Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber - Part II (Conclusion) (Conclusion|Explicit)
Wu Tang Clan"Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber - Part II (Conclusion) (Conclusion|Explicit)" is a song by Wu Tang Clan, released in 1993 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:18 long and contains 100 lines and 773 words.
0:00Niggaz on the left brag sh*t to death
0:02Now hoods on the right wild for the night
0:04Punks in the back c'mon and attract to what
0:07Clan in da front let your feet stomp
0:10Niggaz on the left brag sh*t to death
0:12Hoods on the right wild for the night
0:15Punks in the back c'mon and attract to what
0:19This goes back to nineteen
0:23Ahem check it yo
0:29GOOD MORNING VIETNAM
0:34Yeah good morning to all you motherf**kin notty-headed niggaz
0:38Word to the camoflouge large niggaz
0:39B**ch niggaz f**kin my body
0:40Bring that f**kin meth in here
0:42Yo yo yo yo
0:44Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain
0:45Champion gear that I rock you get your boots knocked
0:47Then attack you like a pit that lock sh*t DOWN
0:49As I come and freaks the sound hardcore
0:54But giving you more and more like ding
0:56Nah shorty get you open like six packs
0:58Killer Bees attack flippin what murder one phat tracks
1:02A'ight I kick it like a Night Flite
1:04Word life I get that a** while I'm fulla spite
1:06Check the method from Bedrock cause I rock ya head to bed
1:10Just like rockin what Twin glocks
1:12Shake the ground while my beats just break you down
1:14Raw sound we going to war right now
1:17So yo bombin
1:18We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments
1:20Save ya breath before I bomb it
1:22I be that insane ni**a from the psycho ward
1:24I'm on the trigger plus I got the Wu-Tang sword
1:27So how you figure that you can even f**k with mine
1:29Hey yo RZA Hit me with that sh*t one time
1:32And pull a foul niggaz save the beef on the cow
1:35I'm milkin this ho this is MY show tical
1:37The F**K you wanna do More than Spike Lee's Do
1:40I'm like a sniper hyper off the ginseng root
1:42PLO style buddha monks with the owls
1:46So who's the f**king man Meth-Tical
1:48On the chessbox
1:50Yo yeah yo
1:53I leave the mic in body bags my rap style has
1:55The force to leave you lost like the tribe of Shabazz
1:58Murderous material made by a madman
2:01It's the mic wrecker Inspector bad man
2:03From the bad lands of the killer rap fanatic
2:06Representing with the skill that's iller
2:09Dare to compare get pierced just like an ear
2:11The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly hardware
2:14Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison
2:16Charged by the system - for murdering the rhythm
2:19Now lo and behold another deadly episode
2:21Bound to catch another f**kin charge when I explode
2:24Slammin a hype-a** verse til ya head burst
2:27I ramshack dead in the track and that's that
2:30Rap assassin fastin quick to blast and hardrock
2:33I ran up in spots like Fort Knox
2:35I'm hot top notch Ghost thinks with logic
2:37Flashback's how I attacked your whole project
2:40I'm raw I'm rugged and raw I repeat if I die
2:43My seed'll be ill like me
2:45Approachin me you out of respect chops ya neck
2:48I get vexed like crashing up a phat-a** Lex'
2:50So clear the way make way yo Open the cage
2:53Peace I'm out jettin like a runaway slave
2:55Yo
2:56Ya gettin stripped from ya garments boy run ya jewels
2:58While the meth got me open like falopian tubes
3:00I bring death to a snake when he least expect
3:03Ain't a damn thing changed boy Protect Ya Neck
3:06Ruler Zig Zag Zig-Allah jam is fatal
3:09Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel
3:11Suspenseful plus bein bought through my utensil
3:14The pencil I break strong winds up against your
3:16Abbot that run up through your county like the Maverick
3:19Caps through the tablets I gots to make the fabrics
3:22Are you uh ah uh
3:27Are you a warrior Killer Slicin sh*t like a samurah
3:30The Ol' Dirty Bastard VUNDABAH
3:32Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists
3:34Comin atcha a** like a sorceress shootin' that PISS
3:37Niggaz be gettin on my f**kin nerves
3:40Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they f**kin a** to the curb
3:42I got funky fresh like the old specialist
3:46A carrier messenger bury ya
3:48This experience is for the whole experience
3:50Let it be applied and THEN DROP THAT SCIENCE
3:55My my my
3:58My Clan is thick like plaster
4:00Bust ya slash ya
4:01Slit a ni**a back like a Dutch Master Killer
4:04Style jumped off and Killa Hill-er
4:06I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manilla
4:09I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock
4:12Like getting smashed by a cinder block
4:14Blaow Now it's all over
4:16Niggaz seeing pink hearts yellow moons
4:18Orange stars and green clovers
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
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