Wu-tang: 7th Chamber - Part 2

Wu-Tang Clan

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    Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
    Now hoods on the right, wild for the night
    Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what
    Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
    Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
    Hoods on the right, wild for the night
    Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what

    This goes back to nineteen
    Ahem, check it, yo
    GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!!
    Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggaz
    Word to the camoflouge large niggaz
    Bitch niggaz fuckin my body
    Bring that fuckin meth in here
    Yo yo yo yo
    Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain

    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 while I'm fulla spite!
    Check the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed
    Just like rockin what? Twin glocks!
    Shake the ground while my beats just break you down
    Raw sound, we going to war right now
    So, yo, bombin
    We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments
    Save ya breath before I bomb it

    I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward
    I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword
    So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine?
    Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time!
    And pull a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow
    I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, tical
    The FUCK you wanna do? More than Spike Lee's Do
    I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
    PLO style, buddha monks with the owls
    So who's the fucking man? Meth-Tical
    On the chessbox

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    Yo, yeah, yo
    I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has
    The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz
    Murderous material, made by a madman
    It's the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
    From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic
    Representing with the skill that's iller
    Dare to compare, get pierced just like an ear
    The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly hardware
    Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison
    Charged by the system - for murdering the rhythm!
    Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode
    Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I explode

    Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head burst
    I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that
    Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and hardrock
    I ran up in spots like Fort Knox!
    I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logic
    Flashback's how I attacked your whole project
    I'm raw, I'm rugged and raw! I repeat, if I die
    My seed'll be ill like me
    Approachin me, you out of respect, chops ya neck
    I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass Lex'
    So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the cage
    Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway slave

    Yo
    Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
    While the meth got me open like falopian tubes
    I bring death to a snake when he least expect
    Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck
    Ruler Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is fatal
    Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel
    Suspenseful, plus bein bought through my utensil
    The pencil, I break strong winds up against your
    Abbot, that run up through your county like the Maverick
    Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics

    Are you, uh, ah, uh
    Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit like a samurah
    The Ol' Dirty Bastard VUNDABAH
    Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists
    Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS!
    Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin nerves
    Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curb
    I got funky fresh, like the old specialist
    A carrier, messenger, bury ya
    This experience is for the whole experience
    Let it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT SCIENCE

    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
    Niggaz seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
    Orange stars and green clovers

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