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Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber

Yo what I'm sayin', come on man?

Yo Meth, hold up, hold up

Yo Meth, where my Killer tape at ya?

First of all, where my, where the fuck is my tape at?Yo son I ain't got that peace son

How you ain't go my shit, when I let you hold it man

Yo niggas came over to have 40 and blunts kid

The shit just came up missin' manCome on man

That don't got nothin' to do with my shit man

Come on, go head with that shit

Come on man, I'll buy you for more fuckin' Killah tapes manOpen the door man, what the fuck, man, yo what

What's up

Yo yo, God, word is bond, yo, Shymeek just got bust in his head

Two times God, word to motherReal life God, you know Shymeek from fuckin' 212, yeah yeah yea

The nigga just got bust, niggas in the Black Land, god

Word is bond, came thru god from out of nowhere, god

Word is bond, I'm comin' to get my Culture Cypher, godAnd it just, word is bond, crazy shots just went the fuck off god

The nigga layin' there like a fuckin' new born fuckin' baby god

Is he dead? Word up

Is he fuckin' dead, what the fuck you mean is he fuckin' dead godWhat kind of question is that B, what the fuck you think?

The nigga layin' there with this fuckin' all types of fuckin' blood

Comin' out of his

Easy, easy, easy, easy, kidYo God, whats up God, it's the God, God, word is bond

I'm waitin' to fuckin' late, I'm ready to get busy

Let's go do, let's go do what we gotta do right fuck it

What's up yo, yo we out or what?It's the god ya, fuck that

We out, got a problem man

What the fuck

Nigga still sweatin'

What the fuck is you talkin' about man, get the fuck outta here

CornGood morning Vietnam

Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin' notty-headed niggaz

Word to the Camouflage Large niggaz

Niggaz fuckin' my bodyBring that fuckin' Meth in here

Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain

And yo, set it offChampion 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 dingNah shorty, get you open like six packs

Killer Bees attack, flippin' what, murder one, phat tracks

Aight? I kick it like a Night Flight

Word life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spiteCheck 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 nowSo, yo, bombin'

We usually take all niggaz garments

Save ya breath before I bomb itI 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 timeAnd 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? For this micpiece du'

I'm like a sniper, hyper off the Ginseng rootPLO style, Buddha monks with the owls

So who's the fuckin man? Meth-Tical

On the chess boxYo, 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, Inspectah, bad manFrom 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 Scooby Doo, I pop strictly hardwareArmed and geared 'cause I just broke out the prison

Charged by the system for murderin' the rhythm

Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode

Bound to catch another fuckin' charge when I explodeSlammin' 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 hard rock

I ran up in spots like Fort KnoxI'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 meApproachin' 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 slaveYo, 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 neckRuler 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

Abbott, that run up through your county like the Maverick

Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabricsAre you, 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 pissNiggaz 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 scienceMy my my, my Clan is thick like plaster bust ya, slash ya

Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Masta Killa

Style jumped off and Killa, Hiller

I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier ManilaI came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock

Like getting smashed by a cinder block

Blaow, now it's all over

Niggaz seein' pink hearts, yellow moons orange stars and green clovers

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