Wu-Tang Clan
Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)
Da Mystery Of Chessboxin'
The game of chess is like a swordfight... you must think first before you move...
Wu style is immensly strong and immune to nearly any weapon. When it's properly used, it's almost invincible.
[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 Emanicipation Proclomation
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
[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 niggas 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 niggas are outlined in chalk
A man vexed, is what the projects made me
Rebel to the grain - there's no way to barracade me
Steamrollin niggas like a eighteen wheeler
With the drunk driver drivin, there's no survivin
[Raekwon]
Rough like Timberland wear, yeah
Me and the Clan, and yo the Landcruiser's out there
Peace to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad looks
Bald heads, braids, blow this hook
We got chrome techs, nickle plated macs
Black axe, drug dealin styles in phat stacks
I only been a good nigga for a minute though
Cause I got to get my props and win it yo
I got beef wit commercial-ass niggas with gold teeth
Lampin in the Lexus eatin beef
Straight up and down don't even bother
I got forty niggas up in here now who killed nigga's fathers
[Method Man]
Chorus:
My peoples are you with me - where you at?
In the front, in the back, killa beez on attack
My peoples are you with me - where you at?
Smokin meth, hittin caps on the block with the gats
[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 somebody!
Grab the microphone, put strength to the bone
DUH-DUH-DUH enter the Wu-Tang zone
Sure enough when I rock that stuff
Huff puff I'm gonna catch your bluff tough
Rough, kickin rhymes like Jim Kelly
Or Alex Haley I'm a muh-...Beetle Bailey rhymes
Comin raw style, hard core
Niggas be comin to the hip hop store
Comin to buy groceries 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, Abbot, RZA, Shakwan, Inspecta Deck
Dirty hoe gettin low wit his flow
Introducin the Ghostface Killah....
No one could get illa
Chorus
[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 when you was kickin that fast shit
You renegged, tried again and got blasted
Half mastered-ass style made rough task
When I struck I had on Timz and a black mask
Remember that shit? I know you don't remember jack
That night, yo I was 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
Niggas is jettin to lick it off son
Wu-Tang Wu-Tang Wu-Tang Wu-Tang
[Master Killer]
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 atcha
We have an APB on a MC killer
Looks like the work of a master
Evidence indicates that it's stature
Merciliess like a terrorist hard to capture
The flow changes like a chameleon
Plays like a friend then stabs you like a dagger
This technique attacks the immune system
The style's like alive paralysin the victim
You scream, as it enters your bloodstream
Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain
Movin on a nigga with the speed of a centipede
And injure any muthafuckin contender
Chorus
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