paroles de chanson Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber, Part II - Wu-Tang Clan
"Wu-Tang:
7th
Chamber
- "
Niggaz
on
the
left,
brag
shit
to
death
Now
hoods
on
the
right,
wild
for
the
night
Punks
in
the
back,
c′mon
and
attract
to
what
Clan
in
da
front,
let
your
feet
stomp
Niggaz
on
the
left,
brag
shit
to
death
Hoods
on
the
right,
wild
for
the
night
Punks
in
the
back,
c'mon
and
attract
to
what
This
goes
back
to
nineteen.
Ahem,
check
it,
yo
GOOD
MORNING
VIETNAM!!
Yeah,
good
morning
to
all
you
motherfuckin
notty-headed
niggaz
Word
to
the
camoflouge
large
niggaz
Bitch
niggaz
fuckin
my
body
Bring
that
fuckin
meth
in
here
Yo
yo
yo
yo
Now
we
gonna
drink
some
good
Nightrain
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
A′ight?
I
kick
it
like
a
Night
Flite!
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?
More
than
Spike
Lee′s
Do
I'm
like
a
sniper,
hyper
off
the
ginseng
root
PLO
style,
buddha
monks
with
the
owls
So
who′s
the
fucking
man?
Meth-Tical
On
the
chessbox
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
an
ear
The
zoo-we-do-wop-bop
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
fuckin
charge
when
I
explode
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
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
Abbot,
that
run
up
through
your
county
like
the
Maverick
Caps
through
the
tablets,
I
gots
to
make
the
fabrics
Are
you,
uh,
ah,
uh
Are
you
a
warrior?
Killer?
Slicin
shit
like
a
samurah
The
Ol′
Dirty
Bastard
VUNDABAH
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
My
my
my
My
Clan
is
thick
like
plaster
Bust
ya,
slash
ya
Slit
a
nigga
back
like
a
Dutch
Master
Killer
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
seeing
pink
hearts,
yellow
moons
Orange
stars
and
green
clovers
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