Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber, Pt. 2 (Conclusion) Lyrics
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Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber, Pt. 2 (Conclusion)
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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 the 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 Yo yo yo yo Now we gonna drink some good night train 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 Aight? 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 niggas 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 f*ck with mine? Hey, yo, rsa! 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 f*ck 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 chess box Yo, yeah, yo I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of shabass 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 so-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 ram shack dead in the track, and that's that Rap assassin, fastin', quick to blast and hard rock 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 fallopian tubes I bring death to a snake when he least expect Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, protect ya neck Ruler sig sag, sig-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 samurai The ol' dirty bastard vundabah 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 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-frasier 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 |
Who Wrote Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber, Pt. 2 (Conclusion) By Wu-Tang Clan?
Clifford Smith, Corey Woods, Dennis David Coles, Gary E. Grice, Jason Hunter, Lamont Hawkins, Robert F. Diggs, Russell T. Jones
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