wu-tang: 7th chamber

take that motherfucker

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

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

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