Wu-tang: 7th Chamber Lyrics - Enter The Wu-tang (36 Chambers) - Wu-tang Clan

*sounds of fighting* 

(M)- Method Man 

(R)- Raekwon 

(G)- Ghostface Killah 

(U)- U-God 

(M) Yo what I'm sayin, come on man? 

(R) Yo Meth, hold up, hold up 

Yo Meth, where my Killer tape at ya? 

First of all, where my-- 

Where the fuck is my tape at? 

(M) Yo son I ain't got that peace son 

(R) How you ain't go my shit, 

When I let you hold it man 

(M) Yo niggas came over to have 40 and blunts kid 

The shit just came up missin' man 

(R) Come on man, that don't got nothin to do with my shit man 

Come on, go head with that shit 

(M) Come on man, I'll buy you 4 more fuckin Killah tapes man 

*knock knock* 

(R) Open the door man, what the fuck, man, yo what 

What's up 

(G) Yo yo, God, word is bond, yo, Shymeek just got bust in his head 

Two times God (word to mother) 

Real life God, you know Shymeek from fuckin 212 (yeah yeah yea) 

The nigga just got bust, niggas in the Black Land, god 

Word is bond, came thru God from out of nowhere, God 

Word is bond, I'm comin to get my Culture Cypher, god 

And it just--, word is bond, crazy shots just went the fuck off 

The nigga layin there like a fuckin new born fuckin baby God 

(M) Is he dead? (word up) 

(G) Is he fuckin dead, what the fuck you mean is he fuckin dead god 

What kind of question is that B, what the fuck you think? 

The nigga layin there with this fuckin all types of fuckin blood 

Comin out of his-- 

(U) Is he, is he, is he, is he dead? 

(G) Yo God, whats up God, it's the God, god, word is bond 

I'm waitin to fuckin late, i'm ready to get busy 

(R) Let's go do- let's go do what we gotta do right fuck it 

(U) What's up yo, yo we out or what? 

(G) It's the god ya, fuck that 

We out, got a problem man 

What the fuck 

(U) Nigga still sweatin 

(G) What the fuck is you talkin about man, get the fuck outta here 

(R) Corn 

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(Raekwon (Method Man)) 

(Take that motherfucker) 

{WHAT? WHAT? 

GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!!} 

{Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggaz} 

Word to the Camouflauge Large niggaz 

(Niggaz fuckin my body) 

Bring that fuckin meth in here 

(Yo yo yo yo 

Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain 

and yo, set it off) 

Photos 

(Raekwon) 

Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked 

Then attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN (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 

Aight? I kick it like a Night Flight! 

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 

(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, niggaz save the beef on the cow 

I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, Tical 

The FUCK you wanna do? For this micpiece du' 

I'm like a sniper, hyper off the Ginseng root 

PLO style, buddha monks with the owls 

So who's the fuckin man? Meth-Tical 

On the chessbox 

(Kung Fu sample) 

*sounds of fighting* 

"Wu-Tang style" 

(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, Inspectah, 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 Scooby Doo, I 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 

(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 

(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 

Abbott, that run up through your county like the Maverick 

Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics 

(Kung Fu sample) 

*sounds of fighting* 

"Wu-Tang style" 

(Ol' Dirty Bastard) 

Are you, uh, ah, uh 

Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit like a samurah 

The Ol' Dirty Bastard from the squad 

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 

(Kung Fu sample) 

*sounds of fighting* 

"Wu-Tang style" 

(GZA) 

My my my 

My Clan is thick like plaster 

Bust ya, slash ya 

Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Masta Killa 

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 seein pink hearts, yellow moons 

Orange stars and green clovers