Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber - Pt. II (Conclusion)

[Part I: Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber - Pt. II]

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

Niggas 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

Niggas 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 niggas

Word to the camouflage large niggas

Bitch niggas fuckin my body

Bring that fuckin meth in here, man!

Yo yo yo yo

Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain

[Verse 1: Raekwon]

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 Nike Flight!

Word life, I get that ass raw, 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 Niggas Garments

Save ya breath before I vomit

[Verse 2: 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, niggas save the beef on the cow

I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, tical

The FUCK you wanna do for this mic piece, duke?

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 3: Inspectah 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 4: Ghostface Killah]

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 5: RZA]

Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels

All the meth got me open like Fallopian 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 6: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Are uh-ah-uh Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit like a samurai

The Ol' Dirty Bastard from the bar

Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists

Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS!

Niggas be gettin on my fuckin nerves

Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curb

Boy got funky fresh, like the old specialist

A carrier, messenger, bury ya

This experience is for the whole experience

Let it be applied, Unique DROP THAT SCIENCE

[Verse 7: 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

Niggas seeing pink hearts, yellow moons

Orange stars and green clovers

[Part II: Conclusion]

[Inspectah Deck, Method Man & Ghostface Killah]

Yo, butter, butter

Protect Ya Neck, baby

Respect due, pa

Peace

[Interviewer]

Word up Wu-Tang in the house though

I guess alot of people in ya

I guess they can feel the realness you

They could feel the vibe

And I think hip hop, that's what I be tellin a lot of people

A lot of record promoters and a lot of artists

I mean it's like, it's music that you gotta touch and feel

You know what I'm sayin'

And I think that comes across well in the video

I haven't seen you live yet, I'm waitin for the chance

But I'm pretty sure that's probably what's it like

You know you probably really get into it

I guess I hear it in your voices when you sayin the rhymes

Um, what ya say ya style is?

[Kung Fu sample]

It's a secret! Never teach the Wu-Tang

[Sounds of fighting]

[Outro: RZA]

You best protect ya neck