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wu-tang clan - wu-tang: 7th chamber - pt. ii كلمات الأغنية

[intro: the g*nius/gza (from “clan in da front”)]
n-ggas on the left, brag sh-t 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
n-ggas on the left, brag sh-t 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 motherf-ckin notty-headed n-ggas
word to the camouflage large n-ggas
b-tch n-ggas f-ckin my body
bring that f-ckin 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 sh-t 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
k!ller bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks
a’ight? i kick it like a night flite!
word life, i get that -ss 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 n-ggas garments
save ya breath before i vomit

[verse 2: method man]
i be that insane n-gga from the psycho ward
i’m on the trigger, plus i got the wu-tang sword
so how you figure that you can even f-ck with mine?
hey, yo, rza! hit me with that sh-t one time!
and pull a foul, n-ggas save the beef on the cow
i’m milkin this ho, this is my show, tical
the f-ck 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 f-cking 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 k!ller, rap fanatic
representing with the sk!ll 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 f-ckin charge when i explode

[verse 4: ghostface k!llah]
slammin a hype–ss verse til ya head burst
i ramshack dead in the track, and that’s that
rap -ss-ssin, 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–ss 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 d-mn 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 b-st-rd]
are uh-ah-uh are you a warrior? k!ller? slicin sh-t like a samurai
the ol’ dirty b-st-rd from the bar
ol’ dirty clan of terrorists
comin atcha -ss like a sorceress, shootin’ that p-ss!
n-ggas be gettin on my f-ckin nerves
rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they f-ckin -ss 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: g*nius/gza]
my my my
my clan is thick like plaster
bust ya, slash ya
slit a n-gga back like a dutch master k!ller
style jumped off and k!lla, 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
n-ggas seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
orange stars and green clovers

- wu tang clan

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