your stinkin piece
+Hard time and killer tactics
+
+[Verse Three: Method Man]
+Just hold your own baby
+And just rock on baby
+I got this wine on my mind
+Feelin fine darlin
+Now all you see baby
+Ain't what you need baby
+I wanna know just how low
+It goes
+Official nasty asses, straight shots in dirty glasses
+Wu-Wear fleece for you and your stinkin piece
+Hard time and killer tacticsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Never Let Go[Sample: Martin Luther King]
+I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation. Five score years ago, a great American in whose symbolic shadow we stand today
+
+[Verse 1: Masta Killa]
+Look, homicide is illegal, death is a penalty
+Never let go when you've got ahold of your enemy
+Eagle claw cobra clutch by any means necessary
+I’ll never let it go, see my shadow ninja mic flow
+I throw a great archer dart arrow to your temple
+Almighty bow of Ulysseus the indigenous
+Plan of the Wu-Tang Clan became a world brand
+We never let it go, we talk a half a mil a show
+
+[Verse 2: GZA]
+Never let go of your mind
+It’s a terrible thing to waste
+To lose, but it’s very hard to find
+Being that ignorance is lethal
+We must touch hearts, tune souls, harmonize the people
+Never let go of your plan, execute
+So when you shoot, inspire everyone on the land
+Never lose knowledge of yourself
+For it may become risk to your health
+And great loss of wealth
+
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+Never let go of your cream, never let go of your dream
+Players retire, but they never let go of the team
+If you a rider then you never let go of that thing
+Pull up your mans’ like you better let go of that bling
+This life’s crazy, too many life sentences, maybe
+Fatherless babies on the block but they father 380
+That’s just the hood lately, never let go
+I’m what the hood made me
+Momma told me to find a good lady
+[Verse 4: Inspectah Deck]
+Never let go of staring at the death
+Like yo, that's your best blow
+I still hold on like En Vogue
+The cold go to war with the heat
+Eyes wide, never falling asleep
+All the talking is cheap
+Call'em, ultimate warrior, W.W.F
+I come up victorious, struggle is nothing to Deck
+Set it straight for the seeds, to see a better new
+Take the real life by the rings and I ain’t letting go
+I ain’t letting go
+
+[Chorus]
+No matter what the odds be
+No matter how hard we
+You never let go
+
+[Verse 5: U-God]
+Never let go of the fight, never let go of the mic
+My honesty, my values, my loyalty, my pride
+And memory of those who have passed to the other side
+Never letting go, I’m never letting go of my beliefs
+My faith, convictions, real
+Both hands holding on, never let go the wheel
+We hood legends, misunderstood
+These lessons, learned
+Growing up for manhood
+Keep focus on the prize what you better do
+A little taste of heaven, sunshine is where we headed to
+States what’s ahead of you, always on the schedule
+Smoke the gold leaf down to the residue
+Letting go, is something that I never do
+Those who let go, live life regrettable
+Never let go of your hope or your rope
+Eyes on the prize, never let go of the scope
+When I’m in jail, never let go of the soap
+Hold on, boy, never let go
+[Verse 6: RZA]
+Never let go, the all-eye-seeing, the supreme
+Never let go the love of your seeds, or your queen
+Never let go your heart, or the place you started
+The feeling that I had, Wu-Tang had just charted
+The old earth departed, I give thanks to the martyrs
+I never let go the love I have for thy father
+Never let go the glow
+The more I know the more that it shows
+I won’t let go, even if I decompose
+Your seed will carry it on, we need to carry it on
+Pass the baton, life is just the marathon
+And ain't' playing to win it, it’s an epidemic
+Never let go, that’s what the god recommended
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Sample: Martin Luther King]
+And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges. Who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. For many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedomEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Semi-Automatic: Full Rap Metal Jacket[Chorus: U-God]
+You can’t hack the tactics
+Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic
+You can’t hack the tactics
+Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic
+
+[Verse 1: U-God]
+I make mean lean when I pump my spunk
+And hands of chump, of machine gun funk
+I bliss, like the fist, of the mantis
+Those who oppose get dropped and hit the canvas
+With rigormor’, I hit you in the core and
+Pop your legs well in the figure four
+You can’t stop the force when the blood is coursin’
+Extortion, I’m comin’ like the headless horseman
+Enforcin’, torturous slang from a fortune
+Swordsman, throw your rap corpse in coffins
+Don’t pop Glocks at me then cop a plea
+A hundred thousand leagues beneath the sea
+Deep depths make rappers salted
+Weak rappers asses I cracks my foot, often
+Lay down them lines with them hard hits
+And I’m harmin’, bombin’ with heavy bombardments
+Pushin’ poetry like weed by the pounds
+Underground railroad RZA track, lay it down
+I’m hard as pavement, you gaze from amazement
+Knock you in the head, you wonder where the days went
+It’s golden bangles, microphone gettin’ strangled
+Five-star general, scars you want to angle
+Bizarre thriller, war scar for a killer
+Sheisty mic device got my hand-piece throbbin
+Slice mics precise on down to ice carvings
+[Chorus: U-God]
+You can’t hack the tactics
+Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic
+You can’t hack the tactics
+Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic
+You can’t hack the tactics
+Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic
+You can’t hack the tactics
+Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic
+
+[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
+Yo, I set the mic in flames, bomb like fighter planes
+MC’s are shot down long range with sniper aim
+No question marks, the session starts with sparks
+My flows explodes like hand grenades through your parts
+Universal soldier, MO’s the holder
+Globe in both hands, born to be sole controller
+Hit the world full blast, my crime pays cash
+Slip past C-Cyphers and the flash from the photograph
+Best-seller compose a rough draft
+Razor Sharp vocabulary cut glass
+Actual facts crowds of thousands collapse
+You can’t catch my style with bugs and phone taps
+Whether rhymes or crimes, I want mines, regardless
+Hard targets, underground like black markets
+Pirates of the darkest water feel the aura
+Importer of rough raps that’s snuck cross the border
+Semi-automatic attack’ll spray y’all
+Liquid Sword swingin’, slay all, I’m AWOL
+[Chorus: U-God]
+You can’t hack the tactics
+Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic
+You can’t hack the tactics
+Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic
+You can’t hack the tactics
+Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic
+
+[Verse 3: Streetlife]
+Wu-Tang be Killin’ You Softly With This Song
+You won’t survive the outcome, I bring Def Jams to your eardrums
+P.L.O. hits the hardest, regardless
+Felony offenders catchin’ murder one charges
+Open cases, got me smoked out in staircases
+The dark crusader jackin’ cats in elevators
+I Strike Back like the Jedi from N.Y
+It’s I, illerfyin’, dope rhyme supplyin’
+I be all you need to rock these mic devices
+Projectile Shaolin style exiles your juvenile freestyle
+I’m not your basic street entrepreneur, crime tour, packs the luger
+High pursuit for the CREAM like the Bodyguard from Bejing
+Inject you with the morphine, then I flee the murder scene
+On your facilities, the penalty, DOA
+Bomb shell your burrow like Bombay
+Opposites attack, that’s why these thieves stay strapped
+As we travel the globe to put Shaolin on the map
+I show loyalty to my fans fully
+Operational raps that bust through your skully
+I’m rated second-to-none, I be the top gun
+From the land of the Slums, spittin’ blades from my tongue
+Park Hill slug slinger, hit you with the sleeper
+Heat-seeker, sounds that be attackin’ your speaker
+Watch me bang the headpiece, kid, there’s no survival
+My flow lights up the block like a homicidal
+Murder, underground beef for the burger
+P.L.O., criminal thoughts you never heard ofEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Crushed Egos[Intro: Kung-Fu Sample]
+You've practiced 20 years? You must be extremely good then
+Perhaps, you'll try with me
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Come and taste my seasonin', Chef, the cooking that is marvelous
+Back over a stove, makin' your mouth water, you starve for this
+Exclusive sneakers with hard denim, heavyweight
+A neighbor illustrated Alex Haley with paper (paper)
+Waves spinnin' like the Titanic, come take a float on
+Silky like King Henry VIII’s robe in late spring
+Restaurants with skeleton keys, it's big business
+Well groomed and elegant posture is real dapper
+Status is gigantic, coats is alpaca
+Meetings in the Vatican, drinkin' scotch with the Muscle Milk
+Praises go to Ason, the dynasty Mr. Russell built
+Feed me royal shottas with Glocks, clean 'em with GT Oil
+China dolls from Bangkok, we bang 'em, train 'em and make 'em loyal
+Trees stank, she come kiss the top of my Yves Saint
+Wise-Universal Tang when I bang
+Grizzly with the big bank, it's 5 stars, y'all, when I call rank
+
+[Hook: RZA]
+Egos are somethin' that the Wu-Tang crush
+These stupid jealous niggas, y'all 'bout to get rust
+This ashes to ashes to dust to dust
+These derelict MC's cannot fuck with us, Lord
+Egos are somethin' that the Wu-Tang crush
+These stupid jealous niggas, y'all 'bout to get rust
+This ashes to ashes to dust to dust
+These derelict MC's cannot fuck with us, Lord
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Rifles out, bear like the Russian
+Octagon tuggin' silk drawers frontin', while her head stuntin'
+Mulsannes flood the garage
+Man the goats launchin' charge cards from Africa
+Catch me in the hookah lodge
+Brains linked, twisted Cohibas, say the seeds bang
+Coffee pots with graveyard rings, flippin' Gs
+Yankee hoodlum on the top of the charts
+Dart throwers, they're sharks
+Everybody run
+When my gun barks
+
+[Bridge: RZA]
+Non-athletic anti-semetic synthetic rappers get no credit
+Pathetic septic lines, incompetent styles not embedded
+Wu-Tang slang bangs in your brain, this is not genetic, prophetic
+Unadulterated talent while y'all talk that bullshit rhetoric
+
+[Hook: RZA]
+Egos are somethin' that the Wu-Tang crush
+These stupid jealous niggas, y'all 'bout to get rust
+This ashes to ashes to dust to dust
+These derelict MC's cannot fuck with us, Lord
+
+Where is the money? Ha ha...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Chrome Wheels[Chorus: Madame D]
+Woke up this morning
+Smoked some sticky green to get me started
+Choclate Thai, all in my eye
+I'm never broken-hearted
+Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep
+Bang that shit retarded
+
+[Intro: RZA, (12 O'Clock)]
+Bob Digi, (Sun Zeini)
+P. Sunn, (12 O'Clock)
+Two On Da Road on this, 12 O'Clock
+I love my brother to death that old hip-hop
+Catch this! Hot Nix'
+You know? Big tits
+
+[Verse 1: 12 O'Clock]
+I love my brother to death, nigga pussy to the rest
+Shared a pair of Guess and an Eddie Bauer vest
+A bitch named Celeste
+I met her when I was goin to cash a Def Jam check
+She had some big ass breasts
+I had to catch her like a shortstop on the Mets
+A nigga high off a dime from Gates and Best
+Remember grandmother live on Louis and Lex
+I remember Dirt Dog crashed his white Lex
+I remember me and Meth won a dice game against Ghost and Deck
+Remember Portland had Clyde Drex'
+Remember 12 O'Clock is a vet
+Big Dogs we put 'em to sleep, keep 'em on a leash
+I move like days in a week
+Niggas don't know the face and names on my teeth
+Niggas carry a chrome piece, and separate the heat
+Ain't scared of the motherfuckin' police
+[Verse 2: RZA as Bobby Digital]
+Guns jammed up, I'm cramed up in my lab
+Six niggas, six bitches, two fifths and eight bags
+One toilet, three weedheads, an alcoholic
+And two niggas hooked on pussy
+And in the corner, was this brother who would study his lessons
+And learned how operate the Smith and the Wesson
+Still cut class and played hookey
+Threw freshmens in garbage cans, gave 'em nookies
+Rolled the, back of the bus with a gun in his socks
+Big forehead, had ears like Spock
+He was mightier than a truckload of gats
+And bound to make a bitch cum in six minutes flat
+
+[Verse 3: Raekwon]
+What up kid? Stay winnin', seen you look good
+You look live in ya linen and you survived ninth innin'
+The hood got us off the prop without women
+All my niggas that ride that provide to the end of this
+
+[Hook: Madame D]
+Ain't nothin' but the real
+Ain't nothin' but the real
+Ain't nothin' but the real
+Million dollar deals
+Rollin' on Chrome Wheels
+Ain't nothin but the real
+[Interlude: Prodigal Sunn]
+Yeah, uh-huh, yeah
+This one's on P. Sunn, word up?
+Yeah, uh-huh
+
+[Verse 4: Prodigal Sunn]
+We gamble the dice
+Remain humble, scramble through the jungle of life
+While the we rumble with the foul and trife
+Shots fired on the block in threes like Glen Rice
+Made men think twice about the sacrifice
+Black on white, write it for the world to hear
+Write it for my fam who not here who do care
+Glance and stare, why when you can't compare?
+From the bottom of my feet to the end of my hair
+Move rear, cop the blue steel bare, groove to the snare
+Bass and drums, see my face in the slums
+Pedia Brown, media surround my sound
+When you see me in the hood of ya town, respect my sound
+Sample with black, criminal, mechanical rap
+Assemblin hat, laced in a suit from Phat
+Two On Da Road, got them bitches screamin', "Who Dat?"
+Two with the plaques, two with the gats, it's like that
+
+[Chorus: Madame D]
+Woke up this morning
+Smoked some sticky green to get me started
+Choclate Thai, all in my eye
+I'm never broken-hearted
+Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep
+Bang that shit retarded
+Two On Da Road, Bobby Digital
+Please don't get me started
+[Bridge: Madame D]
+No, no, no, no, no, no
+Live it up, live it up
+Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
+
+[Chorus: Madame D]
+Woke up this morning
+Smoked some sticky green to get me started
+Choclate Thai, all in my eye
+I'm never broken-hearted
+Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep
+Bang that shit retarded
+Two On Da Road, Bobby Digital
+Please don't get me started
+
+[Outro: Prodigal Sunn]
+Bang us in ya Jeeps
+Shaolin! Bobby Digital
+Uh-huh, Sunn who?
+Yeah
+Haha! Yeah!
+Get that money y'all
+Get that money y'all
+Get that money y'all
+Shout in pain
+Uh-huh, yeah
+Weed blazin, cocoa hazin, cocoa hazinEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Pioneer The Frontier[Refrain: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Enter the Wu-Tang zone
+Enter the Wu-Tang zone
+Enter the Wu-Tang zone
+Enter the Wu-Tang zone
+
+[Verse 1: RZA]
+We don't hunt deer
+Vegetarian dishes from the concierge
+Presidential suites, presidential treats
+Brazilian models, oilin' up my feet
+10 days a month, my girl pays for lunch
+3 days a week, we work out at Crunch
+Time after time, line after line
+Our stock increases, rhyme after rhyme
+In the valley, of San Fernando
+Found Q-Tip's wallet in El Segundo
+Prolly been spotted on Telemundo
+With more wild cards than a box of Uno
+That spin like propeller, my dog like Old Yeller
+Holler at the moon, my goons at Coachella
+
+[Refrain: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Enter the Wu-Tang zone
+Enter the Wu-Tang zone
+Enter the Wu-Tang zone
+Enter the Wu-Tang zone
+[Verse 2: U-God]
+I got my hands in the pot, 500 grand in the yacht
+I'm the dope man with plans to expand on every block
+Wu-brand, legendary hands, hard as penitentiary rock
+Now put that to your temple, the Wu symbol's 'bout to drop
+Insert the beam on my Glock, got that lean in my bottle
+What that mean? High self esteem, straight cream on the top
+Ridin' chops similar to UFC kickbox, kick rocks
+Dirty trucker pit stops, shit, grams in a Ziploc
+Watch how the pitbull lock his jaws, then lock your doors
+Feds watch the boards, hip hop spills out my pores
+I be raw, for fourscore plus 7 more
+The Clan rock the tours, we be them reservoir dogs
+
+[Hook: RZA]
+Pioneer the frontier
+Pioneer the frontier
+Pioneer the frontier
+Pioneer the frontier
+
+[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck]
+Guaranteed I bang hard
+I plan to leave the game large, no brainwash
+The devil himself could not persuade God, my blade's sharp
+Circle my square, I dare you Braveheart
+Before I leave your head in your hands, what's your name, huh?
+My lines get in your cells like 7 Ls
+Any problem, I address you like I'm sendin' you mail
+Let me do well, they'd rather see me dead or in jail
+But let it be my life story if they ever do tell
+Know I died for what I live
+An intimate connection for that infinite reflection
+That's my wife and my kids, there's a price on my lid
+So now my stock's high and shots fired
+My niggas who was tight with the kid
+I'm hot as Hell's Kitchen with the oven on
+Deck bomb, teflon the rappers nothin' to a don
+If I'm frontin' then respond if not, throw up your arms
+It's the Killer Bee swarm and your set, the fuck is y'all?
+[Verse 4: Masta Killa]
+You entering the 36, mastering the 18
+Sliding across chamber sixth, hands down that'll crush bricks
+Backs that’ll break bats, this is what y'all wanted back
+Classic Wu RZA track with Mathematic actual facts
+That weigh heavy, the universal striking attack
+Dance the drunken medley, long axe blade, machete
+The shadow stepping ninja
+
+[Hook: RZA]
+Pioneer the frontier
+Pioneer the frontier
+Pioneer the frontier
+Pioneer the frontierEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Wolves[Chorus: George Clinton]
+The fox, is kinda foxy, Mr. Wolf he's the guy
+Who chased Red through the woods and ate Grandma
+But a dog is a dog is a dog is a dog
+Unlike the wolf, who made a widower of Grandpa
+
+[Verse 1: U-God]
+Yo, must I flex my cash to sex yo' ass?
+I wet the Ave. when I set my path
+The 'Vette don't crash, I'm built to long last
+Grab my money clip, I hit the bong fast
+Earn my respect, my checks they better cash
+Finger on the trigger with my nigga Fred Glass
+Knuckles is brass, start snuffin you fast
+Jumpin outta cabs, grabbin money bags
+Next shot go right through your hovercraft
+You do the math my acid tongue slash
+When will you learn it's return of Shaft
+The genuine thriller, the Miller Draft
+My force might blur, the Porsche'll purr
+The apple martini, of course it's stirred
+I'll do the honor,  the Shaolin bomber
+Shark skin armor, I'll bring the drama
+
+[Chorus: George Clinton]
+The fox, is kinda foxy, Mr. Wolf he's the guy
+Who chased Red through the woods and ate Grandma
+But a dog is a dog is a dog is a dog
+Unlike the wolf, who made a widower of Grandpa
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Damn, defecatin' on the map
+Wu-Tang takin it back, no fakin in the rap
+How real is that, cause niggas hatin on the fact
+That the kid is blazin this track and hatin on 'em back
+My dough's stacked up with O's, who the mack
+Duckin po'-po's blowin smoke O's in the 'Llac
+To be exact, don't want no hassle with the stack
+In the Big Apple, we the rotten apples in the back
+Yeah, it's all grillin, how the fuck y'all feelin?
+Non-stop park killin, on the block we was killin 'em
+The arch villans, when the blood start spillin
+Any stuck start squealin, body bags we was fillin 'em
+Yeah, now I got it in the smash
+Ounce of marijuana and a llama in the dash
+Me and my comrades followin the cash
+And livin e'ry day like tomorrow is the last
+
+[Chorus: George Clinton]
+The fox, is kinda foxy, Mr. Wolf he's the guy
+Who chased Red through the woods and ate Grandma
+But a dog is a dog is a dog is a dog
+Unlike the wolf, who made a widower of Grandpa
+
+[Bridge: George Clinton]
+I'm like the St. Bernard to ya baby
+When you're lost out in the snow
+Like a coyote out on the desert
+Where the foxes never go
+And the wolf, they never go
+[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
+Yo, would you recognize a jewel for what it is when you see it?
+Or would you take it for somethin else and get tore the fuck up?
+Men come together for the common cause
+To beat yo' ass, just because
+There's a line you don't cross offendin the boss
+While of course his one selectin through your head shot
+I'm back in the yard again, the bars callin
+15 sets of this will have you swollen
+Ladies like, "Damn papa you lookin right
+I'd love to give you some of this pussy and I'm a dyke"
+I write when the energy's right to spark friction
+DJ cuttin it, spinnin it back mixin
+Great pop knock tickin, poetry description
+For the motion picture reenactment
+Activate a hired assassin, keep it classic
+Rap evolution every black, yo pass that
+
+[Chorus: George Clinton]
+The fox, is kinda foxy, Mr. Wolf he's the guy
+Who chased Red through the woods and ate Grandma
+But a dog is a dog is a dog is a dog
+Unlike the wolf, who made a widower of GrandpaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+America[Intro: Killah Priest, Raekwon]
+Continous
+Yeah, youknowhatI'msayin?
+Wu-Tang
+Aiyyo aiyyo, come on yo yo yo I'mma shoot over here
+On that AIDS thing
+YouknowhatI'msayin? I'm gonna just slide in the studio quick and get this done
+Yo, yo
+
+[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
+When you're sexually frustrated, plus waited for a long time
+You both had strong minds
+Combined with feelings, she seems appealing, for each other
+Discreet lover, no longer keeps rubbers
+Smothered under deep covers
+Erotic programs, Moet and slow jams
+Enough to make you hold hands and plus you a bold man
+You fall in a manhole, where the forbidden tree grow
+And bullshit ego, of fly negro
+Her garden sour, polluted with a dead flower
+Months later, he's layin on a respirator
+Depending on a generator, to keep his heart moving
+And start losing sight in his right eye
+In weeks he might die
+
+[Raekwon]
+I know this dope-fiend cat, word up, his name is Javier
+Part-time shooter sharing needles in the stairs
+Wise guys disguised as a fly guy, you getting high right?
+Weeded up with red shit in your right eye
+You's a menace, your brain cells finished
+Begging forgiveness, calling that up top shit syphillis
+You know what you was gettin into
+Try to guess on what I've been through
+Fuck shorty raw then she scared you
+[Hook: Raekwon]
+AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
+Coming from the Wu, it's real
+AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
+Coming from my crew, it's real
+
+[Verse 2: RZA]
+My nigga Chuck, he loved to fuck
+Everything exotic bitches down to ugly ducks
+Like Nancy, who liked the fancy tickles so he put popsicles
+On her nipples to make her sex passion triple quadriple
+Until she bust
+Overcome with passion, big ass want lust upon him
+But nigga he forsake to grab the condom
+Fuck it, he said AIDS, was government made
+To keep niggas afraid so they won't get laid no babies be made
+And the black population will decrease within a decade
+German warfare product against the dark shade
+
+[Hook]
+AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
+Coming from my crew, it's real
+AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
+Coming from the Wu, it's real
+
+[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
+Caught by the gravitation earth rotation
+Six in the sex is deep, when you can't see clear
+Through the sheer brassiere, toke back
+Smoking a spliff, sippin cognac, God
+You know my two love songs, Bobby Womack tracks
+Got her fat ass layin flat on her back
+[Inspectah Deck]
+Yo, as she lay, she wore a silk gray neglige
+Alize pours, the radio play, Marvin Gaye
+What's Going On? As she screams Sexual Healing
+Couldn't fight the feeling her legs hit the ceiling
+Hitting all positions dipped in for quick love
+She's professional, she does this shit in strip clubs
+Flied in June until she Acquired Immune Deficiency
+Now misery is the syndrome
+
+[Outro: Raekwon and others]
+Oh shit, God that's wild
+Damn, that's some cherry flavor shit going on though kid
+For real, knowhatI'msayin?
+What about the exotic type
+Caskets is waitin for brothers
+Word up slide on the joints baby
+Before you go to sex take protection
+Word up
+
+AIDS kills, word up respect this
+America Is Dying Slowly (4x)
+
+Yeah, word yo, sliding up in this store right here
+I ain't even playing that man, for real
+Dig it
+Respect how I'm living kid
+Here forever, word up
+Lubricated joints, ribbed joints is bangin
+But they still playing the hotel door man
+Word, you know how that be though, you know how that be
+Yo, just gettin to be too old
+Chick over there lookin like Sonny and Cher
+Over there
+Yeah
+America Is Dying Slowly
+Surely
+America Is Dying Slowly
+America Is Dying Slowly
+Remember that! Syndrome, be the resident
+America Is Dying Slowly
+Wu-Tang, Syndrome, be the resident
+Noodles, Bobby Steels, Lou Diamonds, Killer Priest
+Rolly Rollie Fingers, Johnathan Blaze, Maximillion
+Prodigal Sons, Anthony Starks, Hellrazor
+Prodigal Son, and in the place, Sixty Second
+Sunz of Man, Gambinos, forever...
+Keep it safe!
+Ol Dirt Schultz, word up baby
+Protect yourself!
+Keep it safeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The W[Verse 1: GZA]
+I grew up around block parties ready to rock
+Behind the rope nigga with my rhymes on cock
+The verse shot first nigga who had shit to pop
+A bad weather blow the feathers off a hundred flocks
+With 70% goose, 30 ducked, get stuck
+And each link in your chain is trucked
+No ends in this rhyme cipher with nine snipers
+Charge of the kiss from the Pied Piper
+I live around DJ's, b-boys, MC's
+Through rap never thinkin' +Airways+ are TVs
+It was strictly all about magnificant rhyme clout
++Rec Room+, 2 dollars with the flyer as we would doubt
+Now his wigs pushed back
+Name scratched off the plaque, too wild to re-enact
+(Yo)
+
+[Hook x2: U-God]
+Got to check out +The W+, got to check out-- +The W+
+Got to check out +The W+, got to check out-- +The W+
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+MC's have the right to remain silent
+Everything you say can and will be used against y'all muh'fuckers
+And Mef can only trust ya as far as I can see ya
+Me need ya? That'll be the.. day, ya busta
+It gets no rougher when, me and my comrades rush ya
+Like red heat with hammers and sickles
+I milk like ya baby mama's nipples, got issues
+It's just us, so what's what if any can touch us
+Then lord strike me down where I stand at now
+Wit this bottle of Remy, gettin' fucked up child, listen
+The most notable MC, ya source for hip hop quotable MC
+Of course it's Tical!
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: U-God]
+The Princess, the Pope, incest, dope
+Choke you by the throat, the chrome handle smoke
+The man not for joke, we all out for broke
+Plus the herbal that I tote, the murder that I wrote
+You can't do me none, my Uzi weighs a ton
+I'm comin' from the slum, Wu is number one
+I stumbled on the drum, the Gods are troublesome
++Rumble+ when we come, boy you better +Run+, +Run+
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 4: Raekwon]
+Aiyo, it's like this jumpin' out of golden whips
+Flashin' mega bricks, outfits, rock ridiculous whips, bitch
+Wavy hair, men of the year, bent in the stairs
+Sick winter gear, been on position is where
+Call him an Asiatic God-body, +Longevity+
+Slang rap, you get your whip wrapped
+Swing through the hood calmly
+Yo what up? Staten Island, Bush, George
+Dust your shit off, whips spin off
+Get off, slips, which, wiz
+Mind di-tects mines, lines lick sick nines
+Pick wines, lift up, bill a nigga six flies
+Dip wide, dress my shit up, fuck six times, wish mine
+Rub lamps, take thousand dollar crystalines
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Babies[Chorus: Madame D]
+Light is shining, beauty sunshine
+Here comes one-time, the ball was so fine
+Heat is blazing, the kids were playing
+His partner was shady, trying to slave the babies
+
+[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
+A-yo, they didn't know the cop was crooked
+He had blow out in Brooklyn
+All this while he let the fiends cook it
+The baseheads stirred it up, plus they got to blow it up
+Dropped it off in the PJ's and they bigged it up
+Then one day, shit jumped off real crazy
+The middle of a bathroom they find an old lady
+No clothes, half of her tongue, ear missing
+The killer had to be mad smart, he wore mittens
+Even though her leg was bitten
+Crackheads point the finger at Detective Slick Morris Gittins
+Paleface cop who done popped the best
+And got the chop on his neck from when he knocked Celeste
+It was a slug, drug, he pressured everybody on the block
+Some niggas know him as the Godson of Gotti
+And his black partner, he was scared to speak
+He saw how they planted weapons on these kids in the street
+He saw like over fifty bodies in like fifty-two weeks
+He saw his colleague pick up money before leaving his beat
+They call him desk duty, Robocop, younger dudes
+Call him Freddy Krugs from the way he walk on the block
+[Chorus: Madame D]
+Light is shining, beauty sunshine
+Here comes one-time, the ball was so fine
+Heat is blazing, the kids were playing
+His partner was shady, trying to slave the babies
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Heard the disturbance out the window, oh shit they got my son
+Pulled over his Tempo, Brenda dropped the endo
+Had her little nephew with her yo she didn't care
+They always harassed her, until she blew the captain with a razor
+His partner turned red in his waist, maced her, smacked her
+With the walkie, yoked her then slammed her on her face
+He bugged on her like she was drugged, plugged one in her
+The fifth relaxed her like a big thug pistol whipped her
+Heard she was dusted, must've been the way they threw the cuffs on her
+She broke the shits, went and rushed the kid
+Waving her hands, she had a half an axe, all in her tracks
+He grabbed her by the hair, she broke his jaw it cracked
+More cops arrived, they both bloodied down by the five
+Wildest niggas just smiling cause it look live
+They gave her forty years in New Orleans, calling me wodie
+Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid
+
+[Chorus: Madame D]
+Light is shining, beauty sunshine
+Here comes one-time, the ball was so fine
+Heat is blazing, the kids were playing
+His partner was shady, trying to slave the babies
+[Verse 3: GZA]
+You're just worms in the worst part of the apple that's rotten
+You squirm and you turn from the right, still plottin
+All slimy cause you stay grimy, petty crime-y cat
+You sometime me, don't need to remind me about
+Living in the core, with the scramblers in front of the store
+The bum holding the door, the mugging no one saw
+We played ball in the alley where dope was shot raw
+And the school they kept flawed, plus the lowest test scores
+Small percentage determined to strengthen they position
+Transformation from critical to stable condition
+But it still be obstacles on niggas that's optical
+Watching you like salt-water sharks that's tropical
+The money was the root and it's the instinct to make it
+With they pockets and fridge naked, many aim to take it
+Whether—hold up, set up, stabbing or a wet up
+Just to know it was the kid next door fizzucked your head up
+Once he fell short, frequently visit the courts
+And for some, another way out, is music and sports
+That's why I, keep the rhyme just as fly as a shot
+That won the championship with just O on the clock
+
+[Chorus: Madame D]
+Light is shining, beauty sunshine
+Here comes one-time, the ball was so fine
+Heat is blazing, the kids were playing
+His partner was shady, trying to slave the babies
+Light is shining, beauty sunshine
+Here comes one-time, the ball was so fine
+Heat is blazing, the kids were playing
+His partner was shady, trying to slave the babiesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+One of These Days[Chorus: Donny Hathaway sample & Inspectah Deck]
+One of these days and it won't be long
+It won't be long now
+One of these days and it won't be long
+You bound to come up
+One of these days and it won't be long
+Keep your eyes on us
+One of these days and it won't be long
+Yeah, yeah, Deck
+
+[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
+I'm from the home where the buffalo roam
+And niggas don't give a flyin' fuck
+Talk with signs up, walk with the iron tucked
+Leave your eyes wide shut
+Money bag's on the table, gots to get my cut
+Rebel I city slicker, pick up a pretty sister
+Dig her out on the table, bent off the Rémy liquor
+Head splitter, deliver so cold I send shivers
+For many figures, battle the world or any nigga
+I'm uptown Saturday night like Bill Cos'
+Got weed in the jars with vanilla cigars
+On the strip, eyeballin' the chicks, all in the mix
+Gassed off of my shit, vibratin' the whip
+
+[Chorus: Donny Hathaway sample & Raekwon]
+One of these days and it won't be long
+That's what you call it pa
+One of these days and it won't be long
+Chef
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Yo I'm sicker than the V12 X5
+With cracks in the Rolly jumper all we do is Drink fuckin' Drive
+Real niggas raise up, Mommy get your feet off the table
+The cable look bare, my man got me one on his ankle
+It's nothin' for me to get up with you, Dutch with you
+Blow off them matches and sit up with you
+Aiyo the streets, what is gettin' more crazy?
+Stressin' me never, investin' the leathers, we all into things blazin'
+Slingin' coke is just a normal habit, rappers we wear
+Straddlers with cannons and hatchets gettin' cheers
+Yatzis are fresh off the block, block squeezin', it's real
+If we get real, pop pop, poppin' at your blocks equal
+Take these niggas and throw 'em in lakes, it's business
+Rake these niggas on the mic, display your ninjas
+Nines crowns versus your nine towns
+Run up with nine 9's, brown down, get to lyin' you down
+
+[Chorus: Donny Hathaway sample, Raekwon, (U-God)]
+One of these days and it (Yo) won't be long
+That's what you call it pa
+One of these days and it won't be long (Yo, yo)
+
+[Verse 3: U-God]
+I come from the slums, I ain't no dummy
+My testament talk, represent money
+This Verbal Intercourse, fueled by exhaust
+The bread winner, head spinner, coldest with the force
+No remorse, endorse the rap artist
+So flamboyant cos I pimp slap the hardest
+Ever since the Triumph we've been missin' them soldiers
+We came tonight, boy the mission is cobra, full exposure
+Bulldoze through the rubbish, I'm in too deep, boy
+I just gotta love this, they call me too sweet
+One of the nine brothers, I'm so unique
+Every line that smother, the situation's grim
+It's a bloody sin cos every time I want out they pull me back in
+I see my reflection in the chrome MAC-10
+Ask the passer who's faster with the pen
+That bullet, nine hollows, amorettos
+That's how I like it, sweat on my wine bottles
+The automobiles with them shiny assed hubs
+The endo pull, with the bathtub club, my angel's in the mud
+Veteran smile, that's gangsta shit, that American style
+Dig it, prick my prey off
+I'm quick to slay with the rapid-fire shit, caught by the ricochet, nigga
+[Chorus: Donny Hathaway sample & Raekwon]
+(I got to know)
+One of these days and it won't be long
+That's what you call it pa
+One of these days and it won't be long
+One of these days and it won't be long
+That's what you call it pa
+One of these days and it won't be long
+(I got to know)
+One of these days and it won't be long
+That's what you call it pa
+One of these days and it won't be long
+(I got to know)
+One of these days and it won't be long
+That's what you call it pa
+One of these days and it won't be long
+(I got to know)
+
+[Outro: Donny Hathaway sample]
+One of these days and it won't be longEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Second Coming[Intro: ?]
+*weather and* *always*
+Damn man these radio stations be bugging
+It's three o'clock in the morning
+Damn, this hip hop shit just keep it
+They gotta slow this shit down man, you know what I mean?
+
+[Verse 1: Tekitha]
+Fiends were never waiting in the hill
+They ran one step ahead
+But the jiggy was always there
+Upon the project pavement
+There was death, enslavement of the mind
+Single mothers are filled with stress
+As I lay there with my baby
+We would look, from the window, and cry
+Then suddenly in the sky
+Between the new world ages
+We were blessed, and Wu-Tang fills the ear
+With the melody of a train (Lord is suddenly here!)
+
+[Chorus: Tekitha]
+False MC's are melting in the dark, all the weak LP's are
+Going dowwwwwwwwwwwwwn
+God released the tape out, early May
+And, I don't think the world can take it
+Cause it took so long to make it
+And the hip-hop game'll never be the sammmmmmme
+Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
+
+[Verse 2: Tekitha]
+Upon the project pavement
+There was death, enslavement of the mind
+Single mothers are filled with stress
+Between the new world ages
+We were blessed, and Wu-Tang fills the air
+With the knowledge that God posses
+As I lay there with my baby
+We would look, from the window, and cry
+Then the Wu-Tang sign appears, in the sky
+
+[Chorus: Tekitha]
+Billboards started melting in the dark, all the weak MC's are
+Going dowwwwwwwwwwwn
+God released the tape of, Earthly pain
+And, I don't think the world can take it
+Cause it took so long to make it
+And the hip-hop game'll never be the sammmmme
+And I don't think the world can take it
+Cause it took so long to make it
+And the hip-hop game'll never be the sammmmme
+
+[Outro: Tekitha]
+Hey, hey, hey
+Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-TangEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Shaolin Worldwide"Who's the knucklehead wantin respect?" -- Ghostface
+{sample repeats in background of Street's intro}
+
+[Intro: Streetlife, (Method Man)]
+Yo, yo; Never doubt the Life
+(EHHHH! YO!) Yo
+Who the fuck are you to criticize me?
+Yo, I slap, yo, I slap dick ta ya wifey
+Yo (respect, that's my word)
+
+[Verse 1: Streetlife]
+Another Wu tradition, Street vision, listen
+All my life I've been poverty stricken
+Always took what's mines, never was given
+A second chance just to rap sheet a bad decision
+You can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin
+Quick to stick the clip in, blow you out position
+Street jurisdictions, nigga, no restriction
+Concrete composition for emcee's in submission
+Special edition crash course mission
+Push through like the task force and crush all competition
+See you from a distance, dry snitchin, whisperin
+Greet your man posted up like two little bitches
+When you get the heart, step live or catch stitches
+Or find yourself with Del, sleepin with the fishes
+I got no love for fans that's fake-ass niggas
+I can't stand the bid when it's all in my business
+Wu-Tang Forever and a day, don't get it twisted
+I get lifted, I just shoot somethin from hot biscuit
+These street kids, we can't lost, we terrorize you district
+Leave no fingerprints and no survivin witness
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide (yo, yo Math!)
+It's them kids from the otherside "Shaolin" Worldwide
+Street Life, Homocide, nowhere to run to
+Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O
+Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go
+Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go
+Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go
+Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW!
+
+[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
+Yo, thoughts sharper than a Japanese katana
+Ninja coma, piranhas crack teeth on my armor
+Scandalous, I ran contra-bomber
+Stalker like rebels of Rwanda
+Death before dishonor, snake charmer
+Persona of one who makes drama
+Godfather 4 type saga
+Tuckin a revolver in my parka
+Bombin unprepared for departure, might talk but strike harder
+Fear the bow of the silent archer
+Sure shotter, pass the rock to your starter
+Poison darter, news photographers document the horror
+While I bounce Shaunda with Tiwana and I from blue Honda
+Honorable scholar, rockwilder, rip mic's for top dollar
+Your highnes, the crowd hollar
+Got your head rock, feel the brain trauma
+Crowd sponsor, hotter than Bahama steam saunas
+The Rebel of opera, popped off the chocolate and the ?gosha?
+Monster truck crush you imposters
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
+It's them kids from the otherside "Shaolin" Worldwide
+I.N.S., Homocide, nowhere to run to
+Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O
+Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go
+Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go
+Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go
+Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW!
+
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+I'm the four mic emcee with five mic potential
+Overlooked 'cause y'all can't understand what I been through
+You ain't got to love me, or even pretend to
+Actin like the street, they ain't got no street credentials
+Crack villains, raps be killin instrumentals
+The caps pealin and slap a feelin out ya dental
+Underground, sound, for ghetto residentials
+Up shit's creek lookin for some more shit to get into
+Got the Clan jewels as I continue
+To serve you everythin on that's on the menu
+With Chef John Jacob
+Remember Sunz Of Man told you Wake Up?
+My nigga smell the coffee, I'm too hardcore to kill softly
+Come to free the mind and get the bullshit up off me
+The Jedi, only use The Force if ya force me
+Shaolin What? Don't get it fucked up and cross me
+Rappers gettin stuck for actin stuck up and flossy
+Say it ain't so! Bust the callico
+Rap from the Island called Stat', here we go
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
+It's them kids from the otherside "Shaolin" Worldwide
+Method Man, Homocide, nowhere to run to
+Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O
+Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go
+Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go
+Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go
+Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW!
+
+"wantin respect--wantin respect" -- Ghostface
+"Who's the knucklehead wantin respect?" -- Ghostface
+"wantin respect--wantin respect" -- Ghostface
+"wantin respect, sharpest niggas in the..." -- GhostfaceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Sunlight[Sample]
+The heart is the general, the eyes are the scouts
+The fists are the arrows, the body is the bow
+All movements have to be....
+
+[Intro: Raekwon]
+It's phat, man, it's phat, man
+
+[RZA]
+I'm the 7 in the center of the sun, I keep shining
+My inner light would turn my baby's tear drop to small diamonds
+That be twinkling, while my love be sprinkling
+We stay young while your old wicked faces be wrinkling
+Allah's the most gracious, he made the universe the most spacious
+Seen and heard in all places, but still appear faceless
+Embraces all races, all caste and all cases
+In every spec of life he's the substance of all traces
+
+The answer to all questions, the spark of all suggestions
+Of righteousness, the pathway to the road of perfection
+Who gives you all and never ask more of you
+The faithful companion that fights every war with you
+Before the mortal view of the prehistorical, historical
+He's the all and all, you searching for the oracle
+A mission impossible, purely philosophical
+But you call him on your death bed when you laying in the hospital
+And as you play all day like the grasshopper who work and toil
+Like armies of ants carrying stones of soil
+Building a home for themselves and storing food
+At night we praise Allah and adore the moon
+In sync like the flow of the Nile, the growth of a child
+Only fearing God, we great a ghost with a smile
+That which is spirit is spirit, which is flesh is flesh
+Meaning life has no partnership with death
+
+Yo, I've been highly misunderstood by those who met us
+They had ears of corn and heads of lettuce
+Mentally dead, essentially led
+By the false teachings, and eventually pledge
+Their allegiance, to that which was against them
+And exempt them from the truth
+Then juiced them and pimped them
+To give it in tithes, so the church can rise
+While their babies home hungry covered with flies
+Bzzzz, trying to harness the wind
+Allah's the father from without and within
+On Christ return, who will announce him?
+Every tree is numbered, but who can count them?
+The name of all things on this world, who can pronounce them?
+Allah's the father of all, why do you doubt him?
+
+[Sample]
+The heart is the general, the eyes are the scouts
+The fists are the arrow, the body is the bow
+All movements have to be natural
+The wrist must be strong and the fingers powerful
+Fast, high kicks, a good firm stance
+Avoid the enemy's strong points...
+Eagle's Claw!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+On That Sht Again[Intro: RZA]
+The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous
+The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous
+
+[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
+Yo, yo
+Champagne nights on the corner mad heavy
+Around the time when I was beefing with Wizzy
+Starks, State, and Claybourne drawers
+Dickin' bitches down, they man come through
+Damn near kissed the ground
+Jumping out of big shit with Benetton pajamas on
+Line my soldiers up, strategize, then I move my pawns
+Should've been Italian how I'm getting that parmesan
+Talkin' bout the ones you keep putting those commas on
+And I'ma keep hope alive
+'Cause mad lil' niggas look up to me outside
+Breaking dawn blunted, yums in they mouth
+I drop a jewel, they see the C-ciphers then bounce
+Peace God, you see Rae, yo, tell 'em I said
+I was in the East, a nigga died, but cut off his dreads
+I'll be back around 6PM
+Juma prayers around 1 o'clock
+Plus I gotta pick up these gems
+'Cause it's going down tonight at the Garden
+Mary and Maxwell, Drew Hill, I'm supposed to be starring
+You know how I do, son
+Nugget stones with the blue ones
+And coming with me is a few guns
+[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
+I think he's on that shit again
+Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em
+You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in
+Bet against me?
+You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in
+I think he's on that shit again
+Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em
+You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in
+Bet against me?
+You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in
+
+[Verse 2: RZA]
+Telekinesis, simple instrumental thesis
+I could hop on a track, relax, then remain speechless
+Peep this, I closed down the Kith store for thousand dollar sneakers
+Bought a dozen pair with 'em, shared 'em with his cousin
+Wu-Tang slang boomerang back like Reggie Hudlin
+From New York City to Philly to Los Angeles
+The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous
+You can't outthink the RZA, nigga, I'll make your brain shrink
+My lyrics are vitamins, I go from A to zinc
+And yeah, I got that iron just in case the emcee think
+He can take it to the streets, then watch his ass become extinct
+Like a Tyrannosaurus Rex
+I turn your fuckin' face to Jonah Hex
+[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
+Ayy, yo, last night my sugar was five hundred
+That Log Cabin syrup on them flapjacks took it to sky hundred
+That's thirteen units of insulin
+Brought it back down now everything is official in like Michelin
+Counting bread like Maserati Rick out in Michigan
+And all my old girlfriends is jumping on my dick again
+
+[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
+I think he's on that shit again
+Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em
+You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in
+Bet against me?
+You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in
+I think he's on that shit again
+Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em
+You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in
+Bet against me?
+You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up inEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Monument[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
+Yeah, yeah yeah now, what the fuck now?
+Flipmode Wu-Tang shit, what the fuck now?
+Yeah yeah yeah..
+Historical and monumental shit
+What the fuck now? Yeah, yeah, yeah
+
+[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
+Straight smack a nigga right in the face like this was handball
+I'll make a mural out his face up on a damn wall
+Niggas play hard and shit; if you know what's best for you
+Y'all niggas better safeguard your shit
+Even though we rep brass knuckle rap
+Fuck with street geniuses and bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap
+Street niggas now the corporate boss
+Still go to y'all restaurant for steamed fish and Irish moss
+And y-yo, the way we do it and you see how my shit bomb
+Your whole show wack and I'mma cancel your sitcom
+Fuck a nigga broad 'til she tired and real calm
+You ain't knowin my name tattoed on your bitch arm
+The way we blow shit is a shame
+Casually bust my gun and celebrate bustin a cork on the champagne
+Wrote you with a whole new approach that lead a whole team of niggas
+Y'all should know I only ball like a coach, now
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Check out the light fixture, freak lines like white bitches
+Let the mic lines - hang that slang is ridiculous
+Emperor of warlords, big gun only fuck with sawed-offs
+That's my specialty, more to bust
+Shot out my bed parrot keep it gangster, Lord
+I analyze your work those that got merked were not established
+Texture look classy, arm baby 2000 raspberry
+S-5, blowin through Asbury
+Soon to own steakhouses, glowin like makeover thousand
+Them them niggas, robbin from Pinkhouse's
+Show and prove, knockin off cab drivers
+God, sodomize money, ring two hundred thousand
+See the color of the carved out Wu emblem
+Baby, it's all designers, tailor-made Wu gooses
+Limousine, automatic new uzi's in 'em yo
+Relax, cousin just cruise through, jewels with him
+[Verse 3: GZA]
+Move up the block, giant box blast my song
+Non-stop strictly hip-hop, march on
+Doo-rag hang long, metal tape is high-bias
+Graphics, captured with the colorful, iris
+I zoom in, while the listeners tune in
+Some assumin they paid dues and joined the union
+Lost nigga couldn't rumble in this wild jungle
+Quick to crumble, type to be on the stand and fumble
+Divine Master, threw on the track that made 'em bleed
+He produce at unattainable rains of top speed
+This powerful magnet, that left 'em stagnant
+Was unlikely in cameras in larger fragments
+Un-filled rifle, scout sniper, shots precise
+Starlight scope, with the night vision device
+Splendid marksman, that'll shoot the one off the dice
+Split a grain of rice, in one shot we kill 'em twice
+{*GUNBLAST*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Shaolin Brew[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Oh, yeah, comin' through with my Shaolin crew
+2 Cent for a Kase, gimme St. Ides brew
+In the midst of broken bottles and crushed up cans
+Meth Tical's in the jam, oh, how dry I am!
+
+[Verse  2: Raekwon]
+With St. Ides in my system
+Crack another, I'm blessed, let's go get the next one
+And get over, the object is to stay sober
+Lay on the sofa, better yet, dial my chauffeur
+
+[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
+Call me the Wallabee Champ, stressed out, could never be, son
+Ricochet daily, hit the deli for a cold one
+Naturally blessed, yes, my rap is like a laser beam
+That blows in the bushes, St. Ides fill the canteen
+
+[Verse 4: U-God]
+Crack the bottle of the St. Ides
+Sippin' to those who don't realize
+That drinkin' ain't only to be drunk
+You can't drive, keep my peoples alive
+And if the Saint don't know you from a can of paint
+
+[Verse 5: RZA]
+It was hot on the spot so I jetted up the block
+I saw Akh with an Ides, I could tell by the dot
+On the back he be buildin', not that charcoal filtered
+Ice cold bottle tilted, to my cup and spilled it
+Ahh, St. Ides, St. Ides ...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Triumph (Video Version)[Produced by RZA] / [Directed by Brett Ratner]
+
+[TV speaker]
+We’ve just received a report that New York City is under attack by swarms of killer bees. They’ve been seen approaching from Brooklyn, the Bronx, Queens, and Staten Island. We urge you to stay in your homes at this time, as we will be bringing you up-to-the-minute information. This just in: Police are reporting that there’s a man on top of a skyscraper, ready to jump. I’m told that he is possibly Ol’ Dirty, a member of the Wu-Tang Clan. The police suspect that there could be some connection between this old dirty man, and the killer bees
+
+[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+What y'all thought y'all wasn't gonna see me
+I'm the Osiris of this shit
+Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers
+This '97
+Aight my niggas and my niggarettes
+Let's do it like this
+I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
+Let's take it back to '79
+
+[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
+I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses
+Can't define how I be dropping these mockeries
+Lyrically perform armed robbery
+Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
+Battle-scarred Shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous
+Ultraviolet shine blind forensics
+I inspect you, through the future see millennium
+Killer Beez sold fifty gold, sixty platinum
+Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics
+Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
+Black Wu jackets, Queen Bees ease the guns in
+Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
+Heads by the score take flight incite a war
+Chicks hit the floor, die hard fans demand more
+Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
+Proceeds to blow, swinging swords like Shinobi
+Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
+Wu got it locked, performing live on your hottest block
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+As the world turns, I spread like germ
+Bless the globe with the pestilence
+The hard-headed never learn
+This my testament to those burned
+Play my position in the game of life standing firm
+On foreign land jump the gun out the frying pan into the fire
+Transform into the Ghost Rider
+A six-pack and A Streetcar Named Desire
+Who got my back in the line of fire holding back?
+What? My peoples if you with me, where the fuck you at?
+Niggas is strapped and they're tryna twist my beer cap
+It's court adjourned for the bad seed from bad sperm
+Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm
+What the blood clot? We smoke pot and blow spots
+You want to think twice? I think not
+The Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's coming from
+Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone
+Rip through your slums
+
+[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
+I twist darts from the heart, tried and true
+Loop my voice on the LP
+Martini on the slang rocks, certified chatterbox
+Vocabulary 'Donna talking, tell your story walking
+Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother kid
+Run for your team and your "six can't rhyme" groupies
+So I can squeeze with the advantage and get wasted
+My deadly notes reign supreme
+Your fort is basic compared to mine
+Domino effect, arts and crafts
+Paragraphs contain cyanide
+Take a free ride on my thought, I got the fashion
+Catalogs for all y'all to all praise due to God
+[Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+The saga continues
+Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
+
+[Verse 4: U-God]
+Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet
+The thrill of victory, the agony of defeat
+We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow for
+Judgment Day cometh, conquer, it's war
+Allow us to escape Hell globe spinning bomb
+Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms
+Tunes spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound
+The fake false step make the blood stain the ground
+A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum
+A death kiss catwalk, squeeze another anthem
+Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anaesthesias
+My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas
+My music Sicily, rich California smell
+An axe kill adventure, paint a picture well
+I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sipping on ginseng
+Righteous wax chaperon, rotating ring kings
+
+[Verse 5: RZA]
+March of the wooden soldiers
+C-Cypher-Punks couldn't hold us
+A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober
+Perpendicular to the square we're staying gold like Flair
+Escape from your dragon's lair
+In particular my beats travel like a vortex
+Through your spine to the top of your cerebral cortex
+Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex
+Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream
+Heart terminal like Grand Central Station
+Program fat bass lines on Novation
+Getting drunk like a fuck, I'm ducking five-year probation
+[Verse 6: GZA]
+War of the masses, the outcome disastrous
+Many of the victim families save their ashes
+A million names on walls, engraved in plaques
+Those who went back received penalties for their acts
+Another heart is torn as close ones mourn
+Those who stray, niggas get slayed on the song
+
+[Verse 7: Masta Killa]
+The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple
+Stab wounds and leaks sounds that's heard
+Ninety-three million miles away from
+Came one to represent the Nation
+This is a gathering of the masses
+That come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan
+As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage
+The high chief Jamel Irief takes the stage
+Light is provided through sparks of energy
+From the mind that travels in rhyme form
+Giving sight to the blind
+The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
+Death only one can save self from
+This relentless attack of the track spares none
+
+[Verse 8: Ghostface Killah]
+Yo, yo yo; fuck that, look at all these crab niggas laid back
+Lamping like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack
+Codeine was forced in your drink, you had a Navy green
+Salamander fiend, bitches overheard you scream
+You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb
+Blowing like Shalamar in '81
+Sound convincing, thousand dollar cork-pop convention
+Hands like Sonny Liston, get fly permission
+Hold the fuck up, I'll unfasten your wig, bad luck
+I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch
+It's me, black Noble Drew Ali
+Came in threes we like the Genovese, is that so?
+Ceaser needs the greens, it's Earth
+Ninety-three million miles from the first
+Rough turbulence, the wave burst, split the megahertz
+
+[Verse 9: Raekwon]
+Aiyo that's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk
+Connect thoughts to make my man child walk
+Swift notarizer, Blue-Tang, all up in the high-riser
+New York Yank visor world tranquilizer
+Adjust the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives
+While my pen blow lines ferocious
+Mediterranean, see y'all, the number one draft pick
+Tear down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God
+The swift chancellor, flex the white gold tarantula
+Track truck diesel, play the weed God substantiala
+Max mostly, undivided then slide in sickening
+Guaranteed made 'em jump like Rod StricklandEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Method Man (Home Grown Version)[Intro: Method Man]
+One, two, uhh, one, one
+One, two, uhh, one, one
+M-E-T-H-O-D, Man
+M-E-T-H-O-D, Man
+M-E-T-H-O-D, Man
+M-E-T-H-O-D, Man
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Hey, you, get off my cloud
+You don't know me and you don't know my style
+Who be getting flam when they come to a jam?
+Here I am, here I am, the Method Man
+Patty cake patty cake hey the Method Man
+Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
+Peanut butter cause I'm not butter
+In fact I snap back like a rubber band
+I be Sam, Sam-I-Am and I don't eat green eggs and ham
+Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn
+You be like oh shit that's the jam
+Turn it up now hear me get buckw-w-wild
+I'm about to blow light me up
+Upside, downside, inside and outside
+Hittin you from every angle there's no doubt I
+Am the one and only Method Man
+The master of the plan, wrappin shit like Saran
+Wrap, with some of this and some of that
+Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat
+Over there, but I think he best to beware
+Of the diggy dog shit right here
+Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo
+Like Deck said this ain't your average flow
+Comin like RAAH ooh ah achie kah
+Tell me how ya like it so far baby paw
+The poetry's in motion coast to coast and
+Rub it on your skin like lotion
+What's the commotion, oh my lord
+Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
+Hey hey hey like Fat Albert
+It's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it
+It's the Method
+[Interlude: Method Man]
+Man, uhh, like that baby paw, uhh
+
+[Bridge: Method Man]
+I got fat bags of skunk
+I got White Owl blunts
+And I'm about to go get lifted
+Yes, I'm about to go get lifted
+I got myself a forty
+I got myself a shorty
+And I'm about to go and stick it
+Yes, I'm about to go and stick it uhh
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+H-U-F-F huff and I puff
+Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin
+Zoom, I hit the mic like boom
+Wrote a song about it like to hear it here it goes
+Question, what exactly is a panty raider?
+Ill behaviour savior or major flavor
+All of the above oh yeah plus seducer
+Also flam I'm the man call me super
+Not an average Joe with an average flow
+Doing average things with average hoes
+Yo I'm super I'll make a bitch squirm
+For my Super Sperm (check it)
+Check it I give it to ya raw butt naked
+I smell sess, pass the method
+Let's get lifted as I kick ballistics
+Missiles and shoot game like a pistol
+Clip is loaded when I click bang dang
+A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain
+J-U-M-P jump and I thump
+Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump
+Wow, the Shaolin style is all in me
+Child, the whole damn isle is callin me
+P-A-N-T-Y-R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I don't cry
+Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me
+Ooh I be the super sperm
+Chim chimmeny chim chim cherie
+Freak a flow and flow fancy free
+Now how many licks does it take
+For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break
+Peep and don't sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang
+Fadin motherfuckers like bleach
+So to each and every crew
+You're clear like glass I can see right through
+You're whole damn posse be catchin em all cause you vic'd
+And ya didn't have friends to begin with, I'm
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+M-E-T-H-O-D, Man
+M-E-T-H-O-D, Man
+M-E-T-H-O-D, Man
+Yes I am
+
+[Verse 3]
+Uhh, uhh, rappers crossing over to that R&B jinkx
+Walk around town like your shit don't stink
+Take it from me, hey G, you don't amaze me
+Shot me at point blank range but only grazed me
+Nothing mental, just plain and simple
+Lyrics you bust couldn't bust a fucking pimple
+Come here kid, what, let me tell you something
+You're like change of a penny, nothing
+Wham, oh shit, god damn
+Skippy, hit me, man I get fla
+Better yet hectic, wreck shit, I'm rowdy
+Like a license check this be Audi
+Tippy tippy tum tippy tah tippy tum
+Direct from the Shaolin slum, here I come
+Straight from the top, the cock, yo I'm fed up
+I put it in your ear and fuck your whole head up
+Wu-Tang's slang bang, up your butt crack and
+Straight from Staten, silky like satin
+Used to break cliques with stones and sticks
+Nowadays we do it with the macs and clips
+The method, man
+The method, man
+The method, man
+Yes I am, yes I am
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+M-E-T-H-O-D, Man
+M-E-T-H-O-D, Man
+M-E-T-H-O-D, Man
+
+[Outro]
+Uhh, 92 for the wu
+Now how brothers want it?
+With salt or butter, motherfucker
+A doo-doo chop, a doo-doo chop
+A doo-doo chop chopEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Dashing (Reasons)[Interlude: Inspectah Deck]
+The nigga had a pair of Air Olden Polynice's on
+Oh shit, the nigga had a pair of Air Christian Slater's
+Rebel I, slay the max, it's really Digital
+Rockin' the latest in, every day comin' at niggas
+Rockin' the latest in Ben Stiller-wear
+Fuck that, the next big thing, lay this as Hollywood niggas
+Now that's a money thing
+Yo, yo
+
+[Intro: Inspectah Deck]
+I was dashing through the hood
+Eighteens with the whip smoke gray
+Leavin' skid marks on five-oh
+Smokin' all the way (Hahaha)
+With my all-star team
+Bitches see our shine
+Yo, son, we gotta make that cream
+Whether raps or nicks and dimes
+[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
+They call me Rollie, watch me poly with the wide body Dinali
+Packed the bad hottie, rocked enough ice to play hockey
+I swarm like paparazzi
+She popped a wheelie on the candy apple Kawasaki
+Everything is sloppy, philosophical for those who copy
+I'll probably splash her tonight, don't block me
+Sippin' on rum, Bacardi got me toxy
+Plus the Cali 'dro holdin' me, I'm 'bout to 'scape like the Roxy
+Ever property, Monopoly, big shotti
+Snatch the cream, whether in the concert hall or in the lobby
+Used to be a hobby, got me duckin' Rudy Giulianni
+Like I'm still coppin' big eighths from papi
+Follow me, whether Mardi Gras' or house party
+It's wild like safari, ain't mean to catch the body
+But had 'em wobbly off the first blow, tryin' to knock me
+I'm known to pump ya blood like the theme song to Rocky
+Kamikaze, might karate lock ya head
+Like a natty dread, then pour myself Calarasi
+Professionally trained, I aim for your artery
+I give the autographs but charge for photography
+Not hardly kid, you awkward Godbody
+You'se a carbon copy, just started to rock Wally's
+Spark the broccoli, spaz off this ghetto opery
+Or catch the hot seat, you're batty bwoy without ya posse
+Seen
+[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
+Come come come, want more
+Without, son, give me the reason
+Come come come, want more
+Without, son, give me the reason
+Come come come, want more
+Without, son, give me the reason
+Come come come, want more
+Without, son, give me the reason
+
+[Verse 2: GZA]
+They couldn't get me, watch me move swiftly
+Broke the unmarked fifty with this cabby who was a gypsy
+He stayed tipsy, said he loved his bills crispy
+Drivin' the streets he kept heat on the night, shifty
+Quickly, who ring bells like it's twelve on Sunday?
+While the stage catch shells from forceful gunplay
+Mere fact that the track was a fierce counterattack
+All those who couldn't multiply were sent back
+No tanks, low rank, soldiers hittin' the heart
+Tainted the fabric of an empire, was torn apart
+Brought to a halt from a front full assault
+The chemist left the lab with undetermined results
+They say the swordsman sift electrical volts
+The audience go nuts with loose screws and bolts
+The archives automatically changed ya stiff vibes
+It was layin' in the zip drive from chest five
+[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
+Come come come, want more
+Without, son, give me the reason
+Come come come, want more
+Without, son, give me the reason
+Come come come, want more
+Without, son, give me the reason
+Come come come, want more
+Without, son, give me the reason
+
+[Outro: "Holy Robe of Shaolin Temple" sample]
+Your faith in Shaolin is courageous
+You blind fool we have our teachings to share
+Our joy with the people
+And there too suffer for them as well
+You have learned your style well
+Wu-Tang StyleEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Rushing Elephants[Intro: Raekwon]
+Yo, yo, yo, what up kid? Yo, these niggas is back, son
+(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm telling you, spit that, done it nigga
+Yeah... yeah... yeah, yeah, I seen it like a Zenith, man
+You hear me man? Word up, man, ya'll know what it is
+It's on again, man, for real, Top Gun, what what
+
+[Raekwon]
+Aiyo, we came through thumping like elephants
+The new Range is super-charged, I remains intelligent
+Back to the formula, lord, hard grammar
+This is God school, make sure the lobby ain't jammed up
+Excalibur swords, T-Rexes, bibles of rhymes
+We in the lunchroom, we eat veggies for breakfast
+Polo campus, sicker lances, the crisp
+Hundred dollar kick niggas, that be showing you dance steps
+Back to the dormatory, where niggas
+Broke my forearm and index finger, now you write glory
+True holding my flag, it's all engraved in my blade
+So when I wave it, you gon' say Rae mad
+Now it's 28 Days Later, now Wu's up, do something, you can't
+It's blood in my eye, I might get amped
+To rip something down, the billboard holders is back
+So when you see me, you gon' say he gets down
+
+[GZA]
+From darkness to DNA, I move with my brother
+And we resonate, energy that shifts in colors
+Bringing MC's punishment, then I'm done with it
+The meter leave way on the fast break, I run with it
+It was not a hobby, but a childhood passion
+That had started in the lobby and was quicky fashioned
+Every line to line, bar for bar is clockwork
+Hazardous and powerful enough to have your block hurt
+Check the total amount of MC's inflicted
+With torture, from moving with work that's restricted
+We criticize producers til they joints are right
+Then acupuncture the track with pinpoints of light
+Hitting them from well conceiled firing positions
+With explosiveness that'll make the deaf listen
+Drastic, pyroclastic, connected with the same old
+Down the dangerous slopes of an active volcano
+[RZA]
+Blitz like the Green Bay Packers, sack like the linebackers
+Hang with niggas, like redneck crackers
+Strangle cold bottles of Beck's, like a vexed German
+Duck low behind the car, my tech burning
+Neck burning, from eight karats of sunlight
+Absorbed, in the grill, Big Pun like
+Lord of the Wu-Tang sword, know what that means?
+Like J.R. Tolkien, it's the Lord of the Rings
+This is my man, Chef, auto, like Grand Theft Auto
+The 18th letter, followed by the mark of Zorro
+Plus A, not for apple, but I pack an apple
+Shorty try to buck back, and knock me off the saddle
+Caramel, pecan, sundae, praline
+Plump breasts, was filled with saline
+Her big booty cousin, nasty Nadine
+Get you on the floor, whore tried to double team
+
+[Masta Killa]
+Is he still that nucca? Is he in the hood like that?
+Is he really strapped? Will he really split yo' shit?
+I thought you said he rap? Pull up in the yard, ten sets
+He ain't flexing, microphone ripping, heat holding
+Who testing? Rope-a-dope his black lotus
+Can't quote this, chat with the sword tongue
+Duck when the axe is swinging, wild Apache drum
+Crazy Horse kicking his thoughts, he won't quit
+Can't tell 'em nothing, he grown, give the man room
+Space was demanded, beat banging through the speaker
+Voice, heat seek missle, guided at the listener
+Swing to the gospel, catch up and wet at the brothel
+Unstoppable, direction of my flow, optional
+To the ear, depending on the current of air, the crowd's inEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Windpipe[RZA]
+Yo, Yo, Yo, doodododo boodododo, yo, pssh, yo, yo
+Parked the Jeep on the street of the Sunset Marquis
+Autograph sign in pass wit' a gold tip Sharpie
+Permanent ink blots, I'm drunk on Red Label scotch
+While you faggots try to judge my shit like Ed Koch
+Underground left and right pan surround sound can't re-scan
+Be an enhanced video tape, Steadicam
+Gold and chrome, Desert Eagle never left at home
+To the track of the beat, watch Bobby flip the metronome
+High voltage, keep my seed and Wiz well-cultured
+Kill enemies by mailing them the poison through postage
+I open and fold ya, Dirty fucked a ogre
+I'll leave the cats that book of food stamps, they make cold cuts
+Then buy some Equal, a fifty-sack of that lethal
+Or just be boostin' bloody cube steaks from Key Food
+
+[Hook 4X: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+What party can you go to
+And I ain't there you bitches actin like you don't care
+
+[RZA]
+You bitches actin' like you don't care
+You bitches actin' like you, YO
+Razor blade toenails cut holes inside tube socks
+Gold and platinum fangs unstainable, I chew rocks
+Cybertech digital suit, deflect bullets
+Black hooded, surrounded by forty acres of wooded
+Land, like my cousin dusty dirty ass Dan
+Fucked the daughter of the leader of the Ku Klux Klan
+Tapes we dub, pound you wit the ace of club
+Clobber your tree to a shrub
+Tongue kiss a lion then kidnap her cub
+Passionate portrait, my bitch spread eagle, wild orchid
+Pussy so wet you could fuck it wit' a soft tipped dick
+Tickled her tonsil, you could hear her coughin'
+I don't know if Dirt fucked Mariah, but I'm out to fuck Tyra
+Starks might fuck Mya
+[Break: Ol' Dirty Bastard over RZA "doodododododo"ing]
+I'm the pussy vampire
+I don't wanna work no more
+I want my own island
+
+Chorus
+
+[Ghostface Killah]
+Yo I'm bent out three days two nights yo I'm spent out
+One hell of a cruise New York got they hand out
+Like I owe somethin, check they stance they frontin
+I'm two seconds from twistin y'all shit over nothin'
+All a sudden ice grills kid you did a baby bid
+In the mix, almost hung yourself, slit ya wrists
+To the maximum, hand me the forty I'll thrash 'em
+Split out, guess who gassed 'em, made Ghost throw his mask on
+Trauma the block pro, bar sledge slang ho
+Runnin from two assaults, in rap and I might blow
+World Cup, some been blessed wit the Stanley
+Ivan Lendl lend you autographed racket wit the hankey
+Sideline manuever, polished wack MC remover
+Niggas wit long nails cuttin me, leavin bruises
+Cantelopes, tied a thousand on y'all folks
+Came home, this dusthead dude tryin to play me close
+Sweepin, peep fears, Liz wants to chop in this kid
+I might do magic make him disappear
+Railroad that nigga, Isotola Coca-Cola holder
+Snap the granola, sprinkle ginko bola
+Venom from a cobra, laced in the cummy ball odor
+Soaked through a strainer, here's a dose of
+The King James version, displayed just like Samsung
+Wit effects that'll kill Rogers 007
+Hanna Barbera, heart's the opposite of Bambi the deer
+Fuck wit mics like Sonny and Cher
+Or maybe the Captain & Tennille, immaculate golden seal
+Nice like Mr. Whittendale your girl Chippendale
+Shallah Price all up in ya dogged-out trench
+When I snatched that, shit was broke shoulda sent ya ass back
+And where's the key to the hatchback, pop that
+Get in throw a bag full of mic's in there, respect that
+[Girl - repeat 2X]
+What party can you go to, and Wu ain't there
+These niggas actin like they don't care
+What party can you go to, and Wu ain't there
+These hoes actin like they don't careEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Weak Spot[Intro]
+If only we can lay our hands on that vixen Yu Shin Hua
+Then all our problems will be over...
+Yu Shin Hua!
+
+[Hook]
+You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed
+
+[Verse 1: RZA]
+The quintessence, father of the hip hop renaissance
+My slang been around before baton and Benetton
+I've been on, fingerprint, two finger tips
+So when I squeeze the rubber grip, release the clip, then leave the clip
+C-Cypher Pigs can't identify it
+The true and living God, son, we exemplify it
+The most complicated 'formance of life, we simplify it
+Bzzz, don't knock it til you try it
+Flying dagger, make 'em stagger, then I take a swagger
+Ice cold Jägermeister, take a drag of
+Humboldt County kush, fly like the Nike swoosh
+Bruce Almighty got more problems than Spidey, look
+Old Brooklyn, Putnam Avenue crook, I've been tooken
+All around the world, rooked it then, drive back in Brooklyn
+Good looking, son, yo, don, bring the hook in
+You can never find Zig weak spot, stop looking
+[Hook x2]
+You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+From the continents to Croatia, I'll flame a lamester
+With the new slang, much more to show ya
+These rocks change, Glock fully, hot pellets
+Have me running through the hall, it's on, like you being chased by the relic
+Can't nothing harm me, yo, I move through any project
+With logic, few semi's, hide in the cockpit
+Scream out, Shallah and I'ma tap in, harder than Tinactin
+Don't try to play the fella, I'll blacked in
+Moving all miraculous, the slap smiths of the rap game
+Say my name backwards, you'll get back changed
+Black man, black hooded, moving through the city
+Like you Batman, still you so pussy, like Catwoman
+Don't bother the Legion, more squeezing, more reason
+To light a new block up, cause me to cement shit
+Powerful block shoppers and all niggas getting that guac
+Dare you to try to find my weak spot
+
+[Hook x2]
+You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed
+[Verse 3: GZA]
+I stay on the sixty-four squares, while controlling the center
+Trading space for material, the time zone I enter
+It's calculated by movement, from pushed pieces
+Advances in development, once the pawn reaches
+The 8th ranked, now heavily armed with a tank
+My opponent's base is threatened, soldiers cut with shanks
+Moved all my small pieces, emcees are driven back
+Unable to avoid capture from the attack
+Such movement, is naturally quite unsound
+Men is badly placed upon dangerous grounds
+Loosening their position, before they were strongly posted
+Before the double rooks had approached it
+They must've been quick to ignore the principles
+Rock a V and an effective God is invincible
+A strategic plan, just the way I envisioned it
+Many fallen soldiers in complete imprisonment
+[Hook (x4)]
+You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed
+
+[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+I tell you, right, right, right, in ya muthafuckin' face
+Muthafucka, you know, well, you know muthafuckin' well
+When…we don't play that shit, or, I don't play that shit
+That's just Wu-Tang. You know, I'm the nigga
+That...that, give it to ya raw
+When I said "First things first, man, you fuckin' with the worst
+I be stickin' pins ya head, like a fucking nurse
+I'll attack any nigga who slack in his mack
+Come fully packed with the fat rugged stack
+Shame on you, when you step through to
+The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zu"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Closing[Raekwon]
+Yeah, yeah
+I see everything
+I see everything
+YouknowhatI'msayin?
+It's like when we come through
+You better have your fuckin third eye open
+You know, cause thats what time it is, youknowhatI'msayin?
+Cause it's like, when you walk, you striving for perfection
+That's what we doing
+Understand?
+So all that little fake shit out there
+We know the science on that
+We done seen that shit from, from from difference of angles
+YouknowhatImean?
+It's like, yo kid, for real
+Wu-Tang, we set off a lot of shit in this shit kid, youknowhatImean?
+But you know, you know us, we play it calm, humble
+YouknowhatImean?
+But I just be checking out niggas darts and I be like
+Damn, them niggas, them niggas is really, really, really, really, really thinking this their shit!
+Uh ha, uh ha ha
+YouknowhatImean?
+But it's all good cause I'm the soul controller, youknowhatImean?
+Rather I say we the soul controllers
+The bottom line, like I said
+Deal with freedom, justice, equality
+You know?
+Keep shining, add on
+Food, clothing, and shelter
+All my niggas, go pick up uniforms
+Go, when you buy this album
+Go pick up uniforms, for real
+YouknowhatImean?
+Cause don't think we doing this just for anybody
+We doing this shit for certain niggas, kid
+Certain people rather
+Certain-certain fans, certain supporters
+Certain delegators, word
+What the fuck man, I'm tired of seeing these
+Fake ass niggas fucking, running with the fucking globe
+Ain't even, ain't even really seeing it the way it, it should really be seen, youknowhatImean?
+It's like, if you going to spread mathematics
+Spread it right
+YouknowhatImean?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Execute Them[Intro: sample, Raekwon, (Masta Killa)]
+Execute them, execute them
+Execute them, execute them
+Yeah, y’all mothafuckers know, turn my shit up, mothafucker
+Wild the fuck out word up, fuck the radio
+1998 (Word up)
+Whippin’ illegal on y’all beagle-lookin’ mothafuckers
+
+[Chorus: Streetlife]
+Slang bang to wax, torture pack, pump it to max
+Till your heart collapse, fully auto rap
+Might lose your eye sight, blood type, a-alike
+Snake bite, gorge on this mic, I live to write the hype
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Yo
+Jane we spin off, slang dames wanna hit off
+Check it slovak' lock it down, lames get off
+Jewelry match, range rack, Fist of Fury-act
+Don po, 600 glow, Wally Mack
+Poly like that, It's real (Execute them), diabolical
+Logical, strange chokehold, kill less possible
+Flip a wig blindfold, rewind the scroll
+Clip full-mode, flip on the glow, blow
+Rock a arm-fold, Taurus the bull with pull
+Sit back, calmful, the Timberland coat wool
+Hailin' from my neck down, rounds flip clowns
+Buyin a loyal bitch gowns, go down, fuck them clowns
+While we healin, minds, wheelin labs wit cathedral ceilings
+Dryer, hitman for hire, alien flyer
+[Chorus: Streetlife]
+Slang bang to wax
+Slang bang to wax, slang
+Slang bang to wax, torture pack
+What what, step up, throw your sword up
+
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+Aiyyo, witness the abduction, villa destruction
+Blood rushin, from a universal standpoint
+A lotta shorties bustin, but they gotta cum some
+Before they can test my steel
+I send a grandson to let em feel one, bodies not worth my gun
+PC don, w-w-MastaKill.com, heavily armed
+We roam, through the dark damp litter of the forest
+Exploerer lives gold, bless em wit a c-note, throw em overboat
+Slit his stomach so the body won't float
+The vigilant, infinite patient I stand as commanding chief
+Mad thorough, competition's intense from every inch of the borough
+
+[Chorus: Streetlife]
+Slang bang to wax, torture pack, pump it to the max
+Till your heart collapse, fully auto rap
+Slang bang to wax, torture pack, pump it to the max
+Till your heart collapse, fully auto rap
+Might lose your eyesight, bloodtype, a-alike
+Snake bite, gorge on this mic, I live to write the hype
+(Execute them) I live to write the hype
+[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck]
+Murder verser, twenty beam rap fiend server
+Rhymes nurture minds, bustin’ like twin burners
+Certified live, five million eyes left wide
+Inside we split the grand prize
+Won it by a landslide, dance by the rest
+They fit in contest but they pose no threat
+Street corner warrior, cause crowd disorder
+And glide like rollerblades 'cross your recorders
+(Execute them) Soldier of fortune lost in the madness
+Brandish your weapon or get dropped to the canvas
+Po' bandit hold the belt single-handed
+Most Demanded Assassin is what I'm branded
+Far from your standard, universally
+Planted jewels in the minds of fools left stranded
+One man hit force, my shirt ripped off
+Squeeze a full clip to kill the bullshit then I dip off
+
+[Chorus: Streetlife]
+Slang bang, slang bang to wax (Execute them), torture pack, pump it to the max till your heart collapse, fully auto rap
+Mmight lose your eyesight, bloodtype a-alike (Execute them)
+Snake bite, gorge on this mic, I live to write the hype
+(Execute them… Execute them…)
+Slang bang to wax, torture pack pump it to max till your heart collapse
+Sla-slang bang to wax (Execute them), torture pack
+Pump it to the max till your heart collapse (Execute them), fully auto rap
+Might lose your eyesight, bloodtype a-alike
+Snake bite, gorge on this mic, I live to write the hype
+I live to write the hypeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Saga Continues (Outro)[Intro]
+One more, one more
+One more for you, hold on
+Yo, yeah, uh
+One more 'fore he hit the door
+We got one more 'fore he hit the door
+Check it, yo
+
+[Verse: RZA]
+Southern baptist, southern baptist
+I used to be a southern baptist
+I used to be a southern baptist
+Evangelist appear with seven candlesticks
+Now the Qur'an is on my mantle
+I meditate before I channel this
+Energy from the North
+I can put Loki on a cross
+I snatch the hammer from Thor
+Then knock Odin off his horse
+I choke Hercules out with his own chains
+My strong game in front of Clark Kent
+I finger-fuck Lois Lane
+At the same time I pick-pocket Bruce Wayne
+I got his credit card, his ID, assets to his caveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Don’t Stop[Chorus: Masta Killa]
+Don't stop, never stop, can't stop
+Don't stop, never stop, can't stop
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Cash rules everything around me, I'm fresh out the slum
+Rich bum nigga, now I live dumb
+Talking 'bout that cream
+Leaning in the Tower of Pisa
+Seven visas, got condos in the jungle
+The mind stay rich but the pockets is well-filled
+Let's violate this lil' area, get milk
+I'm telling you, man, you don't want no part of this, fam
+Get punched in the water like clams
+KKK, slices, they one of the nicest
+Stainless steel, sharp swords, dipped in ricin
+Everybody eating, everybody full
+Just a young bull lighting a Phillie, still a willy
+Ball on 'em, in the Bentley with the wall on 'em
+Yo, I'll sleep when I'm dead, like the hood, homies
+Who get it cracking in the park, homes?
+Park Hill narco, smoke and let the bones turn to charcoal
+Let's get richer, kid
+Signature Louis Rich, won't stop until there's billions in this bitch
+
+[Chorus: Masta Killa]
+Don't stop, don't stop
+Don't stop, never stop, can't stop
+Don't stop, never stop, can't stop
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+I grew up on the rhyme side, that "gotta get mine" side
+That white girl, we mix it with quinine
+You players try and ball from the sidelines
+While I'm aging like fine wine
+You internet thuggin' somebody timeline
+Between love and hate is a fine line
+And these habitual line steppers can die trying
+A New York Islander, my clique's NY Giants
+A pocket full of NY (K)nicks for my clients
+Y'all ain't buying, stop crying and stop lying
+Hakuna Matata, no Mufasa, I'm not lion
+You try to spit on that hot iron, you not iron
+The irony 'cause that last shot just shot by him
+So let's start it with this, son, motivate him with this one
+If you ain't got no haters, go get some
+Is anybody greater? There is none
+Assorted Now And Laters my Clan got too many flavors to pick from
+
+[Chorus: Masta Killa]
+Don't stop, never stop, can't stop
+Don't stop, never stop, can't stop
+
+[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck]
+Deuce high when I start my game
+It's like, you should see it live dog, all you see is sparks and flames
+I grab bags and I park my ways, the way I have 'em all locked
+You would think they gave they heart to bae
+Bet on us, baby, ain't no better odds to play
+It's hard to fake, my real life is on display
+Either love or hate whatever part you play
+I take the best of both worlds like R. and Jay
+Own boss, no third party
+Produce more murder than Irv Gotti
+Like I'm working on my third body
+Deck, kill it quick
+24/7 bed rest, that's how ill it get
+Can't stop if I mash the brakes
+Got the cash it takes, I might flash my face
+Half an eighth got me floating like I'm trapped in space
+Not safe for your workplace, a basket case
+[Chorus: Masta Killa]
+Don't stop, never stop
+Can't stop getting this guap
+Fat money knot, hammer cock, curry hot
+Cook a fool, hit the block
+No shorts, bring it back
+Flipping this, stack that
+Free it up, weigh it up
+Don't stop, never stop
+Can't stop getting this guap
+Fat money knot, hammer cock, curry hot
+Cook a fool, hit the block
+No shorts, bring it back
+Flipping this, stack that
+Free it up, weigh it up
+Quest for success with my mind on my money
+Came a new rhyme saying "Wu-Tang is the best"
+Music
+Yeah, peace to Khaled
+
+Dialogue
+
+[Outro: RZA}
+Don't stop, never stop, can't stop
+Don't stop, never stop, can't stop
+Don't stop, never stop, can't stop
+Don't stop, never stop, can't stopEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Take It Back[Sample]
+On the firing line... lock, one round load
+Ready on the right? Ready on the left?
+Ready on the firing line? Watch for your targets
+
+[Intro: Raekwon]
+Yeah
+Yeah
+Pay attention
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon & Raekwon & Inspectah Deck]
+Welcome to the fish fry where niggas get burnt to a crisp
+Jump out the pot—"Yeah, yo, I got this"
+Long armor, construction's on, I'm pro-drama
+Catch me in the wildest beefs, I bring bombers
+Bearded like Talibans, booted, my black ninjas'll come through
+Tuxedos on with the gold llamas
+Priceless like emeralds, check out the ski mask
+King Tut's nephew gave it to me for three bags of heron
+Don Baron, sniff a bag of blow
+Fifth out, running up in Saks with the ill army
+Shake feds, play dead—"Yo, check out what Rae said"
+Lay on ya hands, let the Branson break bread
+High energy, all my niggas are kin to me
+Regardless how it go down, I still get ten a ki'
+Beware of my enemies, y'all remember me
+Nikes with the low goose on, and I been a beast
+Wilding in my headphones, red in my stones (Uh-huh)
+Good ganja out, if I die fill up my headstones
+With water, dough, acid and gold classics
+All my niggas who pump, the spirit'll jump out and grab shit
+Max with the laser on 'em, staircase caskets
+Broke bugged thugs in the hallway maxing
+[Interlude: Inspectah Deck & Sample]
+Still them 1-6-Ooh niggas
+Straight up
+Whoa, hold up, hold up
+
+[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
+The nozzle aim rip through ya frame for pocket change
+Fiend for the Rush Hour 4 then pop a vein
+Thousand-dollar corks pop, pause or get off top
+Used to be a general, just lost your spot
+"Animal House," two grand'll handle your mouth
+Beast mode with the G-Code, cancel 'em out
+Son, I've seen Hell, fell into the palms of Satan arms
+Don that I am, made 'em bow in the face of God
+Graveyard-shifting, different day, the same thing
+The name ring, then, the chain swing, and dames cling
+Money green, Maury kicks, whips and new fitteds
+("It was all a dream") Advocated by the few who do live it
+Bloomberg make a nigga cop the Mausberg
+Shorty ain't a shorty, he a shooter like Wahlberg
+Old man told me, "Don't be blind to deception
+Only strive for perfection homey, your mind is a weapon"
+
+[Interlude: Sample]
+Relax
+You got your muscles tight
+Relax
+Word... Word...
+[Hook: Method Man & U-God]
+First we told y'all niggas, then we showed y'all niggas, huh?
+We gon' take it back with this
+By the time you get a show, we've been all around the globe, huh?
+We gon' take it back with this
+Before you even had a name, you was screaming "Wu-Tang"
+We gon' take it back with this
+When we was running on the block, you was under ya pops, remember
+We gon' take it back with this... let's go
+
+[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
+Yo, yo, yo, armor truck money, Shazam bangles
+Play the throne like Julius Caesar, gorilla mob, slash, Killah's gaurd
+Fake passports and visas, all of my goons
+They be carrying spoons because boo be having massive seizures
+Hot chocolate lovers, guns is published
+Detroit bitches out of town be dying to fuck us
+This is real talk, shank lullabyes
+Ben Franks, we like Jet Blue, we stay hella high
+Curl on the dumbell L, we can't even S-P-E-L-L
+MTV or TRL
+Supreme novelists, we rank superior, guarding the post
+Down low in the 'jects, got it locked in your area (Get up)
+Ain't tryna hurry up
+We like rebel niggas powdered up, wilding in the streets of Liberia
+No matter the crime, I'm beating the case
+If I'm wrong, a chair'll hit a judge right in his face
+Shitting shanks out, come to court dates (Ugh)
+Mittens on shines with blood Wallys that's the color of wine
+[Verse 4: U-God]
+Yo, talk to me, my criminal mystique
+Kick back the boards, six thousand a week
+Pay homage, what the don beat, you're a minor threat
+I see your sweat roll down your cheek
+And you're soft and sweet, your talk is pork
+Get murdered in New York when I enforce the heat
+And the cost ain't cheap, my advice is priceless
+Bring back the life that you thought was lifeless
+The way of the gun, son, who the nicest?
+S.K., no stun gun, smooth devices
+"Time Crisis," I played the game, low lifers
+In a brawl, rip the phones out the walls in Rikers
+Vipers in the infirmary rooms with slicers
+Shiesters with hate in their blood might bite you
+Fuck that bitch if your wife don't write you
+Cancel her, buy another one just like her
+Pipers in the bucket of ice taste righteous
+Today's mathematics when we build in cyphers
+The baby automatic kill like Air Force strikers
+I'm still Asiatic when I spill the hypeness
+
+[Interlude: Sample]
+The dark, and this place will come here
+That's right!
+
+[Hook: Method Man & U-God]
+First we told y'all niggas, then we showed y'all niggas, huh?
+We gon' take it back with this
+By the time you get a show, we've been all around the globe, huh?
+We gon' take it back with this
+Before you even had a name, you was screaming "Wu-Tang"
+We gon' take it back with this
+When we was running on the block, you was under ya pops, remember
+We gon' take it back with this... let's goEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Da Glock[Intro]
+Good thing we brought the Glock
+
+[Verse 1: U-God]
+It's the block party, niggas just bust shots
+Good thing we brought the Glock
+Thought you had props, with your gangsta bop
+Good thing we brought the Glock
+Meet me on the hill or the Ave Hill top
+Good thing we brought the Glock
+You like what you see, my shiny ass rocks
+Good thing we brought the Glock
+
+[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
+I'd fuck the shit out of Patricia Drummond
+Looked out the window and her man was comin'
+Good thing we brought the Glock
+Catch me at the Ruckers game
+Playin' the side with my spaghetti chain
+Good thing we brought the Glock
+Riker's Island shanked down
+There go them niggas who blew Hal my nigga
+Good thing we brought the Glock
+I'm at the ATM
+Niggas lookin' sneaky in the grey BM
+Good thing we brought the Glock
+[Verse 3: RZA]
+Twenty drunk crabs try to push through the back door
+Good thing we brought the Glock
+Five boxcutters drawn they was ready for war
+Good thing we brought the Glock
+That's that thug down from Southside who tryin' to front son
+Good thing we brought the Glock
+Little dog bout to flip, someone fucked his baby moms
+Good thing we brought the Glock
+
+[Chorus: U-God & Cappadonna]
+Never leave home without it
+Good thing we brought the Glock
+Y'all niggas ain't 'bout it, 'bout it
+Good thing we brought the Glock
+Never leave home without it
+Good thing we brought the Glock
+Y'all niggas ain't 'bout it, 'bout it
+Good thing we brought the Glock
+
+[Verse 4: Masta Killa]
+You niggas thought somethin' was sweet
+Cause we rollin with the seeds today
+Good thing we brought the Glock
+Back in the A-Train, Halloween
+Niggas in masks, want my name ring
+Good thing we brought the Glock
+It's Brooklawn day, Pinkhouse day
+Park Hill Stapleton day
+Good thing we brought the Glock
+That same cat we stomped out
+Seen him at Eastern Parkway, the Parkway play
+Good thing we brought the Glock
+[Verse 5: Raekwon]
+We in the spot where the money's marked
+NARCs just jump through the window, yo
+Good thing we brought the Glock
+Them niggas killin' young niggas at will
+Check how they did my little man son
+Good thing we brought the Glock
+We ain't slaves, we just rich renegades that's paid
+Born in the ghetto, yo
+Good thing we brought the Glock
+Up in the staircase, flooded with cakes
+Screwfacin' with the dirty eights
+Good thing we brought the Glock
+
+[Chorus: U-God & Cappadonna]
+Never leave home without it
+Good thing we brought the Glock
+Y'all niggas ain't 'bout it, 'bout it
+Good thing we brought the Glock
+Never leave home without it
+Good thing we brought the Glock
+Y'all niggas ain't 'bout it, 'bout it
+Good thing we brought the Glock
+
+[Outro]
+Good thing we brought the Glock
+Good thing we brought the Glock
+Good thing we brought the Glock
+Good thing we brought the GlockEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Execution In Autumn[Produced by Frank Dukes]
+
+[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
+You stepped in the pit of the flame
+You're lost on Beat Street, I'mma throw spit on your name
+Hear the roar when they mention the name
+It's like Mike when he score with like two seconds left in the game
+Small change don't step in my lane
+I rock too hardbody, I click-bang, give 'em the pain
+Nah man, can't get with them games
+Your boy born with it, so how you gon' get him to change
+You a lame putting shit in the game
+Piranha wanna see me in the state greens and prisoner chains
+But I'm smooth like the groove to the listener brain
+And you only understand it if you been through my pain
+Icy white spitters in frames
+Hustle in my blood, bet my seeds gon' get it the same
+Yes indeed I'm destined to reign, so ahead of the game
+All aboard y'all get on the train
+
+[Raekwon]
+Banana clip Mac-aholic, I slap your cap then join
+Go in the freezer, got a skeezer tits out the toilet
+Niggas is Norbits, running up on a dice game, call it
+Preacher suit on, holding a raw fifth
+Put that call in, his dough in the wall, stall him
+Plastic bags laying in the floorway, yep
+It's just dog's day, reservoir out in Utah, yo
+Where my dope and marijuanas got bought in
+Real Nikes, afford 'em, we pay to have a roast
+Assassins is strapped, this the only way the yay grows
+More leverage, more sevens, riding around with legends
+Paying judges off, we be up in New York repping
+[Verse 2: RZA]
+Miramax movie magic, cold beer on tap, rumor has it
+Words put ideas on track
+Footprints, I walk on Earth and appear on maps
+Strive for at least 2.5 mill a year on cap
+Wu Wear on my cap, dime piece on the lap
+Three hundred push-ups a day put the crease on your back
+Be the cap-fitting lieutenant black man
+Who invented chopping samples up, to make the beats that's ascended to
+Every genre of music, the whole sphere of music
+I produced, arranged, engineered the music
+
+[U-God]
+My ear candy been dope, my pen stroke like Zorro
+Hit the heavy bag like Foreman in the Congo
+Mini transmitter, night vision in the stronghold
+Rock long robes, smell snakes with a strong nose
+Every time the horn blow the Wu signal's back on
+Transform, pack form, a whole 'nother platform
+We coming back for 'em to smash the spot, kid
+I'm on your team too, pass me the rock
+Til the casket drop I'mma flip your wig
+Rip clothes, honey didn't know my dick this big
+You get kicked in the ribs with two chrome gauge
+Deadly venom, I send 'em back to stone ageEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Clap[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Call it the Hollow Bone syndrome line
+Select sweet nine, face this, watch his whole face lift
+Bracelets, murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped
+Caked out, half a million dollars in coats
+Flows is genetic, the Corleone connection in all
+Selection, stock brokers with coats on
+Make coke suggestions, all twin glizzies
+Fireman, Gucci boots on, sideways action
+Murder niggas fear me yo
+Cash that he did Clinton, rentin' his mother crib out
+We send organize the Bill of Rights get lid
+Drugs that Hendrix was on, conversatin' like the Dutch
+Richie Conaway, Goodfellas who honor Rae
+Flows that blow thru your roll and Holland
+Everybody now, trip up niggas, in clicks we posin' rhyme black
+Half the year, half my niggas sittin' upstairs
+Takin' pictures of ya niggas wack gear
+
+[Chorus: Ghostface Killah (U-God)]
+Listen to the (Clap)
+Real niggas (Clap)
+Rich niggas (Clap)
+My bitches (Clap)
+If you love pussy then y'all niggas (Clap)
+If you love to get ate, then ya ladies (Clap)
+If you real fucked up, then ya'll niggas (Clap)
+If you bare witness to Allah y'all (Clap)
+Aiyo you see me on the big screen y'all niggas Clap
+(Jeans with a gangster lean, y'all Clap)
+Good hats, sloppy automatics that Clap
+(Big shit, thunder) Get around that
+[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
+Porcelain floors with a dog named Ginger
+Bottle cap niggas that rhyme, we the winners
+Then slide thru your hood in hoods
+Me, Cliff, Patrick, Gary Grice and my man C. Woods
+Holdin' up gorilla, two niggas got a hold that shit
+One shot and ya mans on it
+The little kids watch from down the block
+Jury box, murder hop, six stash botch, fit hit the ran spots
+Spit at the statue with cash and throw dough at it
+Fuck bitches raw, why? Cuz I'm a pro at it
+Big birds danglin', cameras snatch, flash and pop from every angle and
+2000 Mark Damon'in
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Clap ya hands now, Clap, Clap ya hands now, Clap, Clap
+Clap, Clap ya hands now, Clap, Clap, Clap ya hands now
+People Clap ya hands
+
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+I drink till I'm drunk
+Smoke skunk, with my stinkin' ass, smell the funk
+Eekin' out the pores, cum stain, shitty drawers
+Pissin' down ya elevators shaft, no class, writin' graf' on ya walls
+It be us, fuck ya law, niggas my cause is "because"
+No yin to my yang, it's a black thing
+Used to be in chains, now we snatch chains
+Took the crack game applied it to the rap game, y'all
+Pop quiz, now, what artist hits the hardest?
+Get down with the syndrome: retarded
+I think it was them swordsmen
+Place them chess pieces on the boards and
+Take it to the square, this ain't no Yakool affair
+Or a New World Disorder, got us, fuckin' the coal miner's daughter
+That y'all, but not us
+[Chorus: Ghostface Killah (U-God)]
+Listen to the (Clap)
+Real niggas (Clap)
+Rich niggas (Clap)
+My bitches (Clap)
+If you love pussy then y'all niggas (Clap)
+If you love to get ate, then ya ladies (Clap)
+If you real fucked up, then ya'll niggas (Clap)
+If you bare witness to Allah y'all (Clap)
+Aiyo you see me on the big screen y'all niggas Clap
+(Jeans with a gangster lean, y'all Clap)
+Good hats, sloppy automatics that Clap
+(Big shit, thunder) Get around that
+
+[Outro: kung fu sample]
+During this time, I intend to teach you the Shaolin poem
+The rules and commandments, that void, deceit
+Cruelty and unkindness, always help the weak
+Never despise the poor, always respect yourselfEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Soul Power (Black Jungle)[Intro: Flava Flav, (Raekwon)]
+Two thousand and two! (Lookin' like a tennis player)
+Representin the Wu! (You gangsta nigga?)
+Two thousand and two! (You? You isn't!)
+Representin' the motherfuckin' Wu! (Stand for it right now)
+Two thousand and two!
+You know how we do!
+For you and your crew!
+Representin' the motherfuckin' Wu!
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Aiyyo catch me coolin in Aruba, one sneaker on
+Lookin' raw beautiful, a blue Ruger, who you lookin' at?
+600 whale, steel color, Brazil love us
+Y'all niggas is fake—all y'all do is steal from us
+Remember this line, I'm that nigga word to my mother
+Slap one of y'all fake ass niggas
+Reefer from Egypt daddy we rock magnums
+All big niggas heavy on the wrist play diss niggas
+Ghost story blow 'em, RZA throw the fork through 'em
+Me, Wonder Woman cousin, jewelried out, talk to him
+Hammers that bust endlessness, cover terrorism what?
+Slide in the 7, measure the whips
+
+[Chorus: Wu-Tang Clan, (Flavor Flav)]
+It's soul power! (Two thousand and two!)
+Soul power! (You know how we do!)
+Soul power! (For you and your crew!)
+Soul power! (Representin' Wu!)
+Soul power! (You know how we do!)
+Soul power! (Two thousand and two!)
+Soul power! (For you and your crew!)
+Soul power! (Representin' Wu!)
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+I'm a dollar and a dream from seein' a brick
+In grimy hallways, slingin' nicks and treys
+When it's on then it's on and poppin, shots lickin'
+I'm spittin' this shit for the hood, Glock clickin'
+Tension in the street, we stressed, still wanna eat
+I walk through the valley of death, the hotstepper
+Holdin' red pepper, everybody on reach
+I need a beat to expand, the mind guide the hand
+Pen stroke, excellent quotes of literature
+Nights over Egypt, black as Arabia
+Gundeliro self I savior, I need the (uh)
+
+[Chorus: Wu-Tang Clan, (Flavor Flav)]
+Soul power! (You know how we do!)
+Soul power! (For you and your crew!)
+Soul power! (Representin' Wu!)
+Soul power! (You know how we do!)
+Soul power! (Two thousand and two!)
+Soul power! (For you and your crew!)
+Soul power! (Representin' Wu!)
+
+[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
+Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, I got the whip smellin' like lemon
+Roger Clemens jerseys the man blew seven cold coolies in the Worthy and
+I crush those rappers, keep the toast near the rad-iator
+We like our guns warm, it's easier to make the papers
+Stayed off, the cape came off, Ghost G'd off
+The track's like doin' six months and I'mma beat off
+At the airport attention always flow in my direction like
+You let the best then sparkle his perfection and
+Bitches be askin' them, Ghost you got so much shit
+You need to cash in, bracelets matchin 'em
+[Verse 4: U-God]
+Line Cadillacs to blocks, Richard Pryor, Redd Foxx
+Jukebox records, flatfooted cops
+Get automatic systematic jumpin in your socks
+Mama's apple pie in the park hopscotch
+Reunited on the radio, Wu-Tang superb
+In the sprinklers girls double-dutchin on the curb
+Sinatra, the pop the Jackson 5 recordings
+Uptown Saturday, "Cotton Came to Harlem"
+Ringmaster circus was, Bailey and Barnum
+Crack a Coca-Cola, summer heat was my boredom
+Dr. J before Jordan, Al Green on the organ
+When Rerun did the dance, the whole world saw him
+The blackout fears, Foxxy Brown, Pam Grier
+Ford motor gear, your life and times queer
+"Smokey the Bear", Burt Reynolds gray hair
+Throw 'em some gems, throw up your fists and say yeah, it's
+
+[Chorus: Wu-Tang Clan, (Flavor Flav)]
+Soul power! (You know how we do!)
+Soul power! (For you and your crew!)
+Soul power! (Representin' Wu!)
+Soul power! (You know how we do!)
+Soul power! (Two thousand and two!)
+Soul power! (For you and your crew!)
+Soul power! (Representin' Wu!)
+[Skit: Flavor Flav & Method Man]
+— I'm the nigga that got you talkin bout "Fight the Power"
+— Aiyyo, Flav
+— Whassup, Meth?
+— What you know about niggas from Long Island right?
+— Huh?
+— True Long Island right?
+— All my life!
+— All your life, right?
+— All my life!
+— Westbury
+— Word up, Freeport, Long Island, Roosevelt, Long Island. And, and, an-an-and went through Westbury too! You from Westbury?
+— Nah, I got family in Westbury, New Castle Park and them
+— Oh, stop jokin', I ain't know that! You from Hempstead? Yo, man, my family from Hempstead! The Heights, man!
+— Yeah, and I live
+— Word up, come on, man
+— 'Race Avenue
+— Oh, what?
+— 'Race Avenue, Hundred Terrace Avenue
+— Stop jokin', the El Dorados, nigga what? I got family up in El Dorados right now, nigga, word! That's where I'm from, that's my block! That's my block right there! Aiyyo, ha-ha. That's right y'all, that's right, it's all good. Me and Method Man from the motherfuckin' hood! So get it from the Bricks to the fuckin' wood!
+— Yeah, niggas!
+— Knowhatimean? Word up to the bird up. They caught the bird, made him soup, now I sip from out my cup, nigga, ha-ha-ha. Oh, yo, man, you just hit me in the head with a brick for real. You got me bleedin' from the side of the head, Meth (*Mumbling*)
+— You're a beautiful fuckin' person
+— Yo, Meth… Yo, Meth… Yo, check one-two. Without me havin' my finger in the plug. I'm gettin' shocked anyway, ha-ha-ha
+
+[Outro: "Flag of Iron" sample]
+"Since you're all so skilled let's fight your way—Shaolin style. Come on!"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Stick Me for My Riches[Intro: Gerald Alston]
+Ooh-wee
+Mm, mm-mm-mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
+Yeah, ah, ah
+
+[Verse 1: Gerald Alston]
+See I was raised out on these mean streets
+I'm from the projects, right where poverty and hell meet
+I'm searching everyday to find a better way, I've gotta
+Hustle still to get my pay before I hit bottom
+Now, some might say that I'm already there
+But who are they to judge or question what I do, son?
+So I don't care
+Tired of eating cheese sandwiches with no meat
+Tired of watching all the players from the same seat
+So it's a life of crime; some might sing or rhyme
+To escape the ghetto before the flatline
+Choices to make, what am I gonna do?
+Got to use my talents—they gonna pull me through
+
+[Hook: Gerald Alston]
+Now, with success, I become a target
+They wanna set me up
+I guess more money equals more problems
+They wanna get me, wanna hit me, strip me of my riches
+Ooh, ooh, ooh
+They wanna cut me up in pieces, leave me deep in ditches
+Yeah, ah
+And I can't take it (Mm, mm-mm, mm)
+But I'm gonna make it (Yeah)
+Ohhh, oh-oh-oh
+Fight to stay alive
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+I was raised out on these mean s-streets
+You know, where poverty and hell meet
+Brothers get jail, and life's for sale, cheap
+Since Mama held me in her arms
+To tell me that it's a cold world, I done held heat
+And held myself down, lot of bodies and shells found
+And niggas into taking everything that ain't nailed down
+We fell down
+Ain't hard to tell now
+I ain't trying to see the cell now
+Or see momma put her house up for bail now
+So I'ma give all I got to try and get that guap
+Nigga, I'm hot with this hustle—go 'head and get the cops
+I use my talent to get more figures
+Unlike these lil' cornerstore niggas
+Go change your drawers, niggas
+
+[Hook: Method Man, Gerald Alston, Method Man & Gerald Alston, & Inspectah Deck]
+Now, with success, and I've become a target
+They wanna set me up, take me hostage (Mm, yeah)
+Or take me down some notches
+They wanna hit me, wanna stick me, get me for my riches
+They wanna diss me, wanna clip me, leave me stiff in ditches
+And I can't take it
+This ain't no game; my life ain't nothing to play with
+No, no, but I'm gonna make it
+Face it: Money is power, and I'ma make it, make it
+Yeah, ha!  I'm gonna make it, ooh-ooh
+Yeah, we gon' survive, yo
+Yeah, okay
+[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck]
+In my city, gritty blocks; little love, plenty cops
+Few rise, many drop; True Lies, semis cocked
+Fishscale already rocked; heavy shots that we drop
+New guys on every block; blue eyes and red dots
+Pregnant mothers, broke fathers; more money, more problems
+So hungry, won't starve 'em; work hard and, so, pardon—
+I got mouths to feed, I got pounds of weed
+I need some more, another store, another house's deed
+An X amount of G's: the reason pounds'll squeeze
+And strip you naked, basic, tryna make it out the P's
+Don't ever doubt a G
+And have me spazz like 'Face with the K, and my nose all powdery
+It ain't about the streets; it's 'bout the beast within
+That won't give in to 'lice, down to bleed, and see
+
+[Hook: Inspectah Deck, Gerald Alston, Inspectah Deck & Gerald Alston, & RZA]
+Now with success and I've become a target
+They wanna set me up, take me hostage (Mm, yeah)
+Or take me down some notches
+They wanna hit me, wanna stick me, get me for my riches
+They wanna diss me, wanna clip me leave me stiff in ditches
+And I can't take it (Yeah)
+No, no, but I'm gonna make it
+Yeah, yeah, turn the beat up a little right here
+Yeah, I'm gonna make it, oooh
+Yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo, just, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
+[Verse 4: RZA]
+A-yo, RZA, Meth, GZA, Deck; Ghost and Chef be cashing checks
+Killa Cap be snapping necks; Street and 'Zilla flash the Tec
+Sacrifice a savage life if he tryna bag my ice
+Tag a price on merchandise—tell me, is it worth ya life? (No)
+
+[Break: Gerald Alston]
+It's a cold, cold, cold world
+You can't be playing games with my life
+I've gotta fight to survive, fight to stay alive
+
+[Verse 5: RZA]
+A-yo, metal pipes ignite, sparking fire, light the darkness night
+Trying to stick me for my riches, now y'all bitches taking flight
+Major business, raise the digits, tried to strike me for my life
+Slice and dice, men or mice, GZA tell 'em what it's like
+
+[Verse 5: GZA]
+A-yo, money making, people flaking, Cash Rules, fuck the bacon
+Earth's quaking, head is aching, bank stop, dice shaking
+Times are hard, so are jobs, scheming niggas wanna rob
+Use a hoe to slob ya knob, hit you with unruly mobs
+Stab you in the back and smile, watch you bleed for a while
+Hating on the agile, steal ya name and bite ya style
+Hold you for a ransom note, Goliath cutting David's throat
+Grab ya vest, abandon boat and leave you out at sea to float
+
+[Hook: GZA & Gerald Alston]
+Now with success and I've become a target
+They wanna set me up
+I guess more money equals more problems
+They wanna hit me, wanna stick me, get me for my riches
+They wanna diss me, want clip me, leave me stiff in ditches
+
+[Outro: Gerald Alston]
+And I can't take it
+No, no, but I'm gonna make it
+Yeah, oh, I'm gonna make it, ooh, yeah
+It's a cold, cold, cold world
+I got my hand on my gun, they got a brother on the run
+Yeah, it's a cold, cold, cold world
+You can't be playing games with my life
+I've gotta fight to survive, fight to stay alive
+This ain't a game, this is my life
+Keep pushing me to the edge, I'm gonna push back
+And you won't like that, it's guaranteed you won't like that
+When ya laid down, laid flatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Radioactive (Four Assassins)[Intro: samples]
+You will be punished (Wu-Tang style)
+For all your evil deeds (Wu-Tang style)
+Be warned—you will suffer (Wu-Tang style)
+Justice is here! (Wu-Tang style)
+
+[Verse 1: GZA]
+Slept on this hazardous enterprise
+Hit from the back from a long range attack in disguise
+Weeks of captivity became months
+Those who were holdin' it down now hold a pump
+Do we delay the conflict and prolong the suffer?
+Got a mass of starvin' niggas wanna eat supper
+Unfair corruptions lead to abductions
+Creatin' wider circles of destructions
+So we attack with the cannon blazing
+From the terrifyin' to the fascinating
+Quick to slay a narrow minded nigga that's hasty to give credit
+Full of hostile overtones mixed with wack edits
+They heavily defended airfields
+But their bodies rot behind punctured steels
+When I greeted you, you didn't hear peace in my voice?
+Or that water was my liquid of choice
+Forensic couldn't tell it, it was nine tons of steel pellet
+Powerful projection, noise is deafening
+Carrier battle groups that's threatening
+Higher level bombing, plus
+The shipment in hand known as alarming, bells ring loud
+In the same crucial manner but different style
+[Bridge: "‎Holy Robe of Shaolin Temple" sample]
+Wu-Tang style
+Wu-Tang style
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Ayo once again, all blunts again
+Yo the real remain silent, any type of violence I'm in
+Allah's helpful most innovative raps
+That brought wealth through, shot out the belch too
+We holdin', automatic semis with sick lines
+Run up, body niggas, break down shoddy niggas
+Styles so sharp, state of the art
+Greater the mark, flyest creator sprayed layin' darts
+Flowin' like water, Apocalypse Now
+Gun out blaow, wow the shit's wild when you short us
+Runnin' through parkin' lots, don't get caught
+Let off, bark your shots, we out of here, off the blocks
+
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+It ain't all to the good, muh'fuckers hatin' in the hood
+Gotta a hundred wolves waitin' in the woods
+For the Clan's forthcomin', I'm issuing  the game a court summons
+And fugitives of rap caught running
+Y'all get locked up, everything was wack 'til we popped up
+And got it on and poppin' like Orville Reddenbacher
+Partner, you ain't got no wins in mi casa
+Wu-Tang got ya, like every ghetto got a Tasha
+Request lines are now open, you see these MCs chokin'
+And thinkin', "What's that shit they be smokin'?"
+I'm so focused, simple chronic halitosis
+Keep my shit funky when I spit this braggadocious
+{*hach, spit*} Y'all niggas got some fuckin nerve
+To critic what I write, that's my muh'fuckin word
+Blah blah blah, like N'Sync
+Kiss that ass bye bye bye knahmsayin'? I ain't playin'
+[Verse 4: Masta Killa]
+Many shall come, few chose to stay exact
+Track after track I'm fightin' for survival
+Before me I see hills and mountains then sway
+The words gotta move and the crowd's like the ocean
+I walk water holdin' y'all suspended with the vocal
+What's the total people that came to see the gods?
+I gave thought talent, construct my best poetry
+Potentcy, high-level content
+Side effect may cause a tec to eject, many places
+All ages, streets to cages, split faces
+Shoutin' nuff love to the peeps from Miami
+We live from Pulaski, it's Fred Glassy
+
+[Outro: "‎Holy Robe of Shaolin Temple" sample]
+Wu-Tang styleEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Black Mamba[Intro: Ol’ Dirty Bastard]
+Black Mambaaa!
+
+[Chorus: Ol’ Dirty Bastard]
+Uh-huh-huh, Black Mamba
+Uh-huh-huh, Black Mamba
+Uh-huh-huh, Black Mamba
+Uh-huh-huh, Black Mamba
+
+[Verse 1: RZA]
+Yo unbreakable steel sword swingin,’ face the Black Mamba
+Deadly Vipers, squeeze ya life out like anacondas
+In the story, off wit ya head, the scene is gory
+Single-edged steel blade designed by Hattori
+Hanzo. You see the signature above the handle?
+Try to strike out, you get ya arm dismantled
+Chief of the Yakuza’s wicked like Medusa
+With Crazy 88’s too, ‘bout to meet ya maker
+
+[Verse 2: Ol’ Dirty Bastard]
+Ol’ Dirty Bastard swordplay
+Dirt McGirt be pickin’ up skirts on 4th and Broadway
+Japanese bitch be suckin’ my dick
+Puerto Rican hoes be lickin’ my split
+California Mountain Snake on the bed
+Be givin’ my head while I’m countin’ my cake, crushin’ up an 8th
+Of that snow white shit, in the Pussy Wagon not hittin’ the brakes!
+[Chorus: Ol’ Dirty Bastard]
+Uh-huh-huh, Black Mamba
+Uh-huh-huh, Black Mamba
+Uh-huh-huh, Black Mamba
+Uh-huh-huh, Black Mamba
+
+[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
+Baaam, hidden swordstyle hits, I wish
+A nigga would test the Black Mamba, in a spit like the coma
+Fill his Copperhead with the hollow tip lead
+Yo, who wanna dance with the fertile lands’ deadly state?
+Cottonmouth sticky from the Af’ gooey
+Blowin’ smoke through the Viper Pit
+Hold a listener tight, mic constrictor
+Words from the theater, swift as Krishner
+
+[Chorus: Ol’ Dirty Bastard]
+Uh-huh-huh, Black Mamba
+Uh-huh-huh, Black Mamba
+Uh-huh-huh, Black Mamba
+Uh-huh-huh, Black MambaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Gun Will Go[Intro: sample (Sunny valentine)]
+Get it burn it, get it burn it
+Get it burn it, get it burn it
+Get it burn it, get it burn it
+Get it burn it, get it burn it
+(The gun'll go, the gun'll go..., the gun'll go...)
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Aiyo, one thing for sure, keep you of all
+Keep a nice crib, fly away, keep to the point
+Keep niggas outta ya face, who snakes
+Keep bitches in they place, keep the mac in a special place
+Keep moving for papes, keep cool, keep doing what you doing
+Keep it fly, keep me in the crates
+Cuz I will erase shit, on the real, note, you'se a waste
+It's right here for you, I will lace you
+Rip you and brace you, put a nice W up on ya face
+Word to mother, you could get chased
+It's nothing to taste, blood on a thug if he gotta go
+All I know is, we be giving grace
+This is a place, from where we make tapes
+We make 'em everywhere, still in all, we be making base
+Y'all be making paste, these little niggas, they be making shapes
+Our shit is art, yours is traced
+
+[Hook: Sunny Valentine]
+This is the way that we rolling in the streets
+You know when we roll we be packing that heat
+The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go
+The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go
+The gun'll go, the gun'll go...
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+This is, Poverty Island, man, these animals don't run
+Slums where the ambulance don't come
+Who got the best base? Fiends waiting to smoke some
+Approach something, ask him where he getting that coke from
+My dudes hug blocks like, samurai shogun
+Cause no V and no ones, equaling no fun
+Who want to treat they nose, huh? Body'll go numb
+My woman need funds, plus her hair and her toes done
+It is what it is though, you fuck with the kid flow
+That make it hard to get dough, the harder the kid go
+Harder the piff blow, harder when it snow
+The pinky and the wrist glow, this here, what we live for
+Get gwop, then get low, but first thought
+We gotta get the work off, the gift and the curse, boss
+Yeah, see I'm the shit yo, the dirt in the fit, no
+Hustling from the get-go, the motto is get more
+
+[Hook: Sunny Valentine]
+This is the way that we rolling in the streets
+You know when we roll we be packing that heat
+The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go
+The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go
+The gun'll go, the gun'll go...
+
+[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
+We was quiet flashy brothers, strapped all along
+With the dirty .38 long, twelve hour shift gate
+Took case, state to state, you think he won't hold his weight?
+Put ya money on the plate and watch it get scrapped
+We get ape up in that club, off that juice and Henn
+And it's a no win situation fucking with them
+You mean like Ewing at the front at the rim, finger roll a Dutch
+Million dollar stages touched, techs, gauges bust
+Trust no one, the lone shogun, rugged Timb boot stomper
+Damaging lyrical mass destruction launcher
+Nothing can calm the quakeage when I break, kid
+Peace to my brothers up north, doing state bids
+[Hook: Sunny Valentine]
+This is the way we be rolling in the streets
+You know when we roll we be packing that heat
+The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go
+The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go
+The gun'll go, the gun'll go...
+
+[Hook 2: Sunny Valentine]
+Whoa... this is the way we be rolling in the club
+You know when we roll we be packing .32 snubs
+The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go
+The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go
+The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go
+
+[Outro: sample to fade]
+Get it burn it...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Liquid SwordsWhen I was little, my father was famous
+He was the greatest samurai in the empire
+And he was the Shogun's decapitator
+He cut off the heads of a hundred and thirty-one lords
+It was a bad time for the empire
+The Shogun just stayed inside his castle and he never came out
+People said his brain was infected by devils
+My father would come home he would forget about the killings
+He wasn't scared of the Shogun, but the Shogun was scared of him
+Maybe that was the problem
+Then, one night, the Shogun sent his Ninja spies to our house
+They were supposed to kill my father, but they didn't
+That was the night everything changed
+
+[RZA]
+See, sometimes, you gotta flash 'em back
+See niggas don't know where this shit started
+Y'all know where it came from
+I'm sayin' we gonna take y'all back to the swords, we bounce, yo
+
+[Verse 1: GZA]
+When the MC's came
+To live our their name and to perform
+Some had, to snort cocaine to act insane
+With before Pete Rocked it on, now gone
+That the mental plane to spark the brain
+With the building to be born
+Yo, RZA flip the track with the what to guy
+Check 'em check chicka icka etta, uhh
+Fake niggas get blitzed
+And mic bites I swing swords and cut clowns
+Shit is too swift to bite you record and write it down
+I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe
+On some loud howl shit, to insert a fiend
+But it was yo ock, the shop stolen heart
+Catch a swollen heart from not rollin' smart
+I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurt
+Shit's played, like Zodiac signs on Sweatshirt
+That's minimum and feminine like sandals
+My minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble
+Energy is felt once the cards are dealt
+With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts
+That attack, the mic-fones like cyclones or typhoon
+I represent from midnight to high noon
+I don't waste ink, nigga I think
+I drop megaton bombs more faster than you blink
+'Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed
+Clouds of smoke, of natural blends of weed
+Only under one circumstance is if I'm blunted
+Turn that shit up, my clan in da front want it
+When the MC's came
+To live our their name and to perform
+Some had, to snort cocaine to act insane
+With before Pete Rocked it on, now gone
+That the mental plane to spark the brain
+With the building to be born
+Yo, RZA flip the track with the what to guy
+Check 'em check chicka icka etta, uhh
+I'm on a Mission, that niggas say is Impossible
+But when I swing my swords they all choppable
+I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper
+Child educator, plus head amputator
+'Cause niggas styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers
+Lyrics are weak, like clock radio speakers
+Don't even stop in my station and attack
+While your plan failed, hit the rail, like Amtrak
+What the fuck for? Down by law, I make law
+I be justice, I sentence that ass two to four
+Round the clock, that state pen time check it
+With the pens I be stickin' but you can't stick to crime
+Came through with the Wu, slid off on the DL
+I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells
+Now come aboard, it's Medina bound
+Into the chamber and it's a whole different sound
+It's a wide entrance, small exit like a funnel
+So deep it's picked up on radios in tunnels
+Niggas are fascinated how the shit begin
+Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin
+When the MC's came
+To live our their name and to perform
+Some had, to snort cocaine to act insane
+With before Pete Rocked it on, now gone
+That the mental plane to spark the brain
+With the building to be born
+Yo, RZA flip the track with the what to guy
+Check 'em check chicka icka etta, uhhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Projects International Remix[Raekwon the Chef]
+The Fuck?
+It's just the new way of thinkin
+Light up the broccoli kid
+Throw the relish in my back pocket
+Keep your eyes open
+Push your seat back, just flow...
+That's how we doin it
+
+Bound by honest sword take over the set; rap from here to Que-bec
+Throw up the tech, crash your intellect select a vet
+Swimsuit mammal handle, yo every fly vandal go to project
+Slam you like Hamill's wife 'fore the scandal
+Wally sandal just a sample, my niggas fertilize thoughts
+Yo mad support drink a quart then bamboo
+When nasty can blew, my pen sterile won't perform if I'm not lampable
+Askin my man'll get you slapped down; play the anthem
+Lit it who wit it champagne get it, that's the ticket
+Solid nines soundin like crickets snatchin worker shipment
+Pull the air, long dick it, we talk right before we left lifted
+Just like a long sleeve, guess who rip it?
+
+[God] Projects
+[Rae] My niggas survive, just like a movin target
+[God] Projects
+[Rae] Where niggas live and some sell garbage that's
+[God] Projects
+[Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin
+[God] New York projects
+[Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin
+[Method Man]
+Sign of the times, conspiracy to overthrow the mind
+Behind every fortune there's a crime
+This technique is tech-9
+Blast at any Close Encounter of the Third Kind
+This be the evil that man do, we dismantle, any adversary
+Them niggas all thumbs and can't handle, my flurry
+Hear me, you jam all you want to scare me
+Don't even kid me, shit in my coke aimin at cha kidney
+Pressure, Red Hot like Chili Pepper
+Black 'n Decker, hardware avoid the leper
+Five o'clock shadowboxer, hold down the sector
+Bet ya bottom dollar lecture, be hard to swallow
+Double oh-seven mark
+The secret agent that Max/well and Get Smart, through entertainment
+Welcome to The Killin Fields, with Johnny Dangerous
+Headbanger boogie niggas goin thru changes
+
+[God] Projects
+[Rae] My niggas survive, just like a movin target
+[God] Projects
+[Rae] Where niggas live and some sell garbage that's
+[God] Projects
+[Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin
+[God] Projects
+[Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin
+[Ghostface Killah]
+Suck my dick it's the kid with the fat knob
+I bust all into ya face, plus it come in globs
+Quick get on your knees, with yo' sweet pussy let it breathe
+Two fingers is all in your hole, think I can fit three
+Your pink lips, spread it in shit, let me throw my dick in
+Grab my shit and place it gently, on your clit
+Ping-pong pussy, wide world of wombs titty saggin
+Stomach on some scriveled up prune shit
+Too much air in your pussy you screamin that it's
+TALKIN TO YOU DADDY, fart's breathin out your lips splashin my dick badly
+Use vinegar, to try to tighten up your ginger
+All-mighty dick, ran in with a cape, some call him engine
+Lightning rod bob, black candy cane attatched to God
+Thick, like a great adventure cigar, in your garage
+Pregnant pussy have you fall out, like Remi on the house
+Watch the teeth for slobbin my shit
+You bit it on the couch, dry pussy leave the friction burns
+Plus beef I hone, the condom broke
+Bitch you got AIDS I'm shakin in my bonesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Entrance (Intro)[Intro: Raekwon]
+Hahaha
+Welcome
+Time to shoot back down to the 36 chambers
+The 36 chambers of death
+Home of Wu-Tang Clan, WTC
+I'll tell you this
+All my Liquid Sword niggas
+All my Cuban Linx niggas
+Tical niggas
+Those riding through the darkness with us
+This is one official right here, I'm telling you that
+Keep it 2000 with y'all
+Flashnet nigga returns to the guillotine
+Poisonous darts, shattering swords nigga
+Cutting heads off, strangling
+Word of my mother
+Yes indeed, yes indeed
+So we gon' hold court
+Sit back, relax
+Light your blunts, niggas
+And listen
+
+Once upon a time in Shaolin
+The saga continues
+Motherfuckers
+[Sample]
+My Lord don't you worry, I have a good idea
+I'll get ahold of the Wu Tang sword manual
+I'll get it for you
+I don't care how, get that bookEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Starter[Hook: Sunny Valentine] + (Tash Mahogany)
+She's my number one gangsta chick (my starter) She's my number one starter chick
+She's my number one drafted pick, she's my number one line on the hit
+I only wanna see it (my starter) It's truly needed, When the ball drops...
+Anything she say, you know I'm gonna do (my starter)
+Watch out, watch out, when that ball drops...
+
+[Streetlife]
+You's a starter, like Candace Parker
+Take flight like Skywalker, might wolf it on ya father
+Student Athlete, player of the week
+G.P.A. 4.0 and her game's complete
+Skintone buttercream, all defensive team
+Dreamgirl like Jennifer Hudson, you're my Queen
+To be, I'm ya King, keep ya under the wing
+Together we can capture the ring
+You the human highlight, body type, just right
+Hairdo stay tight, go hard ball all night
+All-star shine so bright
+Hall of famer, about to take the game to new heights
+You're my number one draft pick, McDonald classic
+No look dunks to the basket
+Yeah, yeah, that's mine, that's mine...
+
+[Hook]
+[GZA]
+Blunt smoke, fifth hundred stroke
+I'm going nuts, full clip, shoot up her fat lips
+And round butt, catch Heat when I'm In Too Deep
+The answer beeps, she take dives on the busiest streets
+Whatever situation or the circumstances
+Outdoor, indoor, she's taking the chances
+Hotel, motel or Holiday Inn
+Overlooking that bible, she continued to sin
+Spread wide on the desk, paperwork all in a mess
+While the ceiling fan blowing her dress
+Ten minutes of jerking along with the slurping
+Her skirt hid her talent until I raised the curtains
+Showtime at the Apollo, she'll follow my lead
+Then get on her knees, then swallow her pride
+Strapped and ready to ride
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Inspectah Deck]
+Yeah, that's my down bitch
+That's my down bitch, anything she do for her man
+If it's lying on the stand, fish frying in the pan
+She a Queen like Liz the third, wicked curves
+On her worst day still rocking linens and furs
+How she do it in the sack, jazz music in the back
+Flat blew a nigga back, act two, I'm into that
+Damn right, she the star of my team
+When we stepped on the strip, baby girl, we the heart of the scene
+Whether Brooklyn, Bronx, Manhattan or Queens
+Staten Island, she styling, if not, she's not seen
+Playboy status, every man's lust
+She acting all shy, but she likes handcuffs
+[U-God]
+I'm the first on the court, first to hit the dance floor
+The floss in this rap sport, what more can ya ask for?
+Let ya glass pour, Wu-Tang is here now
+All my Independent Women, time to let ya hair down
+Bottles popping, everything is fair ground
+Fresh legs, window shopping, can't help to stare it down
+You'se a starter cuz I chose ya first
+Baby, you'se a starter, where you throw that skirt
+Lady, you'se a starter, way ya hold it down
+Yeah, I'm Cold Blooded, then ya love my style
+This is rush hour traffic, first one to merk off
+It's like clockwork, first to get ya work off
+I'm the workhorse, Killa Bee performer
+Pro darter, starter, not a bench warmer, what?
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro: kung fu sample]
+You've learned how to kill
+Every moved you've learned is trained to that end
+Yet, we wish to preserve life
+The first thing to learn, is that difference
+Then you can start training with us, from the beginningEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Windmill[Intro: Raekwon, (samples)]
+(Make me yours)
+He get out of line, break his fucking arm
+You know how it go
+(What am I supposed to say? Yeah)
+You know, word up
+Not playing the games with these niggas, man
+(Somebody tell me what do I do)
+None at all, man, hit ‘em off, none of that, man
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Aiyo, jump out the Acura, crazy heavy, what's popping?
+Us locking the game, word to every hand on the locman
+Street gwop, everybody eats, sweep blocks
+This is a message, ain't go no grams, we gon' beatbox
+Study like lessons, niggas in the game biting the grain
+You knowing where it came from, stop it
+You thought we wasn't coming? You dumbing, you blunted again
+Watch Lex get that dough out ya pocket, rhyme all 'pallegic
+Can't nothing move when I rhyme, when I drop lines it's law out in Egypt
+Love ups, don't need no batteries now, what?
+The only niggas that'll glow'll be us
+Yo, throw me in Sin City, leave me with the vultures and bats
+Then give me two weeks to bubble like Kim titties
+Dirt Dog, we miss you, now it's time to murder the game
+Cuz if things change, you know it ain't against Wu
+[Chorus: sample]
+What am I supposed to say? Yeah
+Somebody tell me what do I do
+What am I supposed to say? Yeah
+
+[Verse 2: GZA]
+We keep it hot, keep the heat on the block
+We never stop, drawing water up until it begin to drop
+Raining with the patchwork of puzzles
+That was written in the year of the dragon
+More raw than you could ever imagine
+How much of a great blessing to a rap city
+Where the youth is organically fed, from the Witty
+Unpredictable, Talent And Natural Game is lyrical
+Analyze the picture, the portrait, the visual
+A Cuban Link Chef cooks spaghetti that's untied
+RAGU nigga whose tomatoes are sundried
+He gave y'all niggas whiplash from bling bling
+But my rhyme'll give ya hot flash and moodswings
+Math shed light on divine secrets, then science leaked it
+For the lower level creatures that can't peep it
+I observe MC's, regardless
+From a neighboring world which is ten times the sharpness...
+
+[Chorus: sample]
+What am I supposed to say? Yeah
+Somebody tell me what do I do
+[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
+Let the track wind and ya mind flow free
+Remain conscious on this ride to ya best ability
+Infinity, back to the source of which it came
+Energy, see it change forms, atoms being born, never ending
+On and on and on and, travel with me
+Not trying to convince the pack, that it's a fact
+For those who can't adapt, I lived it, shitted it back
+We have agreed, you'll feel the impact of the truth when I'll squeeze
+The brain feels something pop, hip hop, locked in texts
+Fat checks, fly whips, jewelry, chicks
+Enough kicks, fitted crown, buttoned down
+Underneath the white T lies the four pound
+This is forty-five minutes of menacing
+Dismantling, any MC opponent stepping in the zone
+Get ya face blown (Get ya face blown)
+
+[Chorus: sample]
+What am I supposed to say? Yeah
+Somebody tell me what do I do
+
+[Verse 4: Inspectah Deck]
+Observe the word, when I speak, get the truth's heard
+True to the curb, Wu classic is the new birth
+Spreading the blessing across seven continents
+Arm of the trench, there's no form of defense
+Entertainment, nine swords swing rapid
+Check the techniques, first bow to The Abbott
+Witty Unpredictable, gritty individual
+Valid, if it's Actual, Talent and it's Natural
+Game, rugged like the train, pump it in ya vein
+I and I ride or die under the name
+W-U, the primary, ya secondary
+Definitely not necessary, the legendary
+You printed the blueprints to do this shit
+Moving the youth in the bricks
+Spit poison tipped darts that rip hearts
+Through the chest, when I manifest my sick art
+[Verse 5: Method Man]
+Speaking my mind, fall in line when I spit mine
+Still in my prime, still'll shine til it quit time
+If this is a crime, find me guilty, I'm so sublime
+So rapid with rhymes, sayin' I'm slacking is asinine
+Revealing the truth, catching feelings, it's still the Wu
+Gorilla the booth, body armored, them killa proof
+In living proof, I'm the Wittiest Unpredictable
+Most Talented rap muthafucker you ever listened to
+
+[Verse 6: Cappadonna]
+I'm a hustler, I grind til my pack is done
+Give a seed mad knowledge til they crack and run
+Can't nobody fuck with me, I'm just too nice
+Smack niggas in they head everytime I write
+Yo, I'm straight from Park Hill where the guns is popping
+Where them little black kids do they grocery shopping
+Go to school fucked up, it's Africa Island
+We poor in the bricks but inside it's nothing but talentEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Get Them Out Ya Way Pa[Intro: RZA]
+If you got it, light it up (8X)
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Ain't no shook in 'em, Pyrex pots is hot, fiends is cooking 'em
+Little niggas hugging the block, cops is booking 'em
+Women hugging they purse when they spot the crook in 'em
+Back when little J got shot, pops was whooping 'em
+Little noses dripping with snot, ock, now look at 'em
+The ghetto got a hook in 'em now, drugs, stay pushing 'em
+Used to throwing dirt in these blunts, now, it's kush in 'em
+Used to tell these chicks to shut up, now, he's shooshing 'em
+Get cash, get that ass or put a foot in 'em
+Iron Flag, flag that cab, Bedford and Put-e-nam
+There ain't no puss in 'em, dick, dildo, or gush in 'em
+Niggas still got that juks in 'em
+
+[Hook 2X: Ghostface Killah] + (Raekwon)
+If he front then we stomp 'em out (Get 'em out ya way pa)
+If he drunk and he run his mouth (Get 'em out ya way pa)
+If he front then we stomp 'em out (Get 'em out ya way pa)
+(Get 'em out ya way pa, move, move, move)
+
+[Verse 2: U-God]
+I'm seduced by the chrome, it's a ruthless poem
+It took a little time to get his juices going
+Producers know him as the kid with the Iron Palm
+Righteous hammer examine the firearm
+Approach or get fired on, permanent chest scar
+Empire Strikes Back, check out the Death Star
+Bless y'all, wet y'all, do the impossible
+Where I'm from we use dum-dums in the arsenal
+Highly sparkable, get stretched off the knuckle check
+Known to scuffle, I take it to the upper deck
+Universal conquest, kung fu buckle vets
+In a dufflebag, max yo, a couple techs
+Give 'em ear hustle, Wu brand we programmed
+Next time we dance, it won't be a slow jam
+I fear no man, son you get lynched up
+Nigga bitch get Frankenstein stitched up
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
+Yeah, voice skipping off percussion
+Give it to 'em how they love it, slow flow, deadly, beloved
+All praise the daunting calm yet
+So alarming, without a word being spoken
+A thought with no voice, just a nod and a look
+The contract was took, straight cash, off the books
+A major pawn took a Don, look, he's armed
+With a few black rooks from the heart of the Crook
+Shook ones look while they hung him on Hercules hooks
+They found his body near a shallow brook, escaped on foot
+Switched the look up, out of state, he got the hook up
+The flipped cake, thought lighter than the feather
+Yet heavier than weight when my mindstate starts to break
+Take cover over RZA instrumental
+I'm damn near invincible, it's simple
+
+[Hook 2X]
+
+[Outro: kung fu sample]
+Tell me, what are they like?
+They got holes in the top, five round holes
+While I was watching, this stranger, hit them
+But his fingers went right through the bone
+So then, they've... mastered it
+It's some style of kung fu, you know it?
+The Skeleton ClawEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Wu-Tang LogoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Sucker MC’s[ODB]
+Daddy's home, your daddy's home to stay
+
+[Meth]
+Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo same time same channel
+Nasty vandals too hot to fucking handle
+Bring the ruckus to all you knotty head fuckas
+Shit's like Hammer Time, niggas can't touch us
+
+[RZA]
+Straight up and down Wu-Tang forever
+Come tougher than DJ Run's leather
+Make a better tomorrow
+Condition your atmosphere, air like feathers
+The fire come, transmit vire come
+The higher sire come, we burn your wire
+Wu-Tang be number one...
+
+[Meth & RZA]
+Four years ago a friend of mine
+Asked me to say some MC rhymes
+So I said this rhyme I'm about to say
+The rhyme was Meth and it went this way
+
+Yo, we took a test to become an MC
+All the withers in the crowd got amazed at me
+God threw me inside his Cadillac
+The chaffeur drove off and we never came back
+Meth cut the record down to the bone
+And now I rock solid chrome microphones
+Now we signing autographs, with cheers and laughs
+Champagne, caviar, and bubble baths, but see...
+
+That's the life that I lead, you sucka MC, we G-O-D
+Take that and move back, or catch a heart attack
+Because there's nothing in the world the gods could ever lack
+
+I chill at the party in my b-boy stance
+Walk, cap low, 45 in my pants
+Fly like a dove, that come from up above
+My nigga's Iron Lung but you can stay one love
+
+It's just a one two three a three a two one
+Throw your blunts in the air for the god Iron Lung
+Blow them right in your face with the bass
+You messed up, come in first place, the real rap taste
+
+First come, first serve basis
+Coolin' out boo, take you to the def places
+One of a kind for you people's delight
+And to you sucker MC, you know it ain't right
+Bet you bite all your life, cheat on your wife
+Run in a gun fight with nothin' but a knife
+Bangin' with your boy, slingin' with the crew
+And everybody know what you've been through
+It's the one two three three two one
+Throw your blunts in the air for your dunn Iron Lung
+Smoke in your place with the highs and the bass
+Come in first place in the real rap race
+Go uptown, buy a bag of brown
+You sucker MC, a sad face clown
+Gettin' OD ready to rock crowds steady
+You drive a big car get your gas from Getti
+[ODB]
+I'm ODB in the place to be
+Didn't go to St. John's University
+In the streets of Brooklyn I acquired the knowledge
+Allah Mathematics that's higher than college
+I'm fly on skins that I gets in Queens
+She love filthy swine and my collard greens
+I'm dressed to kill, you know our style
+Cause niggas don't know that Dirty Dogg fly
+
+If you wanna see me baby come, you know Dirty Dog is number one
+X2
+
+I wrote this song about the (?)
+You gotta know where to start when the beats play
+X2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Unpredictable[Intro: RZA]
+Plush whips and rollies, ice chains and stogies
+No bitch could hold me, in this Thug World
+
+[Inspectah Deck]
+I hold it with the bolo grip, solo control the strip
+Behold, P.L.O. the click, man, it's over with
+So quick, notice how we bang with the knuckles bare
+Wu-Tang, keep it fresh like tupper ware
+The Jungle, Animal House, gat in your mouth
+Polly with the wild life, cannibal out
+Give this five course meal in effect, reel to reel or cassette
+Or with the mask on, peelin' the tech
+Killah Hill, man, you feelin' my set, feelin' my rep
+And I'm met, with the top down, wheelin' the 'Vette
+Scoop me downtown, cop the brown and back to the bids
+Twist a blunt in front of Jake and still mash on the strip
+Stay sick with the rap shit, stacking them chips
+In the pits, stick shit, cats packing them grips
+Bad bitch with the black six, after my dick
+She like, 'this your pussy,' then she splashed my clique
+Not a fake, not a fraud, see my name on the wall
+Niggas straight, like an inmate, try'nna make the board
+Snake waiting, dudes came for sure, I lay law
+Stay raw, cause a 'massacre' with no 'chainsaw'
+Half y'all talk about it, but you don't want war
+See my wolves eat the bones and we still want more
+We be foaming at the mouth, even, I doubt we leave without eating
+So without reason, pounds are squeezing
+The lifestyle of fiends and beans, big dreams and CREAM
+Bitches ride like the Scream Machine
+For a taste of it, the chicks strip, clean out the jeans
+Next thing she was smuggling coke between the seams
+[Hook: Dexter Wiggles] + (RZA)
+If real niggas is listening, the life we living in, is wrong
+(Witty Wu-Tang is unpredictable, Witty Wu-Tang is unpredictable)
+Back for transitions, to save us from harm
+We in the race for time... so we won't lose our mind
+But if we run the race like a thug
+We would lose that mind that we made of
+
+[RZA]
+You kept the weapon concealed like a magician's secret dollar bill
+Liable to pull a knife from out of his heel
+Snatch the sword from the rock with one hand
+One finger, bzzz, turn ya body to sand
+You'll be hoping you'd be Spidey, to get away from this
+You be hoping you be whitey when the judge get pissed
+One man, can't uplift the land
+Like Method Man standing on the hands of fans
+See the Captain and Lieutenants, true descendant
+Splendid, unprecedented, hip hop vintage
+Started from the park benches, before the NARCs could snitch us
+He was God Cypher Divine, trying to spark the wizards
+
+[Hook 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Seen a Lot of Things[Intro]
+Yeah, yo
+
+[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
+Expedite lyrics under a godly spirit
+Thoughts forced to hang-glide even a bird could hear it
+A bald head with gold metal wings look like it belong in a day
+The coming of Christ, worshipping the Elohim
+That's why I wear shades like Cee-Lo Green
+It's darker than Don Cheadle, we're mean like his deleted scenes
+The prognosis, divine opus
+Artistic third eye open, it leave you stuck in a psychosis
+Or the hemo-tosis
+Spit venom like an African cobra in the jungle, knownin' my tongue is vulgar
+I raise the Wu flag when they scream for glory
+The clouds open the beam of light, you hear my story
+Custom-made scrolls handwritten in coffee
+And feather-tip pens one of the prophets brought me
+And that explains why I spin on the axis
+Born original, so my mind fades to blackness
+
+[Chorus: Harley]
+Seen a lot of things, don't talk about it
+I can't live without my faith so I don't walk without it
+God, I know you led us to do better on this road
+On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Seen a lot of things, don't talk about it
+I can't live without my faith so I don't walk without it
+God, I know you led us to do better on this road
+On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Pledge music, we came up from grain up, cloth music
+Acoustic jungle rap gave us all this project music
+Blood in and plug niggas, get your mug dented
+Steel rip steel, I'm finally out the drug business
+Kneel proper for me
+Helicopter beige, sage
+And get blessings from professors on stage, winning
+Nine swords, 36 Chambers
+It's like a chess board keeps sliding, opponents get flamed on it
+Training poems, been the Game of Thrones
+We been raised and grown
+These young boys come through, spray your home
+Facts, they gave me the axe, now lay it on me
+Criminals have to eat, it's a fact, shorty
+You're damn right I go the square miles
+We from the stairs
+Thousands of pens could hear us from the rare sounds
+Yeah, the phoenix coming
+Ten Arabian Staten-adians
+Who hooded up, known to get it bouncing
+
+[Chorus: Harley]
+Seen a lot of things, don't talk about it
+I can't live without my faith so I don't walk without it
+God, I know you led us to do better on this road
+On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Seen a lot of things, don't talk about it
+I can't live without my faith so I don't walk without it
+God, I know you led us to do better on this road
+On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+[Outro: Harley]
+Seen a lot of things
+I can't live without my faith
+God I know you led us to do better on this road
+On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Wu is Comin’ Through[RZA]
+Yeah, yeah, check the flavor of this
+
+Yo see my pinky? See my thumb?
+See my fist? Ya better get the hell outta here
+
+[RZA & Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Help me Rhonda, help help me Rhonda
+
+[RZA]
+This is the Wu-Tang Clan, we wanna bomb ya
+
+[Verse One: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Brothas get petro when Ason appears
+When I step into your atmos', here comes the fear
+Can I get riggy-diggy-raw, huh? Man!
+Who's knows your shields, yes the man I am
+Which means I'm clean, another slang on your brain
+Forget about all that handy flocks and chains
+I'm popular, straight from the opera
+I rocks on a nigga cuz I'm about ta
+Blow up! With the jaws, the party I'm in there
+Ya step to the Shaolin, throw the blunt to the rear
+What time is it? It's time to whip the whip
+Mad difference to the pockets, feelin legit
+Cuz when I come out this way, I don't play
+To put a brother away, Chk-BLAOW! Blown away
+Give it to ya raw, my style is hardcore
+Don't funk the jaw, Wu-Tang jaw
+Shit is about to get funky in here
+I die for this cuz you're shot when I'm there
+Whoever's with me, you better step with me
+Right now, if not, another beat down
+[Hook 9X: RZA]
+The Wu is comin through!
+
+[Verse Two: RZA]
+Yo it might sound dramatic, I'm a rap fanatic
+The mic is a habit, I gots to grab it
+Whipped it, flipped it then I sticked it
+Enter my pocket once I've rocked it
+Sound is known as the high sin dome
+Like smoke from a blunt when it enters the dome
+The deliver the method to improve my effort
+Of my flow when I got buckwild with the record
+MC's laid up, they heard my flavor
+Got a bomb whip like my next door neighbor
+Never the effect of 28 got me paranoid
+Girls are somethin I can't avoid
+Gimme gimme gimme, I stay when I'm simmy
+But I won't say a gift without somethin on my Jimmy
+This is the slicksta when I gets ya sister
+Flipped ya, hit her then I'm quick ta
+Live New York with a two dime talk
+Then who keeps walkin through the Times speed talkin
+Those who hit the, flow seems to get ya
+Hit you and then Big Prince come and stick ya
+And I'll be havin you, runnin up the Avenue
+My rhymes that be grabbin you and beats that be stabbin you
+Some fail to fuckin voodoo, the drunken monk
+If it ain't loud enough, pop ya trunk
+[Hook 9X]
+
+[Outro: RZA]
+So what you gonna do?
+
+"Wu-Tang crew" -] Ol' Dirty Bastard *cut and scratched a few times*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+And You Don’t Stop[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Yeah, now we're gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'?
+Def Jam, knowumsayin'?
+Niggas like Method Man, Redman
+Say all the artists here, knowumsayin'?
+Bacon Lot, knowumsayin'?
+I don't need no introductions, Cat
+Whuuuuut
+
+[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+I'm sittin' in my west, I'm analyzin' thoughts
+I'm sippin' off a quart that I just had bought
+I'm thinkin' of the moment, things soar in that head
+I feel assurin' durin', also glad
+Yes, feel assured by knowin' I won
+Cuz there's no one who can fuck wit A-Sun
+I'm not bein' pushy but I'm born to boss
+Unique Ason, oh yes, well of course
+Don't see the riot, everyone keeps quiet
+If you don't believe nigga, get hyper and try it
+Yes it is me, a total fresh MC
+Yo, I'm born to be, MC history
+Rhyming on time because that's the deal
+You're only as fresh as your ass feel
+Other MCs, you are bound to fall
+'Cause your real world is not a world at all
+[Chorus: Streetlife]
+Drunken Master, styles causin' street disaster
+Blaze cut faster than a fairy slasher
+Tai-chi, Kung Fu fighting, ODB
+Hands quick as lightenin', technique too deadly
+Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like lay long
+Let's get it on, heavy chow broke, his snot box
+Shadow boxin' better punch, you need oxygen, try again
+When you catch the second wind, I'll break you in
+
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa & Method Man]
+Approach the mic slow, it's about to blow
+One foot crow crane, anti-chain movement
+Restore the ming, some take this thing for joke
+Serious men deep in thought, misunderstood, held the fork
+He's too defensive, too mean, you didn't, now it's a scene
+These cats over here got Glock holdin' him down
+These niggas scheming, I'm seeing everything
+Ten steps ahead, on the wall smokin' my
+Agent high told best friend of the wine
+Still drunk off a cheap wine
+Holdin' front lines, niggas wanna front, fine
+Fuck wit me and mine, rain on your sunshine
+Swine nigga's come as hard as a pork rind
+Can you dig it? Only 5% live it
+While the rest of you fake niggas try to get it
+Now fuck around
+[Chorus: Streetlife]
+Drunken Master, styles causin' street disaster
+Blaze cut faster than a fairy slasher
+Tai-chi, Kung Fu fighting, ODB
+Hands quick as lightenin', technique too deadly
+Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like lay long
+Let's get it on, heavy chow broke, it's not 'bout
+Shadow boxin', better punch, you need oxygen, try again
+When you catch the second wind, I'll break you in
+
+[Verse 3: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Down wit the All In Together Now Crew
+The GZA, the RZA, me of course too
+The thing I'm analyzing is strickly Hip Hop
+That's what's made, well made is on my workshop
+You was unable plus earn advance
+Just to touch the untouchable kip hop dance
+They're sayin' of the utmost, truly I'm the utmost
+Have you ever caught the Hip-Hop holy ghost
+Man, I mean really, that shit is mad hype
+Especially when you find yourself rhymin' over mics
+I became a wrecker through my amplifier
+Break it down base, treble through my dancer
+That's one new dance, it's to my Black Magic music
+It's not classic, Arabic or basic
+It's strickly thickly, dirty and districkly
+If not don't you pick me and forget me
+[Chorus: Streetlife]
+Drunken Master, styles causin' street disaster
+Blaze cut faster than a fairy slasher
+Tai-chi, Kung Fu fighting, ODB
+Hands quick as lightenin', technique too deadly
+Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like lay long
+Let's get it on, heavy chow broke, it's not 'bout
+Shadow boxin', better punch, you need oxygen, try again
+When you catch the second wind, I'll break you inEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Of Mics and Men[Intro: RZA]
+Yeah
+Ten G mics and shit
+
+[Verse 1: RZA]
+Mics and men, books and pen
+Decent rhymes, hooks and lines
+One time, where do we begin?
+The gritty rugged lands of Shaolin
+Where proud men went from moving crack rocks to moving mountains
+Moving crowds and making mothers proud now
+Walk out of places where our people wasn't allowed in
+I took a hi-hat, a snare, and a kick drum
+A bass, a G-note, turned it into hit songs
+Now every we make forty G’s, nigga please, Killa Bees
+Pay a quarter mill for the emcees at night, aight?
+I kick it like a Nike flight
+25 years later, who thought that we could be greater?
+The name of Wu-Tang gets spread on both sides of the equator
+The RZArector grew to be a movie director
+Still smoke blunts with the Meth and rock mics with Inspectah
+Still crash bars with Shallah
+And my brother Divine, he still push the flyest cars
+But he added a yacht to his repertoire
+And they marvel how the Jugger still caked with Tony Starks
+While The RZA and U-God still shake the fatal darts
+Cappadonna try to put a hole inside your heart
+Jamel Irief push that chess piece across the board
+With the sound of a sword bein' released from its sheath
+And Ol' Dirty Shimmy Shimmy Ya from beneath
+And Power still got that rugged gear in the streets
+It’s Wu-Tang's "Mics and Men", we Killer Bees
+Mathematics stay craft-matic on the beats
+[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
+I'm in the MKX with the opposite sex
+Trying to take her from the suburb back to the projects
+Money, chicks, fast cars, that's my obsess
+I ain't obligated to nothing except contracts
+Honey do you do dirty, niggas is still contacts
+Lovin' the babes daily, feedin' 'em blowback
+Can’t let nothing walk by but a bubble ass
+Get money, pop bottles, then we double the cash
+Slip by the shop, other niggas’ll fall back
+See Divine on the ocean in the yacht
+Flip money bags when our Hulu shit pop
+Ferragamo belt with the Gucci bought
+Yo, you can't tell me nothing bout the Coogi, hah
+When I was the one out there making the shit hot
+When you was in the spot, you was just a young snot
+I was in the ball game pitching the rock
+Wu-Tang forever, we always on grind
+Like Diddy told you, we ain’t never gon' stop
+
+[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
+Man, have you not heard that one word given will have you missing?
+Listen to the fly piano, Wu-Gambino soprano
+Deck and Dino, owners of their own casino
+RZA keynote, Stoudemire, young Amar'e
+Flow hotter than the Kalahari
+Skipping off the rim of the snare
+Every rhyme line rich without the line combined
+With the power refined
+See my mind shine brighter than Einstein
+Shallah pen bleed then the dawn is my time
+So run, tell a friend, you can check it on Showtime
+It's Wu, Mics and MenEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Wu-Tang Master[Intro: Kung Fu samples]
+You would do anything to get all of the Wu-Tang sword styles!
+The Wu-Tang sword style
+The Wu-Tang sword style
+
+[Verse 1: RZA]
+Yo, enter the dragon, the kid I'm for baggin'
+Whip them now it's time to start raggin'
+Victim's two for this if they got the proper
+Step up please to play the Ra, shut
+Head first that's the wrong blow to throw
+Jump fit now step what you dead
+You arouse the anger, the Wu-Tang slang-a
+That diga-diga-danger
+Just go on the issue and make me wanna get a tissue
+Dismiss you, put it to your head and dismiss you
+For your weak rhyme proposal, I just froze you
+'Cause you chose to play me for a softy
+I freeze so many MC's they ought to call me frosty
+Not sho man, no man is a slow man
+I be makin' dough like the Pillsbury dough man
+And burnin' MCs is all natural
+Be like cabby and go up and laugh at you
+And while he laughin' I be bombin'
+Calmin', alarmin' sound that be bombin'
+MCs like a group of Killa Beez
+No one in the world make rhymin' trilogies
+Slick majestic but you can past the
+Prince Rakeem is the Wu-Tang Master
+[Chorus: Kung Fu samples]
+The Wu-Tang sword style
+The Wu-Tang sword style
+The Wu-Tang sword style
+The Wu-Tang sword style
+
+[Verse 2: RZA]
+Kick to the tragic, rabic, tactic of rappin'
+You bastard and prepare your casket
+Death is the finally step when y'all step
+To intercept the rep of the brother who has kept
+His status, stop the madness, that is
+I'm not the gladest, the baddest
+The phattest but Rakeem is the cleanest
+But Rakeem is the CREAM when it comes to my team
+Know what I mean?
+Past imperial, bust my itereria
+I blow from Bolivia to Nigeria
+Just to know that black, y'all could know that
+Me being wack is like naps on Kojack
+Non-existent, ya keep ya distance
+You wanna battle? Bring assistance
+Proxy, moxy, groups of troupers
+Pulling super duper, wanna step to ya
+Pass the stereo, king with the venereal
+Here's the imperial I fucked up my stereo
+You pop your Glocks and watch the Fort Knox
+Why not? I got flavor like Dr. Butterscotch
+You can't hang with the slang I register
+Now you wanna make a replica but you could never past the
+Prince Rakeem, the Wu-Tang Master
+[Outro: Kung Fu samples]
+The Wu-Tang sword style
+The Wu-Tang sword style
+The Wu-Tang sword style
+The Wu-Tang sword styleEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+96 Recreation (Demo)[Intro: RZA]
+Yeah, start wit that one
+Yo, yo, yo
+
+[Verse 1: RZA]
+My acoustic pugilistic lingustic rap fabric
+Is a mixture of Arabic, Sanscrit, English, italics
+I talk quick, y'all bitches can't comprehend my dick release spit
+But love should I release hits
+We travel through bodies like blood vessels
+While y'all crab niggas try to wrestle to be on top of this pedestal
+Slang doctrine, minoxin, lyrical toxin, I'm chessboxin
+Words is rushin through like a herd of angry oxen
+
+[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
+Fatal for these pussy cat niggas is dead weight
+Concentrate, my murder rate excellerate, terminate
+So spoil like coke in the foil
+Knock knock, I shot the whole block
+Electricity, flow splendidly
+Internally inside of me like Tony Starks tee
+I create excellency, one-sixty call L-O-U-N-G assist me
+Papi wardrobe is key, roll promptly
+For slang hall, vocabulary Igor, Frankenstein mind
+Rewind for a minute while I dig down your track, stupid
+I move quick shit is accurate, Kojack tactics
+Chaos, killa bee minds, high society blackness, spread the rumor
+[Verse 3: RZA]
+My lyrical marvel makin more cream than Carvel
+Y'all niggas best to hold your weight like barbell
+To my verbal swordsman school, students don't play truant
+My most prudent pupil, rhyme under influence
+Of alcohol and tobacco, mushrooms imported from Morocco
+Bellies on the rocks and a twenty sack of choco
+With forty tales and gold around the fist, bitch I carve
+Lyrics on the paper so my family won't starve
+
+[Verse 4: Cappadonna]
+I'm deep in the shit, I stay highly involved
+Never in-conceited, never been beated
+Been trapped in many wars but not yet retreated
+My style you need it, I just write to read it
+It's all fresh lyric, no nothing gets repeated
+I came a long way and guess what, I succeeded
+I conquer my opponent and feed him baby food
+'Cause he's childish and illiterate and ye has been rude
+To the father year me, O-R-I-G
+Respond to the war with the Killa Bee law
+
+[Verse 5: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Scavenger nigga, you's a shrimp
+A full line of shit, my ear can't digest it
+Stop drinking all that water, let's take it to the land
+So I can Godzilla up your shit mister Tiny Tim man
+Niggas be creeping up my beanstalk
+When I start to come down on your fucking ass
+You tried to chop shit on up
+Played my shit like parks bitch, I'm that
+[Verse 6: RZA]
+Legendary microphone's weaponry
+You secondary bitch ass fairies
+Scary cats won't survive this verbal attack
+You think you're slang can match
+The Wu-Tang, emphatically now cypher
+You fake crumbs, you should be stung on your tongue
+While you young guns bunge, we plunge into the grunge
+Deep into the dark dungeon, we come in one wind
+Nine minds combine to form the wisest rhyme force to summon
+I be the quoted mathematical combination
+Unloading mysteries of life, you feel my solar wind blowing
+
+[Verse 7: Cappadonna]
+Just then, I came on the stage like wind
+Blew slang in your face and it touch your skin
+You felt chilly, just like you smoked a bag of illy
+You need a coat just to protect your throat
+Two pairs of socks, kid I'm cold like ice rocks
+Chap-lipped duds can't fuck with the chatterbox
+Cherry heads felt the draft of the ox
+Shaolin niggas all fuck with one block..
+They forgot about the big Cappa slang murderer
+Down with the union big street sling murderer
+Terrorizing, move I'm tranquilizing
+Fast getaway wit the slow speed driving
+Two miles an hour, Cappa do it wit the power
+Somebody blow something, cut fool in the towerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Pearl Harbor (Remix)[Verse 1: Method Man]
+No-no-no-no-no-no-nobody eatin’
+That’s everybody, I mean anybody
+I might leave somebody bleedin’
+Or watch me catch a homi', even hit you in the lobby
+Shotty pop ya like a molly, probably leave you hardly breathin’
+Don’t try to Blaze with Johnny even if you got an army
+Dirty money in the laundry, don’t ask why, I got my reasons
+I puff that Bob Marley, might hit you with the Tommy
+You can catch me in the party near the speaker not speakin’
+
+[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
+Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
+Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
+Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
+Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology (Yeah)
+Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
+A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
+I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies
+Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
+
+[Verse 2: Sean Price]
+Yo, you ever been face-fucked with a four-fifth?
+Sweating, facial expression is stressing like ‘oh shit’
+That’s the shit that I don’t like
+Non-rappin’ rappers in the booth and they don’t write
+Fuckin’ stupid ass rappers
+Acting out of their character, I shoot and stab rappers
+P! What it do, nigga?
+I fucks with Wu-Tang and a couple of new niggas
+I don’t weirdo with queer clothes
+I share flows, when it enter your earhole
+Shit, it’s a thing of pure beauty
+Everything that’s spittin’ is written by yours truly
+Nigga, when Sean write hard
+Niggas do anything for it like Klondike Bars
+Pa, I’m the greatest of all-time
+How should we forget the latest with Alzheim’s?
+[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
+Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
+Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
+Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
+Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology (Yeah)
+Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
+A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
+I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies
+Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
+
+[Verse 3: Pharoahe Monch]
+Merciless with the flow, with the spit I'm ridiculous
+I do not lick chicks, I do the beatbox on they clitoris
+Like (imitating beatbox sounds)
+The God represents Sun, Earth, Moon, Star
+A beast on all fours, smack your chick on her keister
+The conquistador rockin' the mink on Easter
+Never cease to amaze the crowd, a speech to famine (?)
+When I talk on Instagram, they won't be shootin' you with no cannon
+Smile, give 'em Candid Camera
+You verses The God is Godzilla verses Gamera
+Enema, cannibal with animal instincts
+Think Hannibal with the elephants channelling six tanks
+New York Knickerbocker slick quicker-picker-upper stick
+Dick her sister down, take the picture, get the number, click
+Pick six hitter cop whips for the whole team
+But the stick is still in the window, the sickest nigga from Queens
+Break it down
+[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
+Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
+Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
+Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
+Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology (Yeah)
+Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
+A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
+I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies
+Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
+
+[Verse 4: Tek]
+Trill nigga but I ain't gotta say it
+The way that I move, how I'll display it
+I talk less and I listen more
+Usually about the slow booth while cheffin' up the raw
+Been throwin' barrels to niggas' medullas
+Since Slick Rick been rappin', while he was the ruler (Once Upon A Time)
+Graduated school of hard knocks
+When your mama was doin' things for hard rocks
+N.W.A. back in the day, O'Shea
+Let the AK go in your face
+Drumroll
+Standing ovation, Thug 1-O-1 was my motivation
+
+[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
+Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
+Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
+Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
+Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology (Yeah)
+Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
+A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
+I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies
+Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
+Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
+Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
+Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
+Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology
+Shoot your old lady in her privacy
+A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
+I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies
+Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
+Form better niggas, club night, no sparklesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Tar Pit[Chorus: Method Man, (George Clinton)]
+Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
+Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
+Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
+Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
+Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (1-2-3-4)
+
+[Verse 1: U-God]
+Blood money mercenaries, think you can muscle Wu?
+It's a foot race, who can out-hustle who?
+Hip hop junkie flunky, monkey see, monkey do
+Great minds connect like mobster rings
+Sit back, let me do my, Sinatra thing
+I'm in the Hip Hop Hall of Fame, on the wall is the plaques
+Old ball and chain, I named her Madam X
+She love big cannons, sex unprotected
+You better respect it, kid, we 'bout to set trip
+You get ya neck ripped, eyeballs are scoping
+I don't sell crack, I sell dopium
+Catch him at the podium, nah, he moving too fast
+Professor X, behind the bulletproof glass
+You need a Wu pass, a bag of that high
+Easy with the flicks, baby, I'm camera shy
+
+[Chorus: Method Man, (George Clinton)]
+Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (1-2-3-4)
+[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
+We might have to 8 Diagram one of y'all MC's
+We grind everyday and we hustle for cheese
+Got our face on the front of CD's, we off the hook
+W.T.C. y'all soft and shook
+Y'all not built like the Cuban Linx Clan that get CREAM
+And back heads down every time we sing
+Give us a hundred grand for a show, let us rock
+For more money, more chicks, more private stock
+
+[Verse 3: Streetlife]
+They call me Streetlife, slap the taste
+Out ya mug, know ya place, you ain't thug, fix ya face
+Throw a slug, catch a case
+Meanwhile, beat trial, back on that cash cow
+Getting CREAM, however, a street brother know how
+Point blank, I'm pulling rank, calling shot, I got bank
+Pass the rock, my hand's hot, hit 'em with the showshotter
+Peace to my ala mater, Wu-Tang block scholars
+Never settle for less, promoters pay us top dollar
+
+[Chorus: Method Man, (George Clinton)]
+Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
+Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
+Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
+Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
+Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
+Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
+Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
+Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
+Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (1-2-3-4)
+[Outro: George Clinton]
+The Clan'll talk, Calabama niggas all'll quit
+Talking that short dick shit, we was s'posed to be cool
+Only the clue's on the other end of the stick
+Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
+Over-crowded police blood bamboo bimbo
+Chickenhead skeezer crackrock hoodrat
+Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
+Barney here is down to a feeding dreadlock
+Armpit like two Buckwheat's in a headlock
+Macy Gray's hair between your leg lock
+Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
+Ya mother's so cross-eyed, when she cry tears roll down her back
+Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
+Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
+{*coughs*} This shit is strong, god damn, what you got in there?
+Over-crowded police blood bamboo bimbo
+Chickenhead skeezer crackhead hoodrat
+Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
+Ya mother's so cross-eyed, when she cry tears roll down her back
+Calabama niggas all'll quit
+Talking that short dick shit
+Speak up, no loud speaker but I'm speaking loud
+Venacular ass kicking, truth got there in crowd
+Shit, they call me the lethal lip
+The linguistic, full metal jacket of venacular ballistic
+Shooting out at the mouth without Chap or Blistec
+Here's a mothafucka, I didn't flunk diaper rash
+I'm verbally toxic, metal-piercing, forked, hollow point tongue
+Dum dum, pow, shot from gattling gums
+Hooked on phonics, packing a vicious vocabulary
+Malicious, with malice and mayhem
+Fuck a dictionary, give me the mic and I'll slay
+Them and literally poetic symptoms
+Pissing me the fuck off, missing me with that shit
+I stick a venacular foot so far up in ya ass
+You won't be able to pass verbal gas
+So far in ya ass that one of my knees will rise so far above ya head
+And you drown of a poetic ass kicking
+Leaving lyrical lacerations on your lungs, from a verbal hangnail
+That hung on my big toe, as I flow upward
+Kicking yo on ya eardrum, you wanna hear some?
+Tap dance on ya tonsils, leaving kiwi shoe polish on ya breath
+Cavity in ya best rhyme, and I'm the access on the rest
+Call me the proverbial verbal menacing dentist
+With the drill, I got lyrical skills
+I could perform oral root canals
+It's unwise to fuck with me
+Kick ya wisdom teeth down ya throat
+Leaving you to choke
+On where it hurts, unspoken vocals
+Tying down ya vocal cord and windpipe tight
+With toe jamming and ya mothafucking hemmoroids
+Fuck the dumb shit...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Problemz[Woman] I'm sick doc, when can you help me?
+My mind's thinkin about shit I don't wanna think about
+[Doc] Pssh.. that's yo' problem
+
+[Hook 4X: sample *singing*]
+Comfort me, you are this and that
+You are this and that
+
+[Verse 1: RZA]
+Yo, check out yo..
+I never listen to the things that my brother keeps tellin me
+Hittin up thoroughly cuz my dreams are deep felony
+Brothers on the beat have desires of hurtin' me
+My legend on the verge of convertin me
+Poppa be tellin me what I should be
+Grand dad talks up things that I could be
+Friends are finicky what I'm gonna be
+When no one ever asked me, what I wanna be
+A teenager cops keep arresting me, big head and brothers keep testin me
+I don't understand, the way my bothers lovin me
+Outter world pushin me, inner world shoving me
+No tape out but my friends keep provokin me
+Commotion is constantly chokin me
+Havin nightmares with guilt that is hurtin me
+Tryin to avod this crab girl that is wantin me
+Somebody help me, I've gotta be free
+Of the trouble of society, I have problems
+[Hook 3X]
+
+[Verse 2: RZA]
+Now they got me out buggin, strung out on crack
+Be gettin discriminated because I'm black
+My house once was a mansion but now it's a shack
+My best friend talked about me, behind my back
+Things would change, I thought that at first, right?
+Time goes on, things got worst
+Poppa now drinking, and he hit me
+When I relayed it to my girl, she quit me
+Tryin to make a better way something keeps holdin me
+Dad leaves mom, now she is schoolin me
+My brother fightin me, neighbor dog bitin me
+What is goin down? No one is invitin me
+Be put into the parcel , it's not healin me
+Broke as sex and it's killin me
+I was a good citizen now I'm a leech
+Get some other girl to increase my grief
+My mom said that she better off without me
+No girl, no friends, who cares about me?
+Grand dad is mad, about to have a heart attack
+Grandma is worried, she may think I'm on crack
+I could collapse but I could feel myself
+Come to the conclusion, maybe I should kill myself
+You see what I'm going through?
+I have problems, what can I do?
+[Hook 4X]
+
+[Verse 3: RZA]
+I go to sleep to keep my mind from my sorrow
+Hopin it'll be a new and better day tomorrow
+And as I sleep, I dream, rearrangin, changin all bad things
+The light is clear, my thoughts flushed loose
+Things that I do well I put it to use
+I rap, I write, I co' rock the mic
+I do things good cuz it's things that I like
+So I make the demo tape with my voice on track
+Took it to Melquan, he sent it back
+With a note attached sayin he admired me
+Made me a contract and then hired me
+Now I'm makin records, everybody praise me
+Do I get scooped man? It doesn't phaze me
+My rep is known all on the town
+I once was lost but now I'm found
+Put the pen to the fullest, brand new attitude
+To those who helped me, I give my gratitude
+Have a new girl, new friends, new ways
+Could pass the gun now I have a new thing
+It is true we all have problems
+Well reach deep down inside of yourself and you'll solve those problems...
+
+[Hook to fade]
+[RZA]
+Divine Prince Master Rakeem AllahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Do The Same As My Brother Do[Intro: RZA]
+Life is what you make it
+My darling, my dear
+Try to make it
+
+[Verse 1: RZA]
+If I could, I would, if I can't, I won’t
+Please forgive me if I don't
+Should, some should be
+I come from the strangest streets
+I come from the place where love and danger meets
+A house full of noisy kids, boys avoiding bids
+Unemployed, on skid row, we had no toys for kids
+We would bang our thumbs, gunshots, they run
+We would bang on drums made from garbage cans
+Even garbageman make more than mom
+They make more than teachers, next door the preachers
+They were sure they would reach us but we'd never listen
+Niggas drunk and pissing on the side of the building
+Can’t provide for children, someone stop the squealing
+Turned to drugs for healing, thug sneaking and killing
+Cop sirens are screaming, inside the cars, we dreaming
+One day we could own one, right now we can't bump crumbs
+My brother would sell jawns, my mother would yell, "Son
+You'll end up in jail, son, or dead or in Hell, son"
+But what could she tell son?
+That money excel, son
+Tony got knocked up, now looking for bail, son
+Making collect calls, expecting that mail, son
+Doing pushups in a six by four cell, son
+A hard head makes a soft tail, son
+And my little brother on that same trail, son
+[Chorus: RZA]
+Life is a puzzle, every day is a struggle
+And we ignore the ones who truly loves you
+As we do foolish things we see the others do
+I try to do the same things my big brother do
+Life's a struggle, we get trapped in this puzzle
+And we ignore the ones who truly loves you
+As we do foolish things we see the others do
+I try to do the same things I saw my brother do
+
+[Verse 2: RZA]
+Loaded guns in the shoebox, fingerprints on the ooh-wop
+Ziploc plastic bags with black and blue tops
+We slung on the block and watch out for the blue coats
+Ses blunts we pas after two tokes
+Starving for a G-note back, and forth on the ferry boat
+Coming up from poverty, we were very broke
+To twenty-eight grams, expand to a thousand grams
+Reap the twenty dollar bills passed through a thousand hands
+Multi-project apartments, spots bubbling
+Never went to clubs with less than a dozen men
+Recruiting young gunners and runners, let my cousin in
+Spot gets knocked, my brother locked the fuck up again
+Another mama's son stuck in the fucking pen
+To disperse, no one to trust, back to struggling
+Now I'm on the streets trying to get my hustle in
+Cheap wine guzzling, life is so puzzling
+[Chorus: RZA]
+Life is a puzzle, every day is a struggle
+And we ignore the ones who truly loves you
+As we do foolish things we see the others do
+I try to do the same things my big brother do
+Life's a struggle, we get trapped in this puzzle
+And we ignore the ones who truly loves you
+As we do foolish things we see the others do
+I try to do the same things I saw my brother doEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Let Me At ThemYoyoyoyoyoYO! Yo
+Is the niggas ready for this son?
+Niggas ain't ready for this ock
+One two whatcha wanna do (I'm gonna give it to em anyway though man)
+Peep the Inspectah Deck (You know they ain't ready for it)
+Lyrical threat
+Representing Wu-Tang
+Slang, ninety-five
+Hittin it live
+You know what time it is
+
+Blessed with the art rhymes that's sharp like a circular saw
+Hit the floor like Dorf, who wants the war
+None slide by my, lyrical driveby
+Shots bust, making blocks huss
+Plus snipe the cops when they rush
+Built like construction tools
+Crushing fools, in twos
+Forced you to blast out your fuckin shoes
+A South swap with the bombs I drop
+Plan A to terrorize you can't stop the plot
+Execution of an amateur, who dares to challenge a
+Clansman, holding a sword like Excalibur
+Truth is my shield, show and prove I reveal
+Reality, the coldness a heart can feel
+Livin life where caps peel, and crack deals from nine to five
+But I survived through these live times I nearly died
+Now I'm wanted by death I did escape
+Now it's thrown on a tape for those who can relate
+Still I wrap my face take a space in the staircase
+Hits takin place, yo God, watch the Jakes
+Out of state court dates, chase me with the warrants
+For my insurance, switched names to Michael Lawrence
+The Rebel, stomps through the slums I'm from
+Coming through with nuff niggas, and nuff guns to bust son
+So read the article, lyrical assassin with the arsenal
+Potential witnesses are incapable
+Of testifying, they want me frying in the chair
+Plus the case closed, I broke free of the shackles, and safe clothes
+I make foes, exasperate them, I make friends
+Cause today's friends, show theyselves as snakes in the end
+And if you fit the trend then Protect Ya Neck
+Shaolin, INS, Killa Hill Projects
+No one on this earth, can hold me
+No one on this earth, can fool me
+No one on this earth, can grip the mic
+Like, I, do, nigga
+
+You ever, feel, that you can
+Test me, you got to face the Clan and
+Never, return to the mic again
+There's no one in the world
+
+Let me at them! I blast off lyrics like a Magnum
+Forty-four caliber, bustin mad holes in my challenger
+Turning your trunk to swiss cheese
+The wild freestyler, wild like Gene Wilder
+Wu-Tang killa bee aimed at your brain
+With my stinger, it stun your mind, when I bring ya
+Thirty-six chambers of anger, frustration
+For waiting, to let loose on the nation
+Far from commercial no need for no rehearsal
+Hit you from all angles then form a circle
+Go against the grain, get hit close range
+When I Slam, like Onyx, comp get stomped, that's a promise
+I'll represent, here's the evidence
+Science of math on a plate to make sense
+My technique of speech is deep, like Leviathan
+Hittin up your block with rhymes, weapon firing
+Shooting for the platinum, then bring it back to
+The same place I got the gat from, let me at them!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+It’s All About Me[Intro: RZA]
+Me.. me
+
+[Hook x4: RZA]
+(It's all about who?) It's all about me
+
+[Verse 1: RZA]
+Booga booga bang! Yo Enter the Wu-Tang Clan
+Get a god damn, yes I am the man
+And I'm gonna blow, make mad dough
+Girls sweat me 'cause I've got the flow
+Not the one to front when it comes to a stunt
+I be quoting books like brothers smoke blunts
+And do what you got to do, hold your own
+Don't try to pass me just pass the bone
+I get slam just as the hit rams
+See? A girl flipped hands 'cause she wanted to jam
+I told her, "Yo, be on your very way
+I'm not gonna be your's, I won't beg you to stay"
+Hey, what's the hardest thing about it? Like De La Soul
+Between me, myself and I, it's a small world
+I have to figure out, what is life about
+It's all about me!
+
+[Hook x4]
+(It's all about who?) It's all about me
+[Verse 2: RZA]
+Here I come, here I come with the Wu-Tang drum
+It ain't no fun if I don't get none
+So I got mines, you better get yours
+When it comes to Kim's, gotta get yours
+Ooh, kind of frisky, could this be it? Risky
+I pull stings on you, like girls hit me
+The incredible, talk unforgettable
+Talk what I do, chew when I walk
+On Pillsbury dough, I'm hitting like a ho
+Forty-five, then I strike like lightning bolts
+In the sky, right for your eye
+I chop off the head of the guy that despise
+First to merk me meets the controversy
+Who'll be the first MC to try and curse me?
+Watch watch watch watch me knock him out
+And tell him what it's about, it's all about me
+
+[Hook x4]
+(It's all about who?) It's all about me
+
+[Verse 3: RZA]
+Master of the Wu-Tang, here I am again
+About to ill again, kill 'em with my pen
+Check 'em check 'em, watch me as I wreck 'em
+Brothers jump up like a straw as I dissect 'em
+I was all wild when I fouled your whole style
+The crowd gets wild in the Isle, then I bow
+Gotta have it, see a mic, I grab it
+Here's a fat ass, fast I gotta stab it
+Hanky panky, the rap suckers thank me
+So many brides, I end up with a blank G
+See? I'm not the one to be played
+Got a gun now I'm not afraid
+Quick to put a savage in the grave
+The behavior possessed by the nature
+Population causes me to be a slayer
+So I walk around taking devils out
+And show 'em what it's about, me
+[Hook to fade w/ variations]
+(It's all about who?) It's all about meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Dirty the Moocher[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Ladies and gentlemen introducing Cab Calloway
+Featuring the Dirt Dog
+First things first man you're fuckin with the worst
+I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse
+I'll attack any nigga who slack in his mack
+Come fully packed with the fat rugged stack
+The heat is on, I'm about to blow up the spot
+All I wanna see is fire cause I'm makin shit hot
+Like the blow between Glocks, mad niggas I shot
+Give a fuck on a cop, conversate with a lock
+Down at the chop-chop, 600th and Rock
+Crazy as a fox tryin to rob Fort Knox
+The DeNiro-Al Pachino war
+Tryin to score mad dough like a million or more
+For the illegal war that's all I saw
+It's all about that knot in ya
+I'm alone, I roll with 6 niggas with stones
+Every hour tap my phone with embezzlement stones
+Get a loan from the stocks because of my pops
+Fifty bills in the pocks, Wu-Gambino got props
+
+[Cab Calloway]
+But Minnie had a heart as big as a whale
+Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi (Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi)
+Hoooooooooooooooooooooo (Hoooooooooooooooooooooo)
+He-de-he-de-he-de-he (He-de-he-de-he-de-he)
+Heeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyy (Heeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyy)
+[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Elevator scheme with the scheme to catch CREAM
+Some diamond rings, jewels all types of priceless things
+Just in case you don't make it to the safe
+Don't talk to Jakes or your whole shit be laced
+Got a bomb bout ready to blow up shit
+The White House nuh be quiet as a mouse
+My job is hundred proof, better know the scoop
+Got niggas undergrounds, in your walls, in your roofs
+About made zoo, 6-6-6-6-2
+Cause I'm goin all out with the supplies of Balu
+I'm unstoppable, my six man team is unstoppable
+Stickin my middle fuckin finger at you
+Livin in America's fuckin fucked up
+When I was young some say I had no sense
+I rhymed all day until my throat got tense
+And bought em by the cage from my lungs to my knees
+In the winter I cough, all summer I sneeze
+Ah-choo! Then I was sore, there was only one cure
+Original rhymes wholesome in thought
+Democratics are debatin wanna be the imitatin
+But the knowledge that I'm givin positively stimulatin
+I acknowledge any MC in a South Bronx town
+South Proof Projects, did they really go down
+Shit, I remember when I was 12 years old
+I didn't know about frontin or playin a role
+I thought I was slick, I fell harder than bricks
+With my best lyrics and my uptown ticks
+Prince start jackin in my baseball cap
+I'm tellin many chit-chats step off my jockstrap
+Approach this party other known as a jam
+Lookin for my cousin Bam-Bam Sleepingham
+]From front to back the jam was packed
+Over there some dance, over there I just macked
+I looked around then I started to walk
+Heard an older woman's voice and a silly slang talk
+The kid was nice for payin the price
+And give weak MCs beneficial advice
+Yes, beneficial meaning good for more
+Frontin cause with the mamas would have loved to explore
+Studied MC and changed lyrics around
+Before I became a member of the lost and sound
+My words I strung, I bettered my voice
+Rollin over people known to be top choice
+Ch-ch - BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW
+Hoodlum
+Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi (Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi)
+Ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho (Ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho)
+He-de-he-de-hee-de-heeee (He-de-he-de-hee-de-heeee)
+Hooooohhhoooooooooooooooooooooooo (Hooooohhhoooooooooooooooooooooooo)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hood Go Bang! (Remix)[Chorus: Redman]
+This is how it sounds when the hoods go BANG!
+This is how it sound when the hood go BANG! (Yeah)
+This is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
+Yeah, here we go (Here we go)
+I said this is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
+This is how it sound when the hood go BANG! (BANG!)
+This is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
+*click click* BANG!
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Yo, this is how it sound when the hood go bang
+You can cop a couple of bricks of good cocaine
+I’m a block scholar, call me Dollars, I don’t change
+I’m a Rottweiler, diamond collar with gold fangs
+Yep, a top shotter, Don Dada, rhyme proper
+Might even take the ‘R’ out of brother—why bother?
+Mic on Halloween, I mean, I’m clearly a monster
+We gathered here today so that I could dearly depart ya
+Math, bars better than Willy Wonka’s
+It’s how to get away with a murder—you feel me, Shonda?
+Rhymes like karma, I’m hood, stash the contra
+You ever hear a rhymer this good, smack ya mamas
+But it’s still death over dishonor
+‘Cause you can get it next and get death over this drama
+Math verse Meth, this Civil War is a starter
+Men turn to martyrs, Wu-Tang bang regardless
+[Chorus: Redman]
+Yeah, this is how it sounds when the hoods go BANG!
+This is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
+This is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
+Yeah, here we go (Here we go)
+I said this is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
+This is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
+This is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
+*click click* BANG!
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+We stay shattered and clutch the gold links
+Everything on is mint, I came through in a Reno, all tinted
+I'm known to make a million in jet
+King Joffrey and its cadets
+Shooters from the boonies that's looney
+Hold the Tec with all respect, expose his neck
+Trees burn 'em out, niggas is learning now
+The Archbishop murder through March, Clarks is slippers
+I spark blippers, bloggers catch way shot zippers
+The movie's all state of the art, we throw grenades and blades
+And darts and changed the grain, this sharp
+Remain remarkable, we ain't playing this part
+We can't explain this art, he ain't the same as us, he pus
+Glass of gin for my jewelers, too many rugers nigga
+[?] [?] hundred Benz in Bermuda
+Known to fuck a party up and bounce
+We hog-tie little rappers, give 'em black eyes like Little Rascals
+[Chorus: Redman]
+Yeah, this is how it sounds when the hoods go BANG!
+This is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
+This is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
+Yeah, here we go (Here we go)
+I said this is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
+This is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
+This is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
+*click click* BANG!
+
+[Verse 3: U-God]
+What it sound like? Here's another sound right
+The sounds of a hundred rounds, blacked down at night
+And in hindsight, I'm still on this plane
+The hood slang go bang, the big change to swank
+Take an A, met these lanes, Mr. Officer Skane
+It's just the dialect that I select when I slang
+Who's saying? Your false talk, you get erased like chalk
+Who's for? Or who shot hawk? And who popped off?
+Th  men and mouse shit, public service announcements
+Careful we’re burnings a ounce of small town houses
+Youthful offenders meet the public defender
+Who offers you a fight attempt, plea deal with a mayday to surrender
+What a fucked-up summer
+Had a brand new come up
+This Fourth of July bullets fly and the doves cry
+To [?] face in the R.I.P. white tee
+From a ricochet of the red bricks to the headpiece
+[Chorus: Redman]
+Yeah, this is how it sounds when the hoods go BANG!
+This is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
+This is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
+Yeah, here we go (Here we go)
+I said this is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
+This is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
+This is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
+*click click* BANG!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Iron Flag Album CoverEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+What You in Fo’.. {*jail interlude*} ..
+
+[RZA]
+Son I just slapped my bitch
+Came to my crib 'bout half past six
+Kid's in shitty diapers, no food was fixed
+I was like, "Yo bitch - why ain't no food fixed?"
+She on the phone with her friend talkin bout dick
+I snatched the receiver from that bitch like CLICK
+She got all excited, tryin to throw fit
+Swung at me then I swung back - BITCH!
+
+[Method Man]
+What you in fo'? It happened in the club
+With some thugs I was at the bar, smokin bud, hollerin at love
+Ladybug was playin in my peachfuzz, she was
+Talkin hot fudge, can't nobody do it like she does
+In the hot tub - didn't know her man was in the club
+And honey dove never mentioned that she had a scrub
+It must have been the drugs or the alcohol buzz, had me
+Shootin my game like a thirty-eight snub baby
+Let's cut a rug, that's when I felt a shove
+What the blood, dude actin like he won the Golden Gloves
+I get one for holdin grudge, but if this kid throw a slug
+I'mma throw a slug - that's how we be rollin cuz
+I see this dud tryin to play me like a pair of Lugz
+Big John Stud, Goldschlager in a golden mug
+What you in fo'?
+.. {*jail interlude*} ..
+
+[Streetlife]
+I'm locked down for tryin to hold my block down since a shorty
+The Old Earth was like, "Street put the Glock down"
+I was raised in slums, love how the gun sounds
+And now I got one - c'mon, who wanna front now?
+Sunup to sundown, ready for showdown
+Whoever wanna throw down, the gangsters better slow down
+Wake up, before you be in a cell with forty of us
+(What you in fo'?) In for murder over money love and lust
+(What you in fo'?) In for life, don't let me tell you twice
+I might bang you twice and take double the life
+What you in fo'?
+
+[Raekwon the Chef]
+Jail status - get up
+Wash a nigga mattress faggot, you heard about me right?
+Pass off them packages cat, you gotta eat to live
+Meet the crib; got a hundred starvin niggas in here big
+So pop off, drugs that's props, bring in
+Glocks we call 'em oxes
+Be a real live nigga, swing mops and shit, take over shit
+Fuck the C.O.'s, aiyyo Boo, I need clothes
+Slide brokers where phones get hid
+Fuck with Russians and Latins
+The most powerful marble black slipper style
+Goin out thrashin niggas, kicks get thrown
+Big sizes, sleep in your boots, 4000 rugged F Troops
+Notarized wigs, lay six months
+That's alright dog, make it home Lord
+Heard you admit it in the box, slid it under walls
+Bang monster anger
+Bop through the halls with bangers
+Live God like the Abbot of all chambers..
+.. {*jail interlude*} ..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Reunited (Remix)[Ol' Dirty Bastard *singin*]	[RZA]
+Reunited cuz it feels so good   Yo, yo, niggas ain't shit
+Reunited cuz we're understood   Your bitch ain't shit
+There's one perfect thing and   Your momma ain't shit
+Children this one is it         Your daddy ain't shit
+We both we're so excited cuz    You ain't shit
+We're reunited, hey! hey!       Niggas ain't shit
+Your momma ain't shit
+Your daddy ain't shit
+You ain't shit, you ain't shit
+Yo, yo
+
+[GZA]
+Reunited, double LP, world excited
+Struck a match to the underground, industry ignited
+From metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth
+Wicked niggas come, try to burglarize the turf
+Scattin off soft-ass beats, them niggas rap happily
+Tragically, that style, de-ter-iate, rapidly
+Uncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositions
+You couldn't add it up, if you mastered addition
+Where I come from, gettin visual is habitual
+De-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in rituals
+I splash the paint on the wall, it formed the mural
+He took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was plural
+Rhymin while impaired, dart hit your garment
+Pierced your internals, streamlined compartments
+Just consider the unparallel advantage
+Of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage
+[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+I'm known on the microphone as the rap professor
+Casual dresser, you may dress fresher
+The way that I speak this shit is energetic
+My physique of meat is quite athletic
+Remove all MC's who disapprove
+That my funky fresh particle always have the groove
+You're jealous over me because you're not a competitor
+You're just a donor, I'm the rap editor
+Tryin to rock the mic when you get an appetite
+All negative on the mic, I dislike
+Try to rock the mic but only will reduce
+Try to get loose, you juice as a youth
+Not knowin to yourself that you shall be frozen
+I'm the MC warrior, who has been chosen
+To rock and shock beats, polite when I recite
+Sulfur MC's, you are down right, out right
+Try to be talkative, there's no alternative
+Hide until I forgive, this motive
+I am unique with the perfected physique
+The objective of my rhyme is my own technique
+I maintain the paradise on this Earth
+With the shut the fuck up style for what this shit is worth
+Watch a nigga catch a purse
+Super-hero niggas die
+Do my dirt, get away and multiply
+You bitches, ya nice guys
+Always want bitch, because ya need mine
+I pleased on how I get up on the stage and fuck up the show
+Cuz nobody can't fuck with me!
+You bootleggin buyin motherfuckers, don't do that with me
+With all these child-support cases I got, I needs my money!
+Earl for ages, a 100 and down, sacrifice ya baby to the underground
+The best kept secret, how does it feel to be boxin in
+Like a skeleton, growin back ya skin?
+When I was young, I was taught how to produce
+The science of babies gettin loose
+I turned white boys to Springsteen spruce
+Black to spooks, gave the Chinese Bruce
+I can't help it if my style is foggy, monster boogie
+Get ya high on my patio, all come to see me movie
+Bicthes, you're walkin on my dirt
+We ain't sayin nuthin
+I whisper in ya ear, make ya blink cold Pert
+Love potion, plenty bones I put up
+What!? What!? What!? What!?
+You know what time it is
+Mothefuckers!
+[Ol' Dirty Bastard *singing*]    [Ms. Roxy]
+Reunited and it feels so good    It's Wu mothefuckers
+Reunited cuz we're understood    ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers
+There's one perfect thing
+And children this one is it
+We both we're so excited
+Cuz we're reunited, hey! hey!    It's Wu motherfuckers
+Ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers
+It's Wu motherfuckers
+Ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers
+It's Wu motherfuckers
+Ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers
+
+[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+I want to give a big shout out to the Wu-Tang Clan
+We holdin it down. YouknowI'msayin?
+I also want to show mad love to Puffy cuz you holdin it down
+Master P, you holdin it down
+KnowI'msayin? Dr.Dre, you holdin it down
+Give Snoop my love, E-40
+MC Eiht, West Coast, word is bond
+This is family, I don't give a fuck!
+Striaght up. It's Dirt Dog, nigga!
+Y'all niggas know how the fuck I get down!
+KnowI'msayin? I'm here to represent this shit!
+KnowImean? I love y'all niggas!
+Motherfucker, my stomach hurts!
+Bitch, I got to go!
+(ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Assed Out[Intro: Method Man]
+The RZA, The GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck
+Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah, Masta Killa
+And the Me—yeah, yeah, come on, now, now
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+What's happening? Who get it cracking like a neck snapping
+For the rapping, and who them fellas packing yelling Staten
+From the background, I'll back down a few
+Try to clown us in the past, where they at now?
+I'm ill as baby powder with the smackdown, for the record
+My brain is like the project projected, for the Method
+Go see my nigga Kush, he got the best shit for burning
+This one go out for whom it may concerning
+Spending they entire earning, trynna get a higher learning
+MC's is vermin, like E be Sermon
+Ya'll too determined, feeling yaself like Pee-Wee Herman
+While we at it, let's tighten up our grips around that cabbage
+Silly rabbits, how many kids'll trick you out your carrots
+Ghetto bastards and ghetto bitches, I break you like a bad habit
+My dick is two inches too big for it's britches
+Uh, so fuck a mister and your misses
+Cottonmouth niggas X'ed out like Merry Christmas, that all
+Uh-huh, be home *Bell rings*
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Knock, knock, who is it, Tical I pop digit
+My block too hot to visit, round here, you gots to live it
+MC's, you must admit it, I'm deadly on this mic like
+Anthrax on this premise, anyone of ya'll can get in
+I breathe, Backwoods sleeves and THC
+I bleed, kamikazes and forty OZ's
+America's Most, the better the smoke, the better the quotes
+For cheddar, Meth'll sever the throat, whatever the coast
+I'm home, let the sun shine on, get his grind on
+And get some phone time, everytime I'm in your timezone
+Look here, it's crooked letter I, ya'll don't meet nothing but crooks here
+It's hot in hell's kitchen, get your cookware, for goodness
+MC's is like that shit chicks be gushing
+For pushing, got me tooken down to Central Booking
+I stick out, as if Tical just walked up in the party with my dick out
+And I'm prepared to take the shit I dish out
+[Interlude: Sample]
+“When you realize that what you got ain't what you want”
+
+[Verse 3: GZA]
+On the, yo, on the expressway, suddenly, I, um, hit the breaks
+A mistake, patrol figure just, ran the plates
+I pull to the shoulder, a half mile ahead
+The vibe got colder when the marksman said
+"Yo, you in the truck, get the fuck out your car
+Put your hands where my eyes could see, not far"
+A fat slob, with pepperspray in the canister
+Donut shop lounger, nine mil brandisher
+Plus my half pound just rang the bell
+Of the bloodhound, had an acute sense of smell
+I guess he was tired of the strip and booking whores
+Moving off a tip he's claimed he's looking for
+Some MC's wanted for a string of break-ins
+Last seen wearing long minks and snakeskinsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Protect Ya Neck (Shao Lin Version)[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard & RZA]
+Wu-Tang Clan coming at ya
+(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
+Protect ya neck, kid
+(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
+To set it off
+(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
+The Inspectah Deck
+
+[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
+I smoke on the mic like "Smokin' Joe" Frazier
+The hell raiser, raisin' hell with the flavor
+Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan
+Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spider-Man
+So uh, tick-tock and keep tickin'
+While I get ya flippin' off the shit that I'm kickin'
+The Lone Ranger, code red, danger
+Deep in the dark with the art to rip the charts apart
+The vandal, too hot to handle
+You battle, you're sayin' "Goodbye" like Tevin Campbell
+Roughneck, Inspectah Deck's on the set
+The Rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back, relax, won't smile
+Rae got it goin' on, pal, call me the rap assassinator
+Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger
+And I'ma get mad deep like a threat
+Blow up your project, then take all your assets
+'Cause I came to shake the frame in half
+With the thoughts that bomb shit like math
+So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man
+'Cause I grab the clip and hit ya with sixteen shots and more, I got
+Goin' to war with the meltin' pot, ah
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth
+Movin' on your left, ah
+And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat
+I wanna break full, cock me back
+Small change, they puttin' shame in the game
+I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame
+And like Fame my style'll live forever
+Niggas crossin' over, but they don't know no better
+But I do, true, can I get a "sue"
+Enough respect due to the one-six-ooh
+I mean O, yo, check out the flow
+Like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin'
+Niggas off because I'm hot like sauce
+The smoke from the lyrical blunt make me *cough*
+
+[Verse 4: U-God]
+Ooh, what, grab my nut, get screwed
+Ow, here comes my Shaolin style
+True B-A-ba-B-Y-U
+To my crew with the "sue"
+
+[Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard & RZA]
+Yeah, yeah, yeah (Watch your step, kid)
+(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
+Come on, baby, baby, come on, baby, baby (Protect ya neck)
+(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
+Come on, baby, baby, come on
+(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
+Yo, you best protect ya neck
+[Verse 5: Ol Dirty Bastard]
+First things first, man, you're fuckin' with the worst
+I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse
+I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack
+Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack
+Shame on you when you step through to
+The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo
+And I'll be damned if I let any man
+Come to my center, you enter the winter
+Straight up and down, that shit is packed jam
+You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him, man
+The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin'
+Ason Unique rollin' with the night of the creeps
+Niggas be rollin' with a stash, ain't sayin' cash
+Bite my style, I'll bite your motherfuckin' ass
+
+[Verse 6: Ghostface Killah]
+For cryin' out loud, my style is wild, so book me
+Not long is how long that this rhyme took me
+Ejectin' styles from my lethal weapon
+My pen that rocks from here to Oregon
+Here's more again, catch it like a psycho flashback
+I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back
+I come with shit in all types of shapes and sounds
+And where I lounge is my stompin' grounds
+I give an order to my peeps across the water
+To go and snatch up props all around the border
+And get far like a shootin' star
+'Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar
+Point blank as I kick the square biz
+There it is, you're fuckin' with pros, and there it goes
+[Verse 7: RZA]
+Yo, chill with the feedback, black, we don't need that
+It's ten o'clock, ho, where the fuck's your seed at?
+Feelin' mad hostile, ran the apostle
+Flowin' like Christ when I speaks the gospel
+Stroll with the holy roll, then attack the globe with the buckus style
+The ruckus, ten times ten men committin' mad sin
+Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin' chin
+Slayin' boom-bangs like African drums, we'll be
+Comin' around the mountain when I come
+Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment
+My clan increase like black unemployment
+Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius
+Take us the fuck outta here
+
+[Verse 8: GZA]
+The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin' labels
+Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
+Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel
+Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table
+That's what you get when you misuse what I invent
+Your empire falls and you lose every cent
+For tryna blow up a scrub
+Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
+Should've pumped it when I rocked it
+Niggas so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets
+This goes on in some companies
+With majors, they're scared to death to pump these
+First of all, who's your A&R?
+A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar?
+But he don't know the meanin' of dope
+When he's lookin' for a suit-and-tie rap
+That's cleaner than a bar of soap
+And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight
+Matter of fact, bring out the girls, and let's have a mud fight
+
+[Outro: RZA]
+You best protect ya neck
+You best protect ya neck
+You best protect ya neck
+You best protect ya neckEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Thirsty Fish(You know they're killers themselves
+People die for them
+You know, guys that I fooled with were killers themselves
+Want it?, how you want it? stop that!, stop that!)
+
+These are the men who lead the crime families of America
+I control 26,000 men
+Except for dope, we operate in all aspects of organized crime
+And if there's one thing I'm sure of, it's that drugs destroy your mind
+And destroy your home
+In the end it'll only lead our country into ruin)
+
+[Ghostface]
+We eat fish, tossed salads and make rap ballads
+The biochemical slang lord'll throw the arrows in the dope fiend
+Vocal chords switch laser beams my triple sevens
+Broke the slot machines out in Queens, Grey Poupon is rebel on rap
+Smack on, swing like batons, most want niggas smoked like Hilshire Farms
+Check the gun we sew, underneath my shoe lies the tap
+That attract bow-legged bitches with wide horse gaps
+In steel mills iron he'll smoke the blow on Duns
+You run heroins, Primatine mist is afraid of my lungs
+Turn my channel, it'll blow your whole bench off the panel
+Like 80 roman candles that backfired then slammed you
+Every day is like a video shoot, check this shit
+I take you back to Playboy, stash guns and whips
+Picture afro, big shish-ka-bobs and daishikis
+1000 civil marched blazed their fists in early sixties
+[Cappadonna]
+Now check this one, you must have been stupid to miss this one
+'Donna shogunnin' flip a ton of fashion
+Destination be the cash when I step past one
+Don't make me blast one, I'm cold like Eskimo flow
+Cappadonna stay chillin' take shots of penicillin
+Clean out and let the steam out, she fiend to blow out
+But I'm equipped with mad white, Morris The Rap got nine lives
+I'll take a few hundred-thousand dollar dives
+And then I still never go down
+Until the last round I shine
+When RZA do his thing motherfucker, I'ma do mine
+
+[Raekwon]
+Now, where I come from cats be carryin' Marryin' drug money
+Fuck up your wife, get four to life, claim we handling
+Midtown niggers scramblin', moving examine the fly shit
+Plus quick to buy shit Chef, yeah, you know the whole gods
+Asterick, Fidel Castro suits plus depositin' cash rule big time
+Play it like Canadian wine, RZA 's the rhyme now, the sacredness of
+One's true mind Now let's get colorful like money green
+High roller coaster, Sosa, million dollar nigga roaster
+Yeah, GOD, be havin' my whole steez laced
+Now let's wrap our tapes, connect dots
+Aim Glocks train style, Figaro fly jewel
+Tri-color Cubans swerving we'll pow with Germans in Suburbans
+24 niggas with vests's on, my own restaurant
+Dons sendin' my sons membership forms
+They still gettin' this paper scraper
+Fake haters from Jamaica, wizards be passing like Lakers
+And if you comin' from Lex, Lewis, Rich Liberace
+Fetus style and block your goals like hockeyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Redemption (Intro)[Intro: sample]
+I’ve taught you well. Everything I know. You’ve even surpassed my skill. But why’s it so important! Years ago your father was a royal guard. The best that there was. He won many royal merits. And still during a special contest he was beaten by five [kung-fu] experts. He was disgraced. So was our clan
+It was long ago but he has never forgotten that day though. And your his only hope. To redeem the clan, retrieve our honorEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Protect Ya Neck (bloody version)[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard & RZA]
+Wu-Tang Clan coming at ya
+(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
+Protect ya neck, kid!
+(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
+To set it off
+(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
+The Inspectah Deck!
+
+[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
+I smoke on the mic like "Smokin' Joe" Frazier
+The hell-raiser, raisin’ hell with the flavor
+Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan
+Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spider-Man
+So uhh, tick-tock and keep tickin'
+While I get ya flippin’ off the shit that I'm kickin'
+The Lone Ranger, code red, danger
+Deep in the dark with the art to rip the charts apart
+The vandal, too hot to handlе
+You battle, you're sayin' "Goodbye" likе Tevin Campbell
+Roughneck, Inspectah Deck's on the set
+The Rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back, relax, won't smile
+Rae got it goin' on, pal, call me the rap assassinator
+Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger
+And I’ma get mad deep like a threat
+Blow up your project, then take all your assets
+’Cause I came to shake the frame in half
+With the thoughts that bomb shit like math
+So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man
+'Cause I grab the clip and hit ya with 16 shots and more, I got
+Goin’ to war with the meltin' pot, akh
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth
+Movin' on your left, aah!
+And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat
+I wanna break full, cock me back
+Small change, they puttin’ shame in the game
+I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame
+And like Fame my style'll live forever
+Niggas crossin' over, but they don't know no better
+But I do, true, can I get a "suue"
+Enough respect due to the one-six-ooh
+I mean O, yo check out the flow
+Like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin'
+Niggas off, because I'm hot like sauce
+The smoke from the lyrical blunt make me *cough*
+
+[Verse 4: U-God]
+Ooh, what, grab my nut, get screwed
+Oww, here comes my Shaolin style
+True B-A-ba-B-Y-U
+To my crew with the "suuuuue"
+
+[Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard & RZA]
+Yeah, yeah, yeah (Watch your step, kid)
+(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
+C'mon, baby baby, c'mon, baby baby (Protect ya neck)
+(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
+C'mon, baby baby, c'mon
+(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
+Yo, you best protect ya neck
+[Verse 5: Ol Dirty Bastard]
+First things first, man, you're fuckin' with the worst
+I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse
+I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack
+Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack
+Shame on you when you step through to
+The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo
+And I'll be damned if I let any man
+Come to my center, you enter the winter
+Straight up and down, that shit is packed jam
+You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him, man
+The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin'
+Ason Unique rollin' with the night of the creeps
+Niggas be rollin' with a stash, ain't sayin' cash
+Bite my style, I'll bite your motherfuckin' ass
+
+[Verse 6: Ghostface Killah]
+For cryin' out loud, my style is wild, so book me
+Not long is how long that this rhyme took me
+Ejectin' styles from my lethal weapon
+My pen that rocks from here to Oregon
+Here's more again, catch it like a psycho flashback
+I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back
+I come with shit in all types of shapes and sounds
+And where I lounge is my stompin' grounds
+I give an order to my peeps across the water
+To go and snatch up props all around the border
+And get far like a shootin' star
+'Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar
+Point-blank as I kick the square biz
+There it is, you're fuckin' with pros, and there it goes
+[Verse 7: RZA]
+Yo, chill with the feedback, black, we don't need that
+It's 10 o'clock, ho, where the fuck's your seed at?
+Feelin' mad hostile, ran the apostle
+Flowin' like Christ when I speaks the gospel
+Stroll with the holy roll, then attack the globe with the buckus style
+The ruckus, ten times ten men committin' mad sin
+Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin' chin
+Slayin' boom-bangs like African drums, we'll be
+Comin' around the mountain when I come
+Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment
+My clan increase like black unemployment
+Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius
+Take us the fuck outta here
+
+[Verse 8: GZA]
+The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin' labels
+Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
+Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel
+Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table
+That's what you get when you misuse what I invent
+Your empire falls and you lose every cent
+For tryna blow up a scrub
+Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
+Should've pumped it when I rocked it
+Niggas so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets
+This goes on in some companies
+With majors, they're scared to death to pump these
+First of all, who's your A&R?
+A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar?
+But he don't know the meanin' of dope
+When he's lookin' for a suit-and-tie rap
+That's cleaner than a bar of soap
+And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight
+Matter of fact, bring out the girls, and let's have a mud fight
+
+[Outro: RZA]
+You best protect ya neck
+You best protect ya neck
+You best protect ya neck
+You best protect ya neckEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+FragmentsYeah, yeah yeah now, what the fuck now?
+Flipmode Wu-Tang shit, what the fuck now?
+Yeah, yeah, yeah
+Historical and monumental shit
+What the fuck now? Yeah, yeah, yeah
+Straight smack a nigga right in the face like this was handball
+Or make a mural out his face up on a damn wall
+Niggas play hard and shit
+If you know what's best for you y'all niggas better safeguard your shit
+Even though we rep brass knuckle rap
+Fuck with street geniuses and bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap
+Street niggas now the corporate boss
+Still go to y'all restaurant for steamed fish and Irish moss
+And y-yo, the way we do it and you see how my shit bomb
+Your whole show wack and I'm a cancel your sitcom
+Fuck a nigga broad 'til she tired and real calm
+You ain't knowin' my name tattooed on your bitch arm
+The way we blow shit is a shame
+Casually bust my gun and celebrate bustin' a cork on the champagne
+Wrote you with a whole new approach that lead a whole team of niggas
+Y'all should know I only ball like a coach, now!
+Check out the light fixture, freak lines like white bitches
+Let the mic lines hang, that slang is ridiculous
+Emperor of warlords, big gun only fuck with sawed offs
+That's my specialty, more to bust
+Shot out my bed parrot keep it gangster Lord
+I analyze your work those that got merked were not established
+Texture look classy, arm baby 2000 Raspberry
+S-5, blowin through Asbury
+Soon to own steakhouses, glowin' like makeover thousand
+Them them niggas, robbin' from Pinkhouse's
+Show and prove, knockin' off cab drivers
+God, sodomize money, ring two hundred thousand
+See the color of the carved out Wu emblem
+Baby, it's all designers, tailor-made Wu gooses
+Limousine, automatic new Uzi's in 'em yo
+Relax, cousin just cruise through, jewels with him
+Move up the block, giant box blast my song
+Non-stop, strictly hip-hop, march on
+Doo rag hang long, metal tape is high bias
+Graphics, captured with the colorful iris
+I zoom in while the listeners tune in
+Some assumin' they paid dues and joined the union
+Lost nigga couldn't rumble in this wild jungle
+Quick to crumble, type to be on the stand and fumble
+Divine Master threw on the track that made 'em bleed
+He produce at unattainable rains of top speed
+This powerful magnet that left 'em stagnant
+Was unlikely in cameras in larger fragments
+Unfilled rifle, scout sniper, shots precise
+Starlight scope with the night vision device
+Splendid marksman that'll shoot the one off the dice
+Split a grain of rice in one shot we kill 'em twiceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Rush[Intro: Method Man]
+Oh, Oh, Oh, Come On, Come On, Come On
+Mutha What? Muthafucka
+That's Right, All Day, All Night
+Come On, Get Down, Yes Y'all And
+To The Right Beat And You Can Even Dance
+Or, Just Have A Seating, Seating
+Yo, Yo, Yo
+[Method Man]
+What It Was, What It Is, It's Like I Got A Pistol
+To My Head, Can I Live? You Never Should Of Left Tical For Dead
+Never That, Be Careful What You Wish For
+Today's Your Day To Get Yours
+Blowin' Up The Spot From The Sixth Floor, Bent Off
+Come And Get Your On Smoke On, Fish Funk To Choke On
+Go 'head, Blaze A Pound Of That Bullshit We Both On
+Take It The 'source', 'hip Hop Quotable', Of Course
+I'm Pullin' Out My 'roots', To Breathe In My 'black Thought'
+Let's Be Honest, I Break A Spirit, If She Break A Promise
+They Act Just Like They Momma's, Now What That Got To Do
+With The Price Of Rice In China
+Or Why These Gold Miners Raise The Price On They Vagina
+Now Frankly, I'm Official, New York Yankee
+You Can Blame The Radio Stations That's Trynna Yank Me
+And Jerk The Jabber Jaw Shark Bitten Flow
+Go 'head, Test The Water, My Friend, Stick In Your Toe
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Rush, The Colisseum, Rush, The Dance Floor
+Rush, The Limosine, Rush, Don't Let Go
+And Jerk The Jabber Jaw Shark Bitten Flow
+Go 'head, Test The Water, My Friend, Stick In Your Toe
+Whoa-Ho-Ho, Let Me Like, Solo With The Flow
+Whoa-Ho-Ho, Promoter Better Pay Me At The Door
+Whoa-Ho-Ho, What The Fuck Y'all Think I'm Flowin' For
+If I Move To Quick, Oh, You Just Don't Know
+[Gza]
+The Sound Echoed Through The Neighborhood And Vibrate
+Circulate Eruptions Throughout The Tri-State
+The Wise They Attract To It, Cuz It's Magnetic
+Those Slow Kids, Stuck On The Block, They Don't Get It
+But, They Don't Wanna Set It, Track On Immedietly
+Quick Fast, Clock Tick To The Blast Machine
+The Bugged Out, They Scatter When The Lights On
+We Raid Those Local Spots, Til We Turn The Mics On
+Rollin' With The Talent, The Beats, And Rap Verse
+The Crowd Get Excited, With The Heat And Clap First
+Must Of Had A Hot Hand To Go In His Waist Band
+Set He Had To Lick A Shot For A Top Notch Clan
+Multiple Swordsmen, Blade Sharp
+Rip Through Your Heart, M.C.'s, Want No Part
+For Any Type Of Conflict, Or Nonsense, Then We Respond Quick
+It Get Thick, The Problem, Goes Beyond Sick
+[Chorus]
+[Method Man]
+Let The Record Show, Never Test My Flow
+Never Tested Positive For Blow
+Got My Whole Life Ahead Of Me, No Time To Be Sniffin'
+Soon As Muthafuckas Get Dough, They Act Different
+But Not Nixon, Let The Pot Call The Kettle Black, But Not In My Kitchen
+And Y'all Fixin', To Be On Milk Cartoons Missing
+In The Double Xl, Supreme Clientele
+Since Then I Have No Birthday, My Sign's Not For Sale
+If I Had A Dollar, For Every Time M.C.'s Tried To Holla
+Brag About Dough, And Pop They Collar
+I'd Probably Be A Zillionaire, Like, 'fuck Rapping And Rappers'
+Cut The Drama, We Don't Like The Way Y'all Actin'
+Eat, Drink And Smoke Mary, Mr. Meth's Rated X
+By Any Means Necessary (Come On)
+It Ain't Easy Being Greasy, In The Main Event Now
+Catch Me On Your Pay-Per-View Tv
+
+[Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Business (Interlude)[Interlude]
+[Movie samples from "Willie Dynamite":]
+Man we always been loose
+Dealin off the turf like it was never gonna run dry
+That ain't no business
+No other game is run so disorganized
+Look around
+Everything that is taken care of business
+Is together, dig it? TIGHT~!
+(Together, except us)
+[Whispered:] Right!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Live Through Death[Intro: kung-fu movie samples]
+(What is that?)
+The way of the true samurai
+Is the ability to live through deathEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+MTV Base London Freestyle Pt II, 1997[Introduction: RZA (Method Man)]
+(Everybody come on down)
+Sittin' in my class, yo
+Let me get the mic, yo,yo, check, check, yo, yo
+
+[Verse 1: RZA]
+Sittin' in my class at a quarter to ten
+Waitin' patiently for the class to begin
+The teacher said "Students open up your text
+And read the first paragraph on oral sex!"
+I said "Oral sex! What kind of class is this?!"
+Then the girl next to me said "what's wrong with you miss?!
+Yo, this is a lesson that makes you feel fine
+Kinda ease your nerves and relax your mind!"
+I told her "Don't try to use no hypnostic spell!"
+She said "Be my assistant, I'd sure rather tell!"
+Yo, my knees buckled heart started to drop
+My dick grew to a size that my nerves couldn't stop
+I tried to leave, she yelled out "freeze!"
+Pulled down my pants and then dropped to her knees
+Ripped off my draws as if she had claws
+Broke the rules that defined sex laws
+She saw my dick and responded quick with a welcoming kiss
+And a ice cream lick
+She did the job she begin to slob
+As she nibbled on my dick like it was corn on a cob
+She put her head in between my legs
+I said "Easy on my balls, they're fragile as eggs."
+She kept sucking and then we start fucking
+She said "RZArector, nigga keep trucking"
+Yes, in pain she yelled out the name "Rakeem!"
+And then I came
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+*unintelligible freestyle*
+
+Do the knowledge to a nigga named Trigga
+Bad rude boy from the lands of Jamaica
+Visions to venture to the U.S
+To receive the gold that he couldn't achieve in his country
+Even though he sold mad weed
+For the next man, who was the Don of the clan
+Niggas actin' like they got my block locked
+Like I can't sling drug raps and eat food
+But I be the rudest... gun totin'
+Shots lash out like a violent explosion
+At the nigga, who tries to stop my production
+Intervene the scene and slow up my Cream
+None of that black, East New York, gun talk
+Niggas I extort from Baltic to Boardwalk
+
+[Hook RZA]
+Someones knocking at my door, someones ringing my bell
+Well, who is it?
+Someones knocking at my door, someones ringing the bell
+Well, who is it?
+Someones knocking at my door, someones ringing the  bell
+
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+This rhyme has no limitation, this time there's no hesitation
+Collecting minds at the door
+You want it baby it's yours, the flavors raw
+What the fuck you think I'm flowing for? It's rhyme and reason
+Bite the bullet brothers is foul and it's duck season
+We at odds till we even motherfucker
+Bad asses, high times, lower classes
+Taste mine, straight shots in dirty glasses
+Bring it to him, room service, under pressure and mad nervous
+Waving guns at the clergy
+Ticallion, we ain't worried, keep them sick niggas 7-30
+Picture this, watch the birdy
+[Hook]
+Someones knocking at my door
+Who is it?
+Someones ringing my bell
+Well, its the RZA!
+Someones knocking at my door
+Who is it?
+Someones ringing my bell
+Well, its the RZA!
+
+[Verse 4: RZA]
+This here style is called sweet premium
+If it was crack, I guess you fiends would beam them
+Crabs don't like me, but what could they do me
+Disrespect the God, yo nigga, i'll tell you truly
+Rhymes are like poison, son, so watch your dosage
+Me? I'm like the priest Pai Mei, the White Lotus
+Style is wild, it's called the Plum Blossum
+Cold grab the microphone, you play possum
+Sometimes rhyming may not just be my intent
+You wanna fight? You best to wear a helmet
+It won't take long for me, to break your barrier
+Coming out strapped just like a missile carrier
+Out of the blue the Wu will fuck with you
+When I gots the gun, dunn, I play the buckaroo
+Walk down the block like a vigilante
+Guess I can't stop 'til a hoe enchant me
+Then I step to her, just to interview her
+Sweat her for an hour, 'til I get to screw her
+Keep a stack of condoms inside my cannister
+Freak her on the floor, and on my bannister
+Coming back for more, that's how we keep them
+R to the H-A-E-M, yo
+[Verse 5: Method Man]
+Girls and girls and girls and girls, girls and girls and girls and girls
+Stephanie's a girl without no hair
+Everytime i see her face, it makes me scared
+She so big and strong, destroying all the houses
+Beating down the fellas and busting out her blouses
+So one night I was so damn scared
+Cause she reached down in her drawers and started pulling a [?]
+So I ran out the block, my stupid street
+And she was right there singing this song to me
+So I took off again, started running my speed
+That's when I ran into the brother Allah B
+Now I was [?] I was kinda confused
+But I had to get away there was no time to lose
+Stephanie was upset, getting real mad
+Walking around [?]
+I looked around she was nowhere to be seen
+That's when she cold snuffed the brother, Allah B
+So I ran out the block by the plaza store
+And she was standing right there in the fucking door
+So I took off again, but she was catching up fast
+Stephanie [?] and started waxing my ass
+
+[Hook]
+Someones knocking at your door nigga
+Who is it nigga?
+Someones ringing the bell
+Well its U-G
+Someones knocking at my door, someones ringing the bell
+Well, U-G
+
+
+[Verse 6: U-God]
+I holds down the place, no shots to your  face
+Elite Special force no religious style faith
+The melting pot boil gun shot drama soil
+Gamble when I scramble handle hot pots of oil
+
+[Interlude]
+[U-God] We're gonna bring it back selector... Mathematics
+[RZA] Hit 'em this one time, hit 'em this one time
+[U-God] Hit' em in the head with the oldschool dead, dead 'em up real dead
+[Meth] Word, right yo nigga, yo, come on with the... (we outta here)
+*unintelligible freestyling*
+[RZA] This is Wu-Tang, we out right here, we out though, we out
+[Meth] Hold on...fuck that
+[RZA] We gotta rap it up, we gotta rap it up
+[Meth] Alright...
+
+[Outro: Method Man]
+I'm here for you son, I gotcha back
+As long as you keep it real, word, I gotcha back
+Brothers want the drama but don't know how to act
+Until the chrome pointed at his dome head crack...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Played by the Game (Interlude)[Intro: movie samples]
+Man you know there used to be rules to this shit
+Nowadays people do whatever the FUCK they want
+And worry about that shit later
+That's the general mentality out here Kurt
+You ain't hearin me
+You wanna play this game
+You can't cry when the game play youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+One Last Question… (Outro)[Outro: Interviewer & RZA]
+One more question, right? You got the Fat Buddha, you got the Drunk Buddha. What’s the RZA Buddha?
+Ha-ha-ha-ha, I’d say he’s the Universal BuddhaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Laced Cheeba (feat. Ghostface, Sean Price, & Trife Diesel)Your kung fu is good!
+Your magic is good
+That's why he waited!
+My power had diminished
+So he'll have to kill me
+Yes, but...
+
+Your kung fu is still good
+If you practice again
+
+Fierce, I travel across seas on glaciers
+4 shoguns that got fucked by geishas
+Still gracious, still able to twist out darts
+Just screw up your skin for swimming
+With the sharks. Broken ankle
+Fucking with the wallabee clarks
+Got them bitches still screaming my name
+"Waddup Starks?" I'm a bone-crusher
+Ox'll split your face like a Dutch Master
+No more mixes - polar bears from Alaska
+With sharkskin Air Max's and igloos of ice
+Rocks clumped up like overcooked rice
+I'm nice, you the reason why the game went soft
+Playing niggas, I come through and season your broth
+Like Mr. Dash, I blast, I'm a Menace like Dennis
+Young Ghost, in the bathroom a 6-month sentence
+Rehabilitated, back in the yard, flying heads
+With barbed wires, stay tying niggas to beds
+Everybody get paid
+Everybody get laid
+All these bitches dirty
+Everybody got AIDS
+Everybody get played
+Everybody get sprayed
+Everybody do what I say
+Everybody my maid
+P - crack-selling black felon
+That clap "rat tat tat tat tat" melons
+Some thugs - one gun, one slug
+Shot-caller, like "yo let me speak to young Mugs"
+Listen, it's Mandela, pa
+I grab wack emcees, I smack em hella-hard
+I kill niggas with the birdy blick banger
+My Wu-Tang niggas call me the 36th Chamber
+"Lyrical miracle spiritual" rap dudes
+Get smacked off their skateboard for not paying rap dues
+P - call me the gatekeeper
+Break heaters on your face, smoking laced cheeba
+
+She want a thug, not the lawyer-type
+A golden boy employed to promote and write
+Sort of like an ill De La Hoya fight
+I'm eating good, enjoying life
+Flawless ice, with the bag of flawless white
+With no strings attached, pull this might
+Toy with my S550 with the raw pipe
+Peeling off like snakeskin
+Watch the cobra bite
+Overnight success story
+Going jet for me, you rep ?
+That's why your cassette's corny
+Your money too short for long convo
+You in the game hurting, tryna play
+Rajon Rondo. Millionaire swag
+Peep your boys ensemble
+Jewels heavy, Prince Akeem, coming to America, et cetera
+Whoever said the kite is a messenger
+Cause I think like the man behind a register
+Quick to pull the toaster out
+Stomp, choke em out. We over here
+Counting Bread, what you loaf about?
+You finished already? Get up and fight
+Hey, let's get some strength
+Let him go til he outlive me
+Let's say he killed my cult, let's goEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Fatal Hesitation (Interlude)[Skit: sample]
+— Don't pursue him. It would be dangerous, because that might force him to kill you. And he would not hesitate to do that
+— May I know your name?
+— You two men, I assume are new pupils of the temple
+— Yes!
+— Hmm, I am Hee Mai
+— Pejah
+— I was ordered by your reputed abbot. To enter into retreat here. It seems destiny has so arranged things. That we meet here. Now tell me what particular styles. Of kung-fu you are learning here
+— I am learning boxing
+— Hmm. Well I'll teach you boxing. And also how to use the whip
+However, in return for this though. You must do something for me
+— Could you tell us what you'd like us to do?
+— I have two serious female disciples. One is Mau Tru Wah, and the other is Win Len Jong. My husband died. He was killed some time ago. In a battle with the Wu-TangEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Method Man (Crazy C. Remix)[Intro]
+Fat dub sack! Remix of Method Man for ya one time. Yeah
+
+[Chorus]
+M-E-T-H-O-D Man
+M-E-T-H-O-D Man
+M-E-T-H-O-D Man
+M-E-T-H-O-D Man
+
+[Verse 1]
+Hey, you, get off my cloud
+See me get raw with my southpaw style
+Mover, puffin' on a fat blunt from Cuba
+It's the Meth-Tical jet to Cal, I'm the Buddha
+Monk on the hunt for machine gun funk
+I get ya open like a slug from a shotgun pump
+Double barrel, yeah, Meth, bring it to 'em proper
+Partner, you ain't got no ends in mi casa
+Straight up, you're movin' too fast, so baby wait up
+Took one, added seven more, now you eight up
+Get on down with your bad self, get on down
+Listen to the sound, c'mon
+You could never get this ultimate legit
+See y'all up in my ass but you don't know shit, uh huh
+What's your definition of a real MC?
+From what you dedicated, eh, you must be me
+Meth-Tical, A true descendant of the loud hip-hop
+I goes on till' the break of dawn and just don't stop
+Give me the green light and the sound one way
+Have you had your meth today? Huh
+[Break]
+Move it in, move it out
+Stick it in, pull it out
+Shake it up, shake it down
+Come on down, Meth-Tical
+Oh I hope and pray that I will
+But today I am still just a
+
+[Chorus]
+M-E-T-H-O-D Man
+M-E-T-H-O-D Man
+M-E-T-H-O-D Man
+M-E-T-H-O-D Man
+
+[Verse 2]
+Oh, rappers can't get with this style, extra wicked
+Rap flow is bangin' like butter on a biscuit
+A-tisket a-tasket, I'm not tryin; to have it
+Might show up, stun 'em and run 'em when they ragging
+Those who test it, respect it, the method
+They know I can't be messed with, I'm hectic, accept it
+Ill break it down, I get down for my crown
+Filthy, dirty like a worm underground
+Trying to avoid the early bird, that's the word
+Before I kick the bucket I'mma kick em' to the curb
+Check out the cloud, smoke out from the mouth
+Other brothers got mad love new style for the hood, hey
+Into the square if you dare
+Without a flaw, I'm so raw that I'm rare
+I'm goin' to the country, I'm goin' to the fair
+To see the señorita with flowers in her hair
+And get mine, 'cause she love me long time
+(Bartender bring more wine) Get in line for the
+[Chorus]
+M-E-T-H-O-D Man
+M-E-T-H-O-D Man
+M-E-T-H-O-D Man
+Here I am, here I am, the Method Man
+
+[Outro]
+Wu-Tang, Killa Bees on a swarm (He is here for you)
+It ain't safe no more
+PLO style, 1993 to '94 (He, is here for you)
+The rugged raw (He is here for you)
+(He is here for you)
+(He is, he is, he is, he is here for you)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Method Man (smoked out version)[Skit: Method Man & Raekwon]
+Yeahhh, torture, motherfucker, what?
+Torture, nigga, what?
+What? I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' tie you to a fuckin' bedpost
+With your ass cheeks spread out and shit, right?
+Put a hanger on a fuckin' stove and let that shit sit there for like a half hour, take it off and stick it in your ass slow like tss
+Yeah, I'll fuckin', yeah, I'll fuckin' lay your nuts on a fuckin' dresser, just your nuts layin' on a fuckin' dresser, and bang them shits with a spiked fuckin' bat
+Ooh whassup? Blaow!
+I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin', pull your fuckin' tongue out your fuckin'
+Mouth and stab the shit with a rusty screwdriver, blaoww!
+I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick off A fuckin' 12 sto-story building out this motherfucker
+I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin', sew your asshole closed, and keep feedin' you And feedin' you, and feedin' you, and feedin' you
+Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice
+Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah?
+Niggas is whylin', check it out, kid
+
+[Intro: GZA]
+From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again
+The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck
+Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+M-E-T-H-O-D Man
+M-E-T-H-O-D Man
+M-E-T-H-O-D Man
+M-E-T-H-O-D Man
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Hey, you, get off my cloud!
+You don't know me and you don't know my style
+Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?
+Here I am, here I am, the Method Man
+Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey! The Method Man
+Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
+Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter
+In fact, I snap back like a rubber
+Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am
+And I don't eat green eggs and ham
+Style will hit ya, wham! Then goddamn
+You'll be like, "Oh shit, that's the jam!"
+Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild
+I'm about to blow, light me up
+Upside, downside, inside and outside
+Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I
+Am the one and only Method Man
+The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran
+Wrap, with some of this and some of that
+Hold up (what?) I tawt I taw I putty tat
+Over there, but I think he best to beware
+Of the diggy dog shit right here
+Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo
+Like Deck said, this ain't your average flow
+Comin' like rah ooh ah achie kah
+Tell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?
+The poetry's in motion, coast to coast and
+Rub it on your skin like lotion
+What's the commotion? Oh my Lord
+Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
+"Hey, hey, hey!" like Fat Albert
+It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it
+It's the Method
+[Break: Method Man]
+All right, y'all, get your White Owls
+Get your meth, get your skins
+Don't forget your forty
+And we gonna do it like this
+
+[Bridge: Method Man]
+I got fat bags of skunk
+I got White Owl blunts
+And I'm about to go get lifted
+Yes, I'm about to go get lifted
+I got myself a forty
+I got myself a shorty
+And I'm about to go and stick it
+Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uhh
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff
+Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'
+Zoooom, I hit the mic like boom!
+Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes
+Question, what exactly is a panty raider?
+Ill behavior, savior or major flavor
+All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer
+Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super
+Not an average Joe with an average flow
+Doin' average things with average hoes
+Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm
+For my Super Sperm (check it)
+Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked
+I smell sess—pass the method
+Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic
+Missiles and shoot game like a pistol
+Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang!)
+A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain
+J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump
+Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump
+Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me
+Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me
+P-A-N-T-Y R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry
+Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me
+Ooh, I be the super sperm
+Chim chiminy chim chim cher-ee
+Freak a flow and flow fancy free
+Now, how many licks does it take
+For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?
+Peep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang!)
+Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach
+So to each and every crew
+You're clear like glass, I can see right through
+Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd
+And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm…
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+The M-E-T-H-O-D Man
+M-E-T-H-O-D Man
+M-E-T-H-O-D Man
+Here I am, here I am, the Method Man
+
+[Outro: RZA, (Ghostface Killah) & Method Man​]
+Straight from the slums of Shaolin
+Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm
+(Your soul have just been tooken
+Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid)
+Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peaceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+The place to find Your Sports BagWhen hunting for a sports activities bag, there are various varieties, several makes, and several sites to search for all of these. You can use any bag to get a athletics issey miyake crossbody bag duffel bag truly; it just should be able to carry: a improve of clothes, which might be usually the clothes utilized when doing exercises, which may be changed with all the street dresses, and maybe some modest weights and other exercising equipment. Often a large again pack or even a substantial messenger bag could get the job done like a sports activities duffel bag. Quite a bit of occasions, the duffle bag is the favored athletics bag nevertheless
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+Most luggage which might be labeled as sports activities bags are literally duffle baggage. They are a very simple, cylindrical form, built with water-proof fabrics ordinarily, or h2o resistant fabrics, and so they have 1 sipper on prime inside the middle, from time to time extra pockets, plus they even have just one strap on top rated, and often they have got two more compact handles on possibly facet on the zipper. Other duffle luggage usually are not bao bao backpack created out of water resistant material. Sometimes it expenses a little bit further to be able to get a bag which is not likely for being prone to drinking water injury or must dry continually on a wet day or if a drink gets spilled on it
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+Some sporting activities duffle luggage are created for the comfort from the individual playing the athletics. They sometimes have pockets around the sporting activities bags which are capable to carry water bottles and balanced treats for your person. They are really normally about the sides with the bag or some thing, the place they may be in a position being simply accessed by approximately anyone who wants a drink
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+Good conditioning bags can be bought practically any where, relying on what sort of products or health and fitness bag a person desires to get. You will discover department stores that normally sell guide bags and back packs and messenger baggage that a lot of people will use as fitness bags. These issey miyake bag sale can be found almost anywhere, at K-Mart, Wal-Mart, Kohl's, and various shops like that. Other extra hardcore sporting activities fans are ordinarily a bit pickier than to simply accept any bag from any retail store
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+If you are within the choosy aspect you may want to buy on-line from eBay or Amazon, or some even Google sports activities bags and find out what internet sites come up which might be in organization to market gymnasium and sports activities and physical fitness bags. You can also find specialty sports activities fanatic retailers out and about, these types of as Dick's Sporting Goods, Dunham's Sporting Goods, and various shops of that nature. Any health store will likely have a variety of athletics bags on sale within the leather-based sports activities bagEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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