Wu-Tang Clan Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Intro: The Genius/GZA (from "Clan in Da Front")

n____z on the left, brag s___ 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
n____z on the left, brag s___ to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what

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This goes back to nineteen..
Ahem, check it, yo
GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!!
Yeah, good morning to all you m_________in notty-headed n____z
Word to the camoflouge large n____z
b____ n____z f___in my body
Bring that f___in meth in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain

Verse One: Raekwon the Chef

Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit that lock s___ 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 a__ 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 n____z Garments
Save ya breath before I bomb it

Verse Two: Method Man

I be that insane n____ from the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword
So how you figure that you can even f___ with mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that s___ one time!
And pull a foul, n____z save the beef on the cow
I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, tical
The f___ 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 f___ing man? Meth-Tical
On the chessbox

Verse Three: Inspector 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 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 f___in charge when I explode

Verse Four: Ghostface Killer

Slammin a hype-a__ verse til ya head burst
I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that
Rap a__assin, 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-a__ Lex'
So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the cage
Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway slave

Verse Five: Prince Rakeem/RZA

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 d___ 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

Verse Six: Ol Dirty b______

Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin s___ like a samurah
The Ol' Dirty b______ VUNDABAH
Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists
Comin atcha a__ like a sorceress, shootin' that p___!
n____z be gettin on my f___in nerves
Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they f___in a__ 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 Seven: Genius/GZA

My my my
My Clan is thick like plaster
Bust ya, slash ya
Slit a n____ 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
n____z seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
orange stars and green clovers