Wu-tang: 7th Chamber

Yo what I'm sayin', come on man? Yo Meth, hold up, hold up Yo Meth, where my Killer tape at ya? First of all, where my, where the f**k is my tape at? Yo son I ain't got that peace son How you ain't go my shit, when I let you hold it man Yo niggas came over to have 40 and blunts kid The shit just came up missin' man Come on man That don't got nothin' to do with my shit man Come on, go head with that shit Come on man, I'll buy you for more f**kin' Killah tapes man Open the door man, what the f**k, man, yo what What's up 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 f**kin' 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 f**k off god The nigga layin' there like a f**kin' new born f**kin' baby god Is he dead? Word up Is he f**kin' dead, what the f**k you mean is he f**kin' dead god What kind of question is that B, what the f**k you think? The nigga layin' there with this f**kin' all types of f**kin' blood Comin' out of his Easy, easy, easy, easy, kid Yo God, whats up God, it's the God, God, word is bond I'm waitin' to f**kin' late, I'm ready to get busy Let's go do, let's go do what we gotta do right f**k it What's up yo, yo we out or what? It's the god ya, f**k that We out, got a problem man What the f**k Nigga still sweatin' What the f**k is you talkin' about man, get the f**k outta here Corn Good morning Vietnam Yeah, good morning to all you motherf**kin' notty-headed niggaz Word to the Camouflage Large niggaz Niggaz f**kin' my body Bring that f**kin' Meth in here Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain And yo, set it off 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 Aight? I kick it like a Night Flight Word life, I get that a*s 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 f**k 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 f**k 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 f**kin man? Meth-Tical On the chess box 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 f**kin' charge when I explode Slammin' a hype-a*s verse 'til ya head burst I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that Rap a*sa*sin', fastin', quick to blast and hard rock 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-a*s 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 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 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 Are you, are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin' shit like a samurai The Ol' Dirty Bastard Vundabah Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists Comin' atcha a*s like a sorceress, shootin' that piss Niggaz be gettin' on my f**kin' nerves Rhymes they be kickin' make me wanna kick They f**kin' a*s 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 Masta Killa Style jumped off and Killa, Hiller I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manila 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