โหลดเพลง mp3 Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber - Part II (Conclusion) - Wu Tang Clan

Niggaz on the left brag sh*t 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
Niggaz on the left brag sh*t 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 motherf**kin notty-headed niggaz

Word to the camoflouge large niggaz
B**ch niggaz f**kin my body
Bring that f**kin meth in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain
Champion gear that I rock you get your boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit that lock sh*t 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 a** 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
I be that insane ni**a 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**k with mine
Hey yo RZA Hit me with that sh*t one time
And pull a foul niggaz save the beef on the cow
I'm milkin this ho this is MY show tical
The F**K 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 f**king man Meth-Tical

On the chessbox
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 f**kin charge when I explode
Slammin a hype-a** 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-a** 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 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
Are you uh ah uh
Are you a warrior Killer Slicin sh*t like a samurah
The Ol' Dirty Bastard VUNDABAH
Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists
Comin atcha a** like a sorceress shootin' that PISS
Niggaz be gettin on my f**kin nerves
Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they f**kin a** 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 ni**a 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