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

Produced By: RZA
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[Rae]
Yo Meth, hold up, hold up
Yo Meth, where my Killer tape at, God?
First of all, where my... where the fuck is my tape at?


[Meth]
Yo son, I ain't got that piece, son

[Rae]
How you ain't got my shit when I let you hold it, man?

[Meth]
Yo, niggas came over to have 40s and blunts, kid
The shit just came up missing, son

[Rae]
Come on, man, that don't got nothing to do with my shit, man
Come on, man, go head with that shit, man

[Meth]
Come on, man, I'll buy you four more fucking Killer tapes, man

[U-God]
(banging on the door) A-yo! A-yo!

[Rae]
Open the door man, what the fuck, man?
Yo, what? What's up?

[Ghost]
Yo, yo God, word is bond, yo
Shameek just got bust in his head two times, God!

[U-God]
Word to mother!

[Ghost]
Word life, God. You know Shameek from fucking 212, God?
The nigga just got bucked
Niggas in a black Land, God, word is bond
Came through, God, from out of nowhere, God
Word is bond I'm coming to get my Culture Cipher, God
And they just... word is bond, crazy shots just went the fuck off, God

[U-God]
Niggas let off crazy shots, kid

[Ghost]
The nigga laying there like a fucking newborn fucking baby, God

[U-God]
Word up!

[Meth]
Is he dead?

[Ghost]
Is he fucking dead? What the fuck you mean is he fucking dead, God?

[U-God]
What the fuck kind of question is that, B? Fuck you think?

[Ghost]
The nigga laying there with his fucking...
All types of fucking blood coming out of his fucking...

[U-God]
(sarcastically) Is he is he is he dead?

[Ghost]
Yo God, what's up God? It's the God, God, word is bond
Yo what's up I'm ready to fucking lay...
I'm ready to get busy, God, what's up?


[Rae]
Yo let's go do what we got...

[U-God]
What's up, yo?

[Rae]
Yo let's go do what we gotta do, man, fuck it

[U-God]
Yo, we out or what, man?

[Ghost]
It's the God, God, fuck that, man

[U-God]
You saying we out?

[Meth]
They probably took the tape

[Ghost]
What the fuck?

[Rae]
Nigga still sweating the tape, man

[Ghost]
What the fuck is you talking about? Get the fuck outta here

[Rae]
Fucking corn

[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 robbed on 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 piece, duke?
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, fast and 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]
A-a-a-ah-ah
Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicing shit like a samurai
The Ol' Dirty Bastard from the raw
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, Unique drop that science!

[Verse 7: Genius/GZA]
M-M-My clan is thick like plaster, bust ya, slash ya
Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master killer

Style jumped off in Killa Hilla
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

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