Wu-Tang Clan – Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber Lyrics

[Intro: Wu-Tang Clan]
Good Morning Vietnam!
Yeah, good morning to all you motherfucking knotty-headed niggas
Yo to the camouflage large niggas
Bitch, where the fuck is my bottle?
Bring that fucking meth in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna drink some good Night train

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
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, flipping what, murder one, fat tracks a'ight
I kick it like a Nike Flight
Word life, I get that ass while I'm full of spite
Check the method from Bedrock, cause I rock your head to bed
Just like rocking what? Twin Glocks!
Shake the ground while my beats just break you down
Raw sound, going to war right now
So, yo, bombing
We usually take all niggas garments
Save your breath before I bomb it

[Verse 2: 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, niggas save the beef for the cow
I'm milking this ho, this is my show, tical
The fuck you wanna do for this mic, please do
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
PLO style, buddha monks with the owls
Now who's the fucking 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 killer, rap fanatic
Representing with the skill that's iller
Dare to compare, get pierced just like your ear
The Shooby-do-wop-pop 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 fucking charge when I explode

[Verse 4: Ghostface Killah]
Slamming a hype-ass verse til your 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
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
Approaching me, yo out of respect, chops your 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, jetting like a runaway slave

[Verse 5: The RZA]
Yo, you're getting stripped from your garments, boy, run your jewels
Holding 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 being bought through my utensil
The pencil, I bring strong winds up against you
Abbot, that run up through your county like the Maverick
Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics

[Verse 6: Ol Dirty Bastard]
Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicing shit like a samurai
The Ol' Dirty Bastard VUNDABAH
Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists
Coming at your ass like a sorceress, shooting that PISS!
Niggas be getting on my fucking nerves
Rhymes they be kicking make me wanna kick they fucking 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 7: Genius/GZA]
My clan is thick like plaster, bust ya
Slash ya, slit a nigga back like a Dutch
Master Killah; 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
Pow! Now it's all over
Niggas seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
Orange stars and green clovers