Hello, This is the Operator with a Collect Call from the LA County jail from Tommy. Will you accept the Charges?
Theory of Relativity to fear your Duality a drift back in my memory Searching for something significant deep within of me I wanna travel the world and the 7 seas adventure to the desert with some water and plant a seed kick down some of my energy now i can see things that before i could never see a new dimension filled with knowledge and harmony One brotha to anotha kick back and play a drum
Chorus:
Rely what lies deep within your mind between you and me look inside and you'll find Rely what lies deep within your mind between you and me let the blind lead the blind
Who the Hell Cares where the fuck you come from Who the Hell Cares where the fuck you come from Who the Hell Cares where the fuck you come from Who the Hell Cares where the fuck you come from
Make your moves, get ya dibs Nigga fuck them kids talkin' this shit bout you dogg, they don't know how it is thats on the up dogg. you know what? mutha fuck y'all cause i'm the top dogg, big dogg big ball on the block gettin' money, fuckin' hos and rockin' hip-hop Methods of Mayhem with D-O double G-Y and we ride, slidin' to a whole different beat on the street bang bang chitty chitty I'm a crazy nigga from the mad ass long beach City I'm not your neighbour, I'm a gangsta with the flavour and the Ill Behaviour
POWER TO THE POSITIVE PEOPLE PLEASE PUSH YOUR PANIC BUTTONS STOP THE PRESS ITS THOSE HYPOCRITICAL JUDGIN CONDEMNIN PREACHERS WITH PENS BEHIND THEIR DESK, CONSISTENTLY DROPPING FICTICIOUS LIES LEAVING LIVES A MESS, WE PROTEST AGAINST THEIR NEGATIVE STRESS, TIME TIME TIME TO GET SOME SHITS OFF OUR CHEST, I KNOW THAT VIOLENCE DONT FIX DRAMA, IF YOU WANNA HAVE THAT GOOD KARMA, GO GO ASK YOUR MOMMA. DID YOU UNCOVER YOUR THIRD EYE, YEAH AND UTILIZE MY MENTAL TELEPATHY TO GET THEM AWAY FROM T-LEE AND THE REST POSSIE
CLICK CLICK CAMERA FLASH FREEZE FRAME A TIME FROM THE PAST, IF I HAD A GAT I PROBABLY WOULD BLAST, BUT LIVIN LIFE LIKE THAT LIFE PROBABLY WOULD NOT LAST, CAUSE SOMEBODY SOME DAY MAY DO UNTO YOU AS YOU DID ONTO THEM, LEAVE YOU SIX FEET DEEP IN THE GROUND YOUR LAST TOUR DATE IN A CASKET WITH NO QUADRO SOUND
WHO SETS THE STANDARDS WHO SETS THE LINES WHO YOU, OR DO THEY RULE YOUR MINDS.
WHO SETS THE STANDARDS WHO SETS THE LINES WHO YOU, OR DO THEY RULE YOUR MINDS.
THE SNITCHES THE BITCHES BE TAKIN ADVANTAGES OF THE CHANCES THAT THEY BE GIVIN, CONFIDENTUALITY T-BONE GAVE A BROTHER LOVE AND HE TURNED THAT SHIT INTO 10-G'S, AND KNOW ITS HE WHO SAILS THE SEVEN SEAS LEFT US IN THE STUDIO TRACKIN OUR TRAX KNOW WERE GETTIN FREAKY-O, POPARAZZI GOTTA SATELLITE 24-7 ON MY HOMIE YO, UH-OH WITH A DIRECT LINE THAT GOES DIRECTLY LIVE TO THE TONIGHT SHOW WHERE THEY PREP LIKE CHEFS cuttin and choppin WITH THEir FAKE ASS VOICE O'S, YEAH
AND SUPPORTIN A LOW LIFE SUCKA WHO STOLE A VIDEO TAPE OF MY BROTHA AND HIS WIFE WITHOUT THEIR CLOTHES, NOW THEY PACK THAT SHIT IN THE PUBLICS NOSE, BUT IRONICALLY MY FELLOW PEEPS BURN THAT TRASH UP IN OUR SHOWs
who sets the standards who sets the lines who keeps feeding us ethnic separation, tax levels n levels of occupation we're all significant parts in this Universal creation
who sets the standards who sets the lines, who you? or do they rule your mind!!
who sets the standards who sets the lines, who you? or do they rule your mind!!
SEE WE SICK AND TIRED OF THEY TRICKS WE USIN VOO-DOO ON THE WHOLE RAG MAG CLICK, AND THAT HARD COPY SHIT HERE WE'RE GONNA GIVE EM A REAL TOPIC FOR THE NEW MILLENIUM REAL QUICK.
who sets the standards who sets the lines, who you? or do they rule your mind!!
who sets the standards who sets the lines, who you?
or do they rule your mind!!
who sets the standards who sets the lines, who you? or do they rule your mind!!
who sets the standards who sets the lines, who you? or do they rule your mind!!
Tommy Lee - I dont deny im in the public eye seems like 24/7 being watched by a spy makes me wonder why they dont live their own livesTheir not news reporters-they're full of bullshit and lies leave them alone their carma will be their demise I can read between the lines they make up shit because theres no shit to find, Im under a microscope directly going to prison if i take a toke people ask me for answers as if I was the pope im my own spiritual leader on this emotional teetor totter my senses are getting hotter
Chorus - ARE YOU TESTING ME? GET THE FUCK BACK PUNK GET THE FUCK BACK BACK
Tommy Lee - Now I see whats on the real the public craves drama like a pig that squeals they watched me in court testifyin to a fucked up charge I was drowning myself in my own tears, of my Boys growing up in their early years without their father near ain't noway im gonna dissapear can you hear? Freedom can be taken from you at anytime so you better think twice before you pay the PRICE, pay the PRICE!
Chorus - ARE YOU TESTING ME? GET THE FUCK BACK PUNK GET THE FUCK BACK BACK
Chorus - No one can condem!
Fitten to go rictor gonna get sicka thats for sure were bumpin up the temperature were blowin up the area, gonna scare ya, were the methods of mayhem no one can condem!
Chorus - ARE YOU TESTING ME? GET THE FUCK BACK PUNK GET THE FUCK BACK BACK
Chorus - No one can condem! Chorus - No one can condem!
Fitten to go rictor gonna get sicka thats for sure were bumpin up the temperature were blowin up the area, gonna scare ya, were the methods of mayhem!
Chorus - ARE YOU TESTING ME? GET THE FUCK BACK PUNK GET THE FUCK BACK BACK
77 MILLION DOLLARS MADE FROM WATCHIN ME CUM UNDER THE SUN ON MY VACATION, "AFTER HOURS ON SPECTRAVISION" SHOOTIN MY JIZZY JIZUM THE WOODY HAS RIZZY RISEN, I AIN'T GETTIN PAID TO ENTERTAIN YOUR BRIDAL SHOWERS, ROCKIN MY PORNO TAPE FOR HOURS AND HOURS, @#$%^&* ARE FEARIN ME IT'S BIGGER THAN RON JEREMY..
Cause IT'S THEM ASS CHEEKS THAT MAKE MY ASS WEAK AND I've BEEN RUNNIN WITH THE BLUEBALLS SINCE LAST WEEK, AND IF YOU ASK ME I'LL BE GLAD TO SPEAK UNTIL WE GET BUTT NAKED AND BREAK IT DOWN WITH NASTY.
GET, GET NAKED Cmon baby make it hot GET, GET NAKED Ride the cock til ya hit the spot GET, GET NAKED Cmon baby make it hot Get NAKED
DOIN IT DOGGY STYLE...... Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay ..Bow wow yippie yo yippie yay
THE LITLE GEISHA HO FROM TOKYO WHO SAID SHE COULD BLOW, TEN DOLLAS LOVE ME LONGTIME IN A LIMO, FOR REALLY Doh, I'M JUST TRYIN TO FLY WITH THE FLOWS FREAK UP SOME HO'S BLOW UP THE SHOWS, MAKE A LITTLE Dough-HO AS IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW, BACK TO THE STRIPCLUB FREAKIN UP SOME HO-HOS SWINGIN MY DINGALING IT AINT NO THaNG. IT'S THose INTERGALACTIC HOS WHO CAME DOWN IN THOSE SPACE PROBES, FINE GREEN HIENAS REPRESENTIN WITH NO CLOTHES
MIX MASTER MIKE MIX MASTER MIKE MAKIN THE PUSSY TIGHT NO JIMMY,NO GIMMIE,NO LUST IN THE METHODS OF MAYHEM WE TRUST,SO RIP OFF YOUR CLOTHES AND EXPOSE YOUR BUSTS Cause IT'S THEM ASS CHEEKS THAT MAKE MY ASS WEAK AND I've BEEN RUNNIN WITH THE BLUEBALLS SINCE LAST WEEK, AND IF YOU ASK ME I'LL BE GLAD TO SPEAK UNTIL WE GET BUTT NAKED AND BREAK IT DOWN WITH NASTY.
GET,GET NAKED Cmon baby make it hot GET,GET NAKED Ride the cock til ya hit the spot GET,GET NAKED Cmon baby make it hot Get NAKED
Now im shedin my skin ya gotta listen to me ill tell ya what I see never believe whatcha read the shit is spreadin like a disease never feel withdrawn time to move on get your groove on say goodbye everything must die solidify and fly to a new level a place where love is unconditional physical and non-denomiational
Tommy Lee - Like a snake shed my skin leave my past where i've been...can you feel what I feel to hold on must be killed don't cry over whats been spilled, can you feel what I feel? Yeah Yeah, Yeah you! Can you feel what I feel? Yeah Yeah, Yeah you! Can you feel what I feel?
Kid Rock - See the kid rock bumpin up and down your block with no cares long hair swingin middle fingers in the air people stare n point I hit the joint and laugh - kiss my ass, the past is more than 10 years i've known from a complete unknown to the hot zone, million dollar home and a diamond ring never thougt i'd amount to a damn thing, I'm the man sing like Curtis May mack on ho's like Ruby Ray, its been a long time comin' but you know whats happenin... straight pimpin' im sitting five times platinum
Tommy Lee - Like a snake shed my skin leave my past where i've been...can you feel what I feel to hold on must be killed don't cry over whats been spilled, can you feel what I feel? Yeah Yeah, Yeah you! Can you feel what I feel? Yeah Yeah, Yeah you! Can you feel what I feel? =2x
Are you tired of hanging out in your car and getting sweated by the boys in blue? Tired of getting shot by your best friend and not recieving any medical attention cause of lack of insurance? If these are a few problems that plague you and your friends, this november when you go up that ballid box and you see the proposition marked
Heres some music to crash your car to, aint no use its to fast to undo CRASH....CRASH, 60 shots of Jack and I feel you, equillibriums off and its pure pandemonium
Were going too fast, were going too fast, aint no way this is ever gonna last, were going too fast, were gonna crash I'm just a wreck so what the hell did you expect
Cockeyed joyride swervin between the lines, rearview mirror makin me loose my mind, all liquored up and hes back behind the wheel again, got no idea where hes goin' or where hes been
Were going too fast, were going too fast, aint no way this is ever gonna last, were going too fast, were gonna crash I'd push my luck so what, I just dont give a fuck
GOING TO FAST, GOING TO FAST..
The suns coming up as you start to feel your coming down, god damn give me hope, so i can kiss the ground!
Were going too fast, were going too fast, aint no way this is ever gonna last, were going too fast, were gonna crash I'm just a wreck so what the hell did you expect
A seed become a flower, a cocoon becomes a butterfly winter becomes spring time, and love becomes a child the clowds become the rain the sad becomes the pain inside cryin' becomes a game, yeah, yeah, and smoke becomes the flame, Im a father to my son, yeah, Im a son to my father you cannot dismiss I'm living proof of metamorphosis
Tilo - Times are changin' minds are re-arrangin it doesn't matter if your black budohist or asian we all possess the power, concrete like a tower so delicate seed becomes a flower! x2
Tommy Lee - A bot becomes a man, a song becomes a memory of a time in your life, a river becomes an ocean, and life becomes undone. Feelings become emotion, a marriage becomes a devotion for the rest of your life, the bordem becomes the same, and guilt turns into pain..Im a father to my son, yeah, Im a son to my father you cannot dismiss I'm living proof of metamorphosis
Tilo - Times are changin' minds are re-arrangin it doesn't matter if your black budohist or asian we all possess the power, concrete like a tower so delicate seed becomes a flower! x2
Tommy Lee - Im a father to my son, yeah, Im a son to my father you cannot dismiss I'm living proof of metamorphosis
Tilo - Times are changin' minds are re-arrangin it doesn't matter if your black budohist or asian we all possess the power, concrete like a tower so delicate seed becomes a flower! x2
Its a mother fucking method.. Are you ready for the tweekend? Come on baby.. It dont stop.. Come on baby.. FORGET ABOUT REHAB! Gimme More The drugs are so advanced "Why get involved with a rockstar with a troubles history" Are you ready for the tweekend? Come on baby.. "Tommy seemed to know the difference, he just didnt care" FORGET ABOUT REHAB! Wow, this is amazing Give me another one, Gimme more The drugs are so advanced
U-GOD - The blade is much colder slaughter house lava shit boiling Point molten rocky mountain cocky guitar string four star ninja claw to the jaw of course you know the force the War I bring cut sting before I snub nose em cement toes em to death the core scuff em some more then I hose em some more the braveheart slave whirlwind all in the all I might trip, slip or stagger yo but I wont fall Iron body be my hobby, bringin' you bastards bio rhythm fly so now blowin' a gasket shelltoe elbow slow gun ho pro methods of mayhem mantis bury your face in the canvas quick, THE I VANISH.
[Method Man] I'm sayin, you-could-you could just come over top of that shit... Did I hear it? Nigga and bang your head, PUNK!!
[Ol' Dirty Bastard] *in background repeating* SUCK A DICK!!! 6x SUCK MY DICK!!!
[Method Man] And it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't It don't, it don't, it don't, it don't stop! It all starts wit the pad and pen, shall we begin To burn bush in this rap session, once again On the run be the Black Stallion Now you fuckin wit Ticallion, hmmm Iron Lung, boy me can done, army of one, blaze yo' bun I'ma get you none, accept challenge AHH! Run a mile wit a racist, they iced it, I aced it Placed it, right up in their face till they faced it Hard to the dome like a chrome microphone I'm ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bad to the bone to the bone Danger zone, that's my life and my song Keep it movin, hop along little doggies!
[Ol' Dirty Bastard] Uh uh uh, FUCK YOU!!! Drive The Mack Cadillac Dark shade the window all sunny and black Pitch antenna back of the car Inside is a TV, even a bar Bulletproof down, safe and sound Chauffeur in the FRONT just to drive the Lexus all around Give ya, give ya, give ya body a ride, nice and warm inside Come to the Dirt Dog as the tummy rise *Laughs* Enter
[RZA] Yo yo my Wu-Tang cliff'll make your atom split The power of my brain, you can't fathom it Whoever go against the will of the grain will get slain Don't EVER say thy God name in vain My third eye electronic dragonfly spiral observe Can record your words And your lies and approach you And have my Dogs come and Ghost you When it comes to the bread son, the heat will toast you
*[U-God] Music makes me lose control This is not just rock and roll Hip hop digs right to the soul Music makes me lose control Wu-Tang, now we on a roll On a rise, now here we go Guaranteed to flip the show RZA beats is outta control Outta control, outta control, outta control Outta control, now here we go
[Masta Killa] Yo who got that nigga gassed like he can't get skimasked Abducted from his doorstep Dufflebag his head for the price of nothin He's a glutton What I'm manifestin each day is a lesson Ya'll faggots, came to the School of the 36 Chambers Copied on papers of scholars that earn dollars We trendsetters in Wu leathers, trendsetters in Wu leathers, whatever
*Repeat 2x Music makes me lose control (2x)
Guaranteed to rip the show RZA beats is outta control Outta control, outta control, outta control Now here we go
I grew up on the crime side the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive At second hands moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth yo rockin the gold tooth 'Lo goose Only way I begin to gee off was drug loot And let's start it like this son rollin with this one And that one pullin out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen who was a fiend Started smokin woolies at sixteen And running up in gates and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes No question I would speed for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off and try to get the dough all Sticking up white boys in ball courts My life got no better same damn 'Lo sweater Times is ruff and tuff like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick ass click and went all out Catchin keys from across seas Rollin in MPV's every week we made forty G's Yo nigga respect mine or anger the tech nine Ch chick POW Move from the gate now Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all It's been twenty two long hard years of still strugglin Survival got me buggin but I'm alive on arrival l peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make CREAM Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15 A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much Trying to get a clutch at what I could not The court played me short now I face incarceration Pacin going up state's my destination Handcuffed in back of a bus forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff But as the world turns I learned life is hell Living in the world no different from a cell Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase sellin base Smokin bones in the staircase Though I don't know why chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed and I ask what's it worth Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth Who explained working hard may help you maintain to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stick up kids corrupt cops and crack rock sand stray shots all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be living proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear Neglected but now but yo it gots to be accepted That what That life is hectic Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all
Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all
Yeah, now we're gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'? Def Jam, knowumsayin'? Niggas like Method Man, Redman Say all the artists here, knowumsayin'? Bacon Lot, knowumsayin'? I don't need no introductions, Cat Whuuuuut
I'm sittin' in my west, I'm analyzin' thoughts I'm sippin' off a quart that I just had bought I'm thinkin' of the moment, things soar in that head I feel assurin' durin', also glad Yes, feel assured by knowin' I won Cuz there's no one who can fuck wit A-Sun I'm not bein' pushy but I'm born to boss You need A-Sun, oh yes, well of course Don't see the riot, everyone keeps quiet If you don't believe nigga, get hyper and try it Yes it is me, a total fresh MC Yo, I'm born to be, MC history Rhyming on time because that's the deal You're only as fresh as your ass feel Other MC's, you are bound to fall Cuz your real world is not a world at all
Shaolin shadowboxing, and the Wu-Tang sword style If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me?
En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style
Chorus: RZA
Bring da motherfuckin ruckus Bring da motherfuckin ruckus Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin ruckus Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
Verse One: Ghostface Killah
Ghostface, catch the blast of a hype verse My glock bursts, leave in a hearse, I did worse I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk Ya head rush, fly like Egyptian musk Aw shit, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks an' However, I master the trick just like Nixon Causin terror, quick damage ya whole era Hardrocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot P.L.O. style, hazardous, cause I wreck this dangerous I blow sparks like Waco, Texas
Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef
I watch my back like I'm locked down, hardcore Hittin sound, watch me act bugged, and tear it down A literate type asshole, songs goin gold, no doubt and you watch a corny nigga fold Yeah, they fake and all that Carryin gats but yo, my Clan Rollin like forty Macs Now ya act convinced, I guess it makes sense Wu-Tang, yo sewwwwwwwww, represent I wait for one to act up Now I got him backed up Gun to his neck now, react what? And that's one in the chamber Wu-Tang banger, 36 styles of danger
Chorus
Verse Three: Inspectah Deck
I rip it hardcore, like porno-flick bitches I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin Bust this, I'm kickin like Segall, Out for Justice The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue Murder one, my style shot ya knot like a stun-gun I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown By this nasty ass nigga with my nigga, the RZA Charged like a bull and got pull like a trigga So bad, stabbin up the pad with the vocab, crab I scream on ya ass like your dad, bring it on...
Chorus
Verse Four: The Genius/GZA
Yo, I'm more rugged than slaveman boots New recruits, I'm fuckin' up MC troops I break loops, and trample shit, while I stomp! A mudhole in that ass, cause I'm straight out the swamp Creepin up on site, now it's Fright Night My Wu-Tang slang is mad fuckin' dangerous And more deadly than the stroke of an axe Choppin through ya back *swish* Givin bystanders heart-attacks Niggas try to flip, tell me who is him I blow up his fuckin prism Make it a vicious act of terrorism You wanna bring it, so fuck it Come on and bring the ruckus And I provoke niggaz to kick buckets I'm wettin CREAM, I ain't wettin fame Who sellin gain, I'm givin out a deadly game It's not the Russian it's the Wu-Tang crushin Roulette, slip up and get fucked like Suzette Bring da fuckin ruckus...
[martial arts movie sample] Yeah, yo, aight Pass the meth! (nizzuh nzza punk nigguh, yeah!) Yeah, aight kick the raw style, yeah Fly that fuckin sack
Chorus:
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buck wild with the trigger! Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buck- I FUCK yo' ass up! What?
(HUT ONE, HUT TWO, HUT THREE, HUT!)
Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard, Method Man, Raekwon the Chef
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut! Styles unbreakable, shatterproof To the young youth, ya wanna get gun? Shoot! BLAOW! How you like me now? Don't fuck the style Ruthless wild! Do ya wanna getcha teeth knocked the FUCK out? Wanna get on it like that, well then shout!
Yo RZA, yo razor! Hit me with the major The damage, my Clan understand it be flavor Gunnin, hummin comin atcha First I'm gonna getcha, once I gotcha, I gat-cha You could never capture the Method Man's stature For rhyme and for rapture, got niggaz resigning, now master my style? Never! I put the fucking buck in the wild kid, I'm terror Razor sharp, I sever the head from the shoulders, I'm better than my compeda, you mean competitor, whadeva! Let's get together
[Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buckwild with the tri-BLAOW!]
I react so thick, I'm phat, and YO! Rae came blowing and blew off ya headphones black Rap from yo Cali to Texas Smoother than a Lexus, now's my turn to WRECK this Brothers approach and half step, but ain't heard HALF of it yet, and I bet you're not a fuckin vet So, when you see me on the real, formin like Voltron Remember I got deep like a Navy Seal!
Chorus:
[Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buck wild with the trigger! Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga I'll FUCK YOUR ASS UP!]
Verse Two: Ol Dirty Bastard
Yo...! I come with that ol' loco Style from my vocal Couldn't peep it with a pair of bi-focals I'm no joker! Play me as a joker Be on you like a house on fire! Smoke ya! Crews be actin like they gangs, anyway Be like, "Warriors! Come out and playiyay!" Burn me, I get into shit, I let it out like diarrhea Got burnt once, but that was only gonorrhea Dirty, I keep shit stinks in my drawers So I can get fzza-funky for yah Murder, taste the flame of the Wu-Tang RAHH! Here comes the Tiger verse Crane! Ow, be like wild with my style Punk! You playing me, chump, you get DUMPED WU! Is comin THROUGH! At a theatre near YOU! And get funk like a SHOE! What?!
Up from the 36 Chambers... Heheh.. it's the Ghost..*Face*..*Killahh* Hehheheh Wu-Tang Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, U-God Ghost Face Killer, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Master Killer Raw Desire, LeVon, Power Cipher Twelve O'Clock, Sixty Second Assassin, the 4th Disciple The Brand White K.D. the Down Low Wrecka, Shyheim AKA The Rugged Child Doo-Doo Wales, Mista Hezakiah -- better known as the Yin and the Yang The Tru Masta, Asan, DJ Skane, The Tru Robocop comin thru Scientific Shabazz, my motherfuckin man Wise the Civilized The Shaolin Soldiers, Daddy-O and Popa Ron Comin down from the motherfuckin South end of things
Killa beez all over your fuckin planet Thirty-six chambers of death Three-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles Choppin off your motherfuckin dome... ...peace, and every fuckin borough Crooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, Staten Island The motherfuckin Bronx, killa beez....
The sword? C'mon, give him the sword
*Clan in da front, let your feet stomp 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...
The Wu is comin thru, the outcome is critical Fuckin wit my style, is sort of like a Miracle on 34th Street, in the Square of Herald I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a Fitz like Gerald -- -- ine Ferraro, who's full of sorrow Cuz the hoe didn't win but the sun will still come out tomorrow and shine shine shine like gold mine Here comes the drunk monk, with a quart of Ballentine Pass the bone, kid pass the bone Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones, the GZA One who just represent the Wu-Tang click With the game and soul, of an old school flick Like the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bids Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad kids so stop, the life you save may be your motherfuckin own I'll hang your ass with this microphone Make way for the merge of traffic Wu-Tang's comin thru with Full Metal Jackets God squad that's mad hard to serve Come frontin hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves
*Repeat
The response while I bomb that ass, "You ain't shit!" Your wack ass town had you gassed Egos is somethin the Wu-Tang crush Souped up niggaz on a stage get rushed I don't give a god damn, on the shows you did How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid? Cuz I don't know ya therefore show me what you know I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow You become so Pat as my style increases What's that in your pants ahhh human feces! Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper Next time come strapped with a fuckin Pamper How ya sound B? You're better off a quitter I'm on the mound G, and it's a no-hitter And my DJ the catcher, he's my man Anyway he's the one who devised the plan He throws the signs I hook up the beats with clout I throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike em out So it really doesn't matter on how you intrigue You can't FUCK with those in the major leagues
*Repeat (x2)
Hoods on the right Punks in the back... to what Niggaz on the left Hoods on the right Punks in the back, c'mon... to what ...let your feet stomp ...brag shit to death ...wild for the night (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu) (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu) (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu) 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 Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
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
Verse One: Raekwon the Chef
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
Verse Two: 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, 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
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 fuckin charge when I explode
Verse Four: Ghostface Killer
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
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 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
Verse Six: Ol Dirty Bastard
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
Verse Seven: Genius/GZA
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
[Can it be that it was all so simple then] KnowhatI'msayin, take you on this lyrical high real quick Nineteen ninety three exoticness KnowhatI'msayin, let's get technical Where's your bone at, get up on that shit aight Yo!!
Verse One:
Started off on the island, AK Shaolin Niggaz whylin, gun shots thrown the phone dialin Back in the days of eight now, makin a tape now Rae gotta get a plate now Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one Till I got (BAM! BAM!) thrown one Yeah, my pops was a fiend since sixteen Shootin' that (that's that shit!) in his blood stream That's the life of a crimey, real live crimey If niggas know the half is behind me Day one, yo, growin all up in the ghetto Now I'm a weed fiend, jettin the Palmetto In Medina, yo no doubt the God got crazy clout Pushin the big joint from down South So if you're filthy stacked up Betta watch ya back and duck Cause these fiends they got it cracked up Now my man from up north, now he got the law It's solid as a rock and crazy salt No jokes, I'm not playin, get his folks Desert Eagle his dick and put 'em in a yolk (AAH!) And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop I pointed a gat at his mother's knot (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit! <gun shots>) Fuck that
<Chorus> <Raekwon> Dedicated to the winners and the losers (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) <Ghost Face Killer> Dedicated to all jeeps and land cruisers (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) <Raekwon> Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) <Ghost Face Killer> Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) <Raekwon> Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ax (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) <Ghost Face Killer> Dedicated to MPV's phat! (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) <Raekwon> Nigguh, yeah, yeah!
Verse Two: Ghostface Killer
Yo! Kickin the fly cliches Doin duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day Though I'm tired of bustin off shots havin to rock knots Runnin up in spots and makin shit hot I'd rather flip shows instead of those Hangin on my living room wall My first joint, and it went gold I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade Plus the spot light Gettin my dick rubbed all night I wanna have me a phat yacht And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops But for now, it just a big dream Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen My thoughts must be relaxed Be able to maintain Cause times is changed and life is strange The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doin' bad Yo, mad lives is up for grabs Brothers, passin away, I gotta make wakes Receivin all types of calls from upstate Yo, I can't cope with the pressure Settlin for lesser The god left lessons on my dresser So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way Continue to make hits with Rae and A Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime [Peace to mankind Ghostface carry a black nine, nigga Word up It's on like that]
[Wu-Tang movie dialogue] The game of chess, is like a swordfight You must think first, before you move Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon When it's properly used, it's almost invincible
Verse One: U-God
Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation like the Emancipation Proclamation Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead you might as well run into the wall and bang your head I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin' I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains
Verse Two: Inspectah Deck
Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from is comin through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns so if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contestin you'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk A man vexed, is what the projects made me Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me Steamrollin niggaz like a eighteen wheeler with the drunk driver drivin, there's no survivin
Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef
Ruff like Timberland wear, yeah Me and the Clan, and yo the Landcruisers out there Peace to all the crooks, all the niggaz with bad looks Bald heads, braids, blow this hook We got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs Black axe, drug dealin styles in phat stacks I only been a good nigga for a minute though cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo I got beef wit commercial-ass niggaz with gold teeth lampin in a Lexus eatin beef Straight up and down don't even bother I got fourty niggaz up in here now, who kill niggaz fathers
Chorus: Method Man
My peoples are you with me where you at? In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack my peoples are you with me where you at? Smokin meth hittin caps on the block with the gats
Verse Four: Ol' Dirty Bastard
Here I go, deep type flow Jacque Cousteau could never get this low..I'm cherry bombin shits... BOOM Just warmin up a little bit, vroom vroom Rappinin is what's happenin Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clappin and At the party when I move my body Gotta get up, and be-eeeee somebody! Grab the microphone put strength to the bone DUH-DUH-DUH...enter the Wu-Tang zone Sure enough when I rock that stuff Guff puff?? I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff rough, kickin rhymes like Jim Kelly or Alex Haley im a Mi-..Beetle Bailey rhymes comin raw style, hardcore Niggaz be comin to the hip-hop store Comin to buy gro-cery from me Tryin to be a hip-hop MC The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck Dirty Hoe gettin low wit his flow Introducin, the Ghost..face.. Killah!! No one could get illa
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Verse Five: Ghostface Killah
Speakin of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the shit right Mega trife, and yo I killed you in a past life On the mic while you was kickin that fast shit You reneged tried again, and got blasted Half mastered ass style mad ruff task When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask Remember that shit? I know you don't remember jack That night yo I wuz hittin like a spiked bat and then you thought I was bugged out, and crazy strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy Yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs Never shot thugs, I'm runnin with thugs that flood mugs So grab your eight plus one, start flippin and trippin Niggaz is jettin I'm lickin off son
[Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!!]
Verse Six: Masta Killa
Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty What justifies the homicide, when he dies? In his own iniquity it's the Master of the Mantis Rapture comin at cha We have an APB on an MC Killer Looks like the work of a Master Evidence indicates that's it's stature Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture The flow, changes like a chameleon Plays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger This technique attacks the immune system Disguised like a lie paralyzin the victim You scream, as it enters your bloodstream Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain Novin on a nigga with the speed of a centipede and injure - ANY MOTHERFUCKIN CONTENDER
