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Wu-Tang Clan - Intro (Shaolin Finger Jab)/Chamber Music lyrics
Kung Fu sample: I must tell you that the Clan is a danger to the public but still for many men just to hear of the name fills them with hate and loathing But why? They've never harmed anyone I'm afraid they did In the past there's something that they would like to forgive First, I'll tell you about their style, planned techniques The main style "Shaolin Finger Jab!" RZA (Method Man): Yo.. *sounds of fighting* (Uh-huh) Kung Fu Sample: We are watchin your whole group You been busy here Around the clock, all we need is your orders to move Met a lot of crosses last night Young and old! You been busy here I respect that! Method Man (Raekwon): Yeah, (Eh yo), yeah Chamber Music fuckin the party up-in (Yo) Come on! You know what it is (Thou must part seis all the time, kids) (Eh yo, eh yo, eh yo) We're back! Raekwon: Peep The Jump Off, ain't nothin sweet, get dumped off Frontin like you won't get deaded and bumped off Drastic son, master guns that'll run up in plastic ones and then go, crash in the slums One tight army, Few Good Men that'll rep Invade your strongarm', Prince of Wales swimmin on feet Props in sales, all yellow L's, cops sleepin on nails Niggaz get realer than real, yo Flash the brown, last time was crowned All navy Woolridge, Wu kicks, movin them pounds, yo Last on niggaz, great adventures of my niggaz and cast out pictures, sendin a rash out the kitchens Like the wind, invite the grin, watch niggaz rewrite the trend Wu niggaz did it again, yo Unhighly, octane, die cast metal frame Lame, let another man heat handle beef Chorus: Method Man: Chamber Music fuckin the party up-in Chamber Music fuckin the party up-in GZA: Yo, spark the intro, relevant info Load up the keyboard, 105 tempo Most heated battles, I blasted MC's Some said that the bullets flew by like angry bees Who entered on the level with weather, wait and listen When one flash metal, eight calculate positions The world snap once we combine our rap Drastic Measures, priceless treasures on Nap' Our sword swing, windchill mount' are'(a) Eight equipped standin on a tall glass ferry Snares and kicks, off the project bricks It's no act, a producer play the role with drumpsticks The warnin came unnoticed, it's like the shot at the doctor The Vega to slay Otis, the nine Lotus Each one adjust to his own environment Formulate this great LP, 100 Rounds spent Niggaz bent on a fruitless search for nourishment They long for this proper guidance, encouragement Chorus x2 Method Man: It be The Lost Tribe, 7 Days locked in the dungeon Foamin at the mouth, mad dog in this production The Uncontrolled Substance got me spittin up nuff bars, disgustin The last temptation of the son of David Ruffin Hold my mic sideways when bustin On Judgement Day runnin thru Hell, yellin and cussin at MC's in my circumfrance, y'all niggaz hand-cuffin these hoes and ain't read them they rights or nothin Keep lustin, yea, and I'ma a keep hustlin with Chamber Music fuckin the party up-in You know me, everytime you kiss that hoe you blow me You blow trial trin to walk a mile in my circoni' Chorus x2 Masta Killa (Method Man): (AHHHHH!!!!) We just touched down, Wu shuttle, pri |
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