Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber

歌詞

Yo, Meth, hold up, hold up Yo, Meth, where my Killer tape at, God? First of all, where my Where the fuck is my tape at? Yo, son, I ain't got that piece, son How you ain't got my shit when I let you hold it, man? Yo, niggas came over to have 40s and blunts, kid The shit just came up missin', son Come on, man, that don't got nothin' to do with my shit, man Come on, man, go head with that shit, man Come on, man, I'll buy you four more fuckin' Killer tapes, man [banging on the door] Ayo! Ayo! Open the door, man! What the fuck, man? Yo, what? What's up? Yo, yo, God, word is bond, yo Shameek just got bust in his head two times, God! Word to mother! Word life, God You know Shameek from fuckin' 212, God? The nigga just got bucked Niggas in a black Land, God, word is bond Came through, God, from out of nowhere, God Word is bond I'm comin' to get my Culture Cipher, God And they just… word is bond Crazy shots just went the fuck off, God Niggas let off crazy shots, kid The nigga layin' there like a fuckin' newborn fuckin' baby, God Word up! Is he dead? Is he fuckin' dead? What the fuck you mean is he fuckin' dead, God? What the fuck kind of question is that, B? Fuck you think? Easy, easy The nigga layin' there with his fuckin'… All types of fuckin' blood comin' out of his fuckin'… (sarcastically) Is he is he is he dead? Yo, God, what's up, God? It's the God, God, word is bond Yo, what's up? I'm ready to fuckin' lay… I'm ready to get busy, God, what's up? Yo, let's go do what we got… What's up, yo? Yo let's go do what we gotta do, man, fuck it Yo, we out or what, man? It's the God, God, fuck that, man You sayin' we out? They probably took the tape What the fuck? Nigga still sweatin' the tape, man What the fuck is you talkin' about? Get the fuck outta here! Fuckin' corn! Good Morning Vietnam! Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin' knotty-headed niggas Word to the camouflage large niggas Bitch, where the fuck is my bottle? Bring that fuckin' meth in here, man! Yo, yo, yo Now we gonna drink some good night train, get you goin' Yo, yo, yo, yo! Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked Then attack ya like a pit, then lock shit down As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore But givin' you more and more like "Ding!" Nah, shorty, get you open like six packs Killa Beez attack, flippin' what? Murder one phat tracks, aight? I kick it like a Nike Flight Word life, I get that ass robbed on spite Check the method from Bedrock 'Cause I rock your head to bed just like rockin' what? Twin Glocks! Shake the ground while my beats just break ya down Raw sound, goin' to war right now So, yo, bombin', We-Usually Take-All-Niggas-Garm ents Save your breath before I vomit! I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine? A-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 for this mic piece, duke? I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root PLO Style, buddha monks with the owls Now, who's the fuckin' man? Meth-Tical On the chessbox "Wu-Tang style" (Yo, yeah, yo) I leave the mic in body bags My rap style has the force to leave ya lost like the Tribe of Shabazz Murderous material made by a madman It's the mic wrecker, Inspectah, bad man From the bad lands of the Killa Rap fanatic, representin' with the skill that's iller Dare to compare, get pierced just like your ear The Shooby Doo-Wop pop, strictly hardware Armed and geared 'cause I just broke out the prison Charged by the system for murderin' the rhythm Now, lo and behold another deadly episode Bound to catch another fuckin' charge when I explode! Slammin' a hype-ass verse 'til your head burst I ramshack dead in the track and that's that Rap assassin, fast and quick to blast in hard rock I ran up in spots like Fort Knox I'm hot! Top notch, Ghost thinks with logic Flashbacks how I attacked your whole project I'm raw, I'm rugged and raw! I repeat If I die, my seed'll be ill like me Approachin' me, yo, out of respect, chops to neck I get vexed, like crashin' up a phat-ass Lex So, clear the way! Make way! Yo! Open the cage! Peace, I'm out, jettin' like a runaway slave You gettin' stripped from your garments, boy, run your jewels All the meth got me open like Fallopian tubes I bring death to a snake when he least expect Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck! Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, jam is fatal Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through your navel Suspenseful force bein' brought through my utensil The pencil, I bring strong winds up against you Havoc, then run through your county like the Maverick Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics A-a-a-ah-ah, are you a warrior, killer? Slicin' shit like a samurai? The Ol' Dirty Bastard from the bar! Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists Comin' at your ass like a sorceress, shootin' that piss Niggas be gettin' on my fuckin' nerves Rhymes they be kickin' make me wanna kick 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! 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 Killah 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 Paow! Now it's all over Niggas seein' pink hearts, yellow moons, orange stars and green clovers