Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber

Yo, Meth, hold up, hold up

Yo, Meth, where my Killer tape at, God?

First of all, where my

Where the fuck is my tape at?

Yo, son, I ain't got that piece, son

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

Yo, niggas came over to have 40s and blunts, kid

The shit just came up missin', son

Come on, man, that don't got nothin' to do with my shit, man

Come on, man, go head with that shit, man

Come on, man, I'll buy you four more fuckin' Killer tapes, man

Ayo! Ayo!

Open the door, man What the fuck, man?

Yo, what? What's up?

Yo, yo, God, word is bond, yo

Shameek just got bust in his head two times, God

Word to mother

Word life, God

You know Shameek from fuckin' 212, God?

The nigga just got bucked

Niggas in a black Land, God, word is bond

Came through, God, from out of 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 fuck off, God

Niggas let off crazy shots, kid

The nigga layin' there like a fuckin' newborn fuckin' baby, God

Word up

Is he dead?

Is he fuckin' dead?

What the fuck you mean is he fuckin' dead, God?

What the fuck kind of question is that, B? Fuck you think?

Easy, easy

The nigga layin' there with his fuckin'

All types of fuckin' blood comin' out of his fuckin'

Is he is he is he dead?

Yo, God, what's up, God? It's the God, God, word is bond

Yo, what's up? I'm ready to fuckin' lay

I'm ready to get busy, God, what's up?

Yo, let's go do what we got

What's up, yo?

Yo, let's go do what we gotta do, man, fuck it

Yo, we out or what, man?

It's the God, God, fuck that, man

You sayin' we out?

They probably took the tape

What the fuck?

Nigga still sweatin' the tape, man

What the fuck is you talkin' about? Get the fuck outta here

Fuckin' corn

Good Morning Vietnam

Yeah, good morning

To all you motherfuckin' knotty-headed niggas

Word to the camouflage large niggas

Bitch, where the fuck is my bottle?

Bring that fuckin' meth in here

Yo, yo, yo

Now we gonna drink some good Night train

Yo, yo, yo, yo

Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked

Then attack ya like a pit, then, lock shit 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, aight?

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-Niggas-Garments

Save your breath before I vomit

I 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 time

And pull a foul, niggas, save the beef for the cow

I'm milkin' this ho, this is my show, Tical

The fuck you wanna do on this mic piece, duke?

I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root

PLO Style, buddha monks with the owls

Now, who's the fuckin' man? Meth-Tical

On the chessbox

Wu-Tang style

Yo, yeah, yo

I leave the mic in body bags

My rap style has the force to leave ya 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 fuckin' charge when I explode

Slammin' a hype-ass verse till your head burst

I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that

rap assassin, fast and quick to blast in hardrock

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, out of 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

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

A-a-a-ah-ah, are you a warrior, killer? Slicin' shit like a samurai?

The Ol' Dirty Bastard from the bar

Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists

Comin' at your ass like a sorceress, shootin' that piss

Niggas be gettin' on my fuckin' nerves

Rhymes they be kickin' make me wanna kick they fuckin' 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

My-My-My-My clan is thick like plaster, bust ya, slash ya

Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master

Killer style jumped off in Killa 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

Poaw Now it's all over

Niggas seein' pink hearts, yellow moons

Orange stars and green clovers