Lyrics 7th Chamber - 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
[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]
Easy,
easy,
easy,
easy,
kid
[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
(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)
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
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
*Sounds
of
fighting*
"Wu-Tang
style"
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
Slammin
a
hype-ass
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
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
*Sounds
of
fighting*
"Wu-Tang
style"
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
*Sounds
of
fighting*
"Wu-Tang
style"
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
Album
Wu Tang Mix
1 Trust It's On
2 Mic Ammo
3 Bazzar
4 7th Chamber
5 The What
6 Bust a Slug
7 Kinda Hard
8 Freeze
9 Shattered Armour
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