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Wu-tang Clan - Wu-tang: 7th Chamber - Part 2 Lyrics

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  • Intro: the genius/gza (from "clan in da front")
  • Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
  • Now hoods on the right, wild for the night
  • Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what
  • Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
  • Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
  • Hoods on the right, wild for the night
  • Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what
  • ---
  • This goes back to nineteen..
  • Ahem, check it, yo
  • Good morning vietnam!!
  • Yeah, good morning to all you mother*****in notty-headed niggaz
  • Word to the camoflouge large niggaz
  • ***** niggaz *****in my body
  • Bring that *****in meth in here
  • Yo yo yo yo
  • Now we gonna drink some good nightrain
  • Verse one: raekwon the chef
  • 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
  • Verse two: 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 ***** 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 ***** 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 *****ing man? meth-tical
  • On the chessbox
  • Verse three: inspector 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 *****in charge when i explode
  • Verse four: ghostface killer
  • 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 five: prince rakeem/rza
  • 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
  • Verse six: ol dirty bastard
  • Are you, uh, ah, uh
  • Are you a warrior? killer? slicin shit like a samurah
  • The ol' dirty bastard vundabah
  • Ol' dirty clan of terrorists
  • Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that piss!
  • Niggaz be gettin on my *****in nerves
  • Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they *****in 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 seven: 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
  • Niggaz seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
  • Orange stars and green clovers

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