Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber lyrics

[Skit]
[Raekwon]: Yo, Meth.. hold up! Hold up!
Yo, Meth, where my Killer tape at, God?
First of all, where my.. where the f*ck is my tape at?
[Method Man]: Yo, son, I ain't got that piece, son
[Raekwon]: How you ain't got my sh*t when I let you hold it, man?
[Method Man]: Yo, n*ggas came over to have 40's and blunts, kid, the sh*t just came up missin', son
[Raekwon]: Come on, man, that don't got nothin' to do with my sh*t, man. Come on, man, go 'head with that sh*t, man
[Method Man]: Come on, man, I'll buy you four more f*ckin' Killer tapes, man!
[U-God]: *banging on the door* Ayo! Ayo!
[Raekwon]: Open the door, man! What the f*ck, man? Yo, what? What's up?
[Ghostface Killah]: Yo, yo, god, word is bond, yo, Shameek just got bust in his head two times, God!
[U-God]: Word to mother!
[Ghostface Killah]: Word life, god
You know Shameek from f*ckin' 212, God?
The n*gga just got bust, n*ggas in a black Land, God, word is bond
Came through, God, from outta nowhere, God
Word is bond, I'm comin' to get my Culture-Cipher, God
And they just… word is bond
Crazy shots just went the f*ck off, God
[U-God]: n*ggas let off crazy shots, kid
[Ghostface Killah]: The n*gga layin' there like a f*ckin' newborn f*ckin' baby, Fod
[U-God]: Word up!
[Method Man]: Is he dead?
[Ghostface Killah]: Is he f*ckin' dead? What the f*ck you mean is he f*ckin' dead, God?
[U-God]: What the f*ck kind of question is that, B? f*ck you think?
[RZA]: Easy, easy, easy, easy
[Ghostface Killah]: The n*gga layin' there with his f*ckin' all types of f*ckin' blood comin' out of his f*ckin..
[U-God]: (sarcastically) Is he is he is he dead?
[Ghostface Killah]: Yo, God, what's up, God? It's the God, God, word is bond
Yo, what's up? I'm ready to f*ckin' lay… I'm ready to get busy, God, what's up?
[Raekwon]: Yo, let's go do what we got…
[U-God]: What's up, yo?
[Raekwon]: Yo, let's go do what we gotta do, man, f*ck it
[U-God]: Yo, we out or what, man?
[Ghostface Killah]: It's the God, God, f*ck that, man!
[U-God]: You sayin' we out?
[Method Man]: They probably took the tape
[Ghostface Killah]: What the f*ck?
[Raekwon]: n*gga still sweatin' the tape, man
[Ghostface Killah]: What the f*ck is you talkin' about? Get the f*ck out of here!
[Raekwon]: f*ckin' corn!
[Intro: Wu-Tang Clan]
Good Morning Vietnam!
Yeah, good morning to all you motherf*ckin' knotty-headed n*ggas
Word to the camouflage large n*ggas
b*tch, where the f*ck is my bottle?
Bring that f*ckin' meth in here, man!
Yo, yo, yo
Now we gonna drink some good night train, get you goin'
Yo, yo, yo, yo!

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked
Then attack ya like a pit, then lock sh*t down
As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore
But givin' you more and more like, "Ding!"
Nah, shorty, get you open like six packs
Killa Beez attack, flippin' what? Murder one phat tracks, a'ight?
I kick it like a Nike Flight
Word life, I get that ass robbed on spite
Check the method from Bedrock
'Cause I rock your head to bed just like rockin' what? Twin Glocks!
Shake the ground while my beats just break you down
Raw sound, goin' to war right now!
So, yo, bombin', We-Usually Take-All-n*ggas-Garments
Save your breath before I vomit!
[Verse 2: Method Man]
I be that insane n*gga 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?
A-yo, RZA! Hit me with that sh*t one time!
And pull a foul, n*ggas, save the beef for the cow
I'm milkin' this ho, this is my show, Tical!
The f*ck you wanna do for this mic piece, duke?
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
P.L.O. Style, buddha monks with the owls
Now, who's the f*ckin' man? Meth-Tical

[Break: Method Man & (Inspectah Deck)]
On the chessbox
"Wu-Tang style"
(Yo, yeah, yo)

[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck]
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 man
From the bad lands of the Killa
Rap fanatic, representin' with the skill that's iller
Dare to compare, get pierced just like your ear
The Shooby Doo-Wop pop, strictly hardware
Armed 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 f*ckin' charge when I explode!
[Verse 4: Ghostface Killah]
Slammin' a hype-ass verse 'til your head burst
I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that!
Rap assassin, fast and quick to blast in hard rock
I ran up in spots like Fort Knox
I'm hot! Top notch, Ghost thinks with logic
Flashbacks 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? Yo, outta respect, chops to neck
I get vexed like crashin' 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]
You gettin' stripped from your garments, boy, run your 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 your navel
Suspenseful force bein' brought through my utensil
The pencil, I bring strong winds up against you
Havoc, then run through your county like the Maverick
Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics

"Wu-Tang Style"

[Verse 6: Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
A-a-a-ah-ah, are you a warrior, killer? Slicin' sh*t like a samurai?
The Ol' Dirty bast*rd from the bar!
Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists
Comin' at your ass like a sorceress, shootin' that p*ss!
n*ggas be gettin' on my f*ckin' nerves
Rhymes they be kickin' make me wanna kick they f*ckin' 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 n*gga back like a Dutch Master Killer
Style jumped off in Killah Hilla
I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manila
I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like gettin' smashed by a cinder block
PAOW! Now it's all over
n*ggas seein' pink hearts, yellow moons, orange stars and green clovers