Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber, Pt. 2

N- on the left, brag sh- 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
N- on the left, brag sh- to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what

This goes back to 19'
Ahem, check it, yo
Good morning, Vietnam!
Yeah, good morning to all you m- notty-headed n-
Word to the camouflage large n-
B- n- f- my body
Bring that f- meth in here, man (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- down (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 ass while I'm full o' 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 N- Garments
Save ya breath before I bomb it

I be that insane n- 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- with mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that sh- one time
And pull a foul, n- save the beef on the cow
I'm milkin' this hoe, this is my show, 'tical
The f- 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- 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 Shabazz
Murderous material, made by a madman
It's the mic wrecker, Inspectah, bad man
From the badlands 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- charge when I explode

Slammin' 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 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 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, are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin sh- like a samurai
The Ol' Dirty Bastard wunderbar
Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists
Comin' at ya ass like a sorceress, shootin' that piss!
N- be gettin on my f- nerves
Rhymes they be kickin' make me wanna kick they f- 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 n- 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
Baow! Now it's all over
N- seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
Orange stars and green clovers

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Credits
Writer(s): Gary E. Grice, Jason S. Hunter, Robert F. Diggs, Lamont Hawkins, Clifford Smith, Corey Woods, Russell T. Jones, Dennis David Coles
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