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[Intro:] |
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Shaolin shadowboxing, and the Wu-Tang sword style |
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If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang |
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could be dangerous |
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Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me? |
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En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style |
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[Chorus: RZA] |
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Bring da motherfuckin ruckus |
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Bring da motherfuckin ruckus |
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Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin ruckus |
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Bring da motherfuckin ruckus |
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[Verse One: Ghostface Killah] |
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Ghostface, catch the blast of a hype verse |
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My glock bursts, leave in a hearse, I did worse |
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I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk |
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Ya head rush, fly like Egyptian musk |
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Aw shit, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks an' |
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However, I master the trick just like Nixon |
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Causin terror, quick damage ya whole era |
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Hardrocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot |
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P.L.O. style, hazardous, cause I wreck this dangerous |
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I blow sparks like Waco, Texas |
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[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef] |
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I watch my back like I'm locked down, hardcore |
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Hittin sound, watch me act bugged, and tear it down |
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A literate type asshole, songs goin gold, no doubt |
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and you watch a corny nigga fold |
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Yeah, they fake and all that |
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Carryin gats but yo, my Clan |
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Rollin like forty Macs |
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Now ya act convinced, I guess it makes sense |
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Wu-Tang, yo sewwwwwwwww, represent |
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I wait for one to act up |
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Now I got him backed up |
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Gun to his neck now, react what? |
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And that's one in the chamber |
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Wu-Tang banger, 36 styles of danger |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse Three: Inspectah Deck] |
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I rip it hardcore, like porno-flick bitches |
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I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits |
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Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin |
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Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin |
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Bust this, I'm kickin like Segall, Out for Justice |
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The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus |
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Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue |
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Murder one, my style shot ya knot like a stun-gun |
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I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness |
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Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown |
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By this nasty ass nigga with my nigga, the RZA |
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Charged like a bull and got pull like a trigga |
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So bad, stabbin up the pad with the vocab, crab |
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I scream on ya ass like your dad, bring it on... |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse Four: The Genius/GZA] |
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Yo, I'm more rugged than slaveman boots |
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New recruits, I'm fuckin' up MC troops |
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I break loops, and trample shit, while I stomp! |
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A mudhole in that ass, cause I'm straight out the swamp |
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Creepin up on site, now it's Fright Night |
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My Wu-Tang slang is mad fuckin' dangerous |
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And more deadly than the stroke of an axe |
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Choppin through ya back *swish* |
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Givin bystanders heart-attacks |
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Niggas try to flip, tell me who is him |
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I blow up his fuckin prism |
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Make it a vicious act of terrorism |
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You wanna bring it, so fuck it |
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Come on and bring the ruckus |
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And I provoke niggaz to kick buckets |
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I'm wettin CREAM, I ain't wettin fame |
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Who sellin gain, I'm givin out a deadly game |
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It's not the Russian it's the Wu-Tang crushin |
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Roulette, slip up and get fucked like Suzette |
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Bring da fuckin ruckus... |
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[Chorus] |
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So bring it on... |
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[X7] |
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punk nigga! |
