"Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber, Pt. 2" as written by Dennis David Coles, Robert F. Diggs, Gary E. Grice, Lamont Hawkins, Jason Hunter, Russell T. Jones, Clifford Smith and Corey Woods....
Niggas on the left, brag shit 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
Niggas on the left, brag shit 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 motherfuckin' notty-headed niggas
Word to the camouflage large niggas
Bitch niggas fuckin' my body
Bring that fuckin' meth in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna drink some good night train

Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit that lock shit 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
Aight? I kick it like a night flite!
Word life, I get that ass 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 niggas garments
Save ya breath before I bomb it

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, rsa! hit me with that shit one time!
And pull a foul, niggas save the beef on the cow
I'm milkin' this ho, this is my show, tical
The fuck 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 fucking 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 shabass
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 so-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 fuckin' charge when I explode

Slammin' a hype-ass verse til ya head burst
I ram shack 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

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 sig sag, sig-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' shit like a samurai
The ol' dirty bastard vundabah
Ol' dirty clan of terrorists
Comin atcha 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
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 nigga back like a dutch master killer
Style jumped off and killa, hill-er
I was the thriller in the ali-frasier manilla
I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a cinder block
Blaow! now it's all over
Niggas seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
Orange stars and green clovers

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"Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber, Pt. 2" as written by Corey Woods Clifford Smith

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    General CommentRZAs production on the 1st works of the Wu-Tang Clan is flawless. If the term "urban" was orginally intened to describe sound, RZA eptomizes it. Mixing a thick set of scratchy samples, blurred instrumentation, and real-drum beats... It's classic.

    This song's lyrical content doesn't have anything much to contemplate over in terms of meaning, but it's a good represenation of 8 of the original 9 flows of the Wu-Tang Clan. My personal favorite is Inspectah Deck's: "I leave the mic in bodybags, my rap style has the force to leave ya lost like the tribe of Shabazz". In that line alone, he opens and delivers a killer braggadocio phrase and makes mention of Afro-American history that most are probably not even aware of.
    Khaoson August 03, 2005   Link
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    General CommentBlaow! Now it's all over
    Niggaz seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
    orange stars and green clovers

    I about crapped my pants when I first heard that.
    Ligacaoon December 01, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General Commenthas to be one of the best drum beats EVER!
    stringcheesemeon November 30, 2008   Link
  • 0
    General CommentI love how the beat doesn't drop until like halfway through Raekwon's verse. Favorite line:

    Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway slave
    Franny96on November 08, 2010   Link

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