Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)

Intro: raekwon the chef

[martial arts movie sample]
Yeah, yo, aight
Pass the meth!
(nizzuh nzza punk nigguh, yeah!)
Yeah, aight
Kick the raw style, yeah
Fly that fuckin sack

Chorus:

Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buck wild with the trigger!
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buck- i fuck yo' ass up! what?

(hut one, hut two, hut three, hut!)

Verse one: ol dirty bastard, method man, raekwon the chef

Ol' dirty bastard, live and uncut!
Styles unbreakable, shatterproof
To the young youth, ya wanna get gun? shoot!
Blaow! how you like me now? don't fuck the style
Ruthless wild!
Do ya wanna getcha teeth knocked the fuck out?
Wanna get on it like that, well then shout!

Yo rza, yo razor!
Hit me with the major
The damage, my clan understand it be flavor
Gunnin, hummin comin atcha
First i'm gonna getcha, once i gotcha, i gat-cha
You could never capture the method man's stature
For rhyme and for rapture, got niggaz resigning, now master
My style? never! i put the fucking buck in the wild kid, i'm terror
Razor sharp, i sever
The head from the shoulders, i'm better
Than my compeda, you mean competitor, whadeva!
Let's get together

[shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buckwild with the tri-blaow!]

I react so thick, i'm phat, and yo!
Rae came blowing and blew off ya headphones black
Rap from yo cali to texas
Smoother than a lexus, now's my turn to wreck this
Brothers approach and half step, but ain't heard
Half of it yet, and i bet you're not a fuckin vet
So, when you see me on the real, formin like voltron
Remember i got deep like a navy seal!

Chorus:

[shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buck wild with the trigger!
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
I'll fuck your ass up!]

Verse two: ol dirty bastard

Yo...!
I come with that ol' loco
Style from my vocal
Couldn't peep it with a pair of bi-focals
I'm no joker! play me as a joker
Be on you like a house on fire! smoke ya!
Crews be actin like they gangs, anyway
Be like, "warriors! come out and playiyay!"
Burn me, i get into shit, i let it out like diarrhea
Got burnt once, but that was only gonorrhea
Dirty, i keep shit stinks in my drawers
So i can get fzza-funky for yah
Murder, taste the flame of the wu-tang rahh!
Here comes the tiger verse crane!
Ow, be like wild with my style
Punk! you playing me, chump, you get dumped
Wu! is comin through! at a theatre near you!
And get funk like a shoe!
What?!

Intro: rza

[tiger style]
[tiger style] tiger style
Yo, huh, huh
Wu-tang clan ain't nuttin ta fuck wit
Wu-tang clan ain't nuttin ta fuck wit
Wu-tang clan ain't nuttin ta fuck wit
There's noplace to hide once i step inside the room
Dr. doom, prepare for the boom
Bam! aw, man! i slam
Jam, now scream like tarzan

Verse one: rza

I be tossin, enforcin, my style is awesome
I'm causin more family feud's than richard dawson
And the survey said -- ya dead
Fatal flying guillotine chops off your fuckin head
Mza who was that? aiyyo, the wu is back
Makin niggaz go bo bo!, like on super cat
Me fear no-one, oh no, here come
The wu-tang shogun, killer to the eardrum!

Verse two: inspectah deck

I puts the needle to the groove, i gets rude
And i'm forced to fuck it up
My style carries like a pickup truck
Across the clear blue yonder
Seek the china sea, i slam tracks like quarterbacks sacks from l.t.
Now why try and test, the rebel ins?
Blessed since the birth, i earth-slam your best
Cause i bake the cake, then take the cake
And eat it, too, with my crew while we head state to state!

Chorus: rza

And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus
Wu-tang clan ain't nuttin ta fuck with
Straight from the motherfucking slums that's busted
Wu-tang clan ain't nuttin ta fuck with

Interlude: rza

Hyah!
Step up, boy!
Represent!
Chop his head off, kid!

Verse three: method man

The meth will come out tomorrow,
Styles, is wild, berserk, bizarro
Flow, with more afro than rollo
Comin to a fork in the road which way to go just follow
Method, the legend, niggaz is sleepy hollow
In fact i'm a hard act to follow
I dealt for dolo, bogart comin on through
Niggaz is like "oh, my god, not you!"
Yes, i, come to get a slice of the punk and the pie
Rather do than die, check my
Flava, comin from the rza
Which is short for the razor
Who make me reminisce true like deja, vu!
I'm rubber, niggaz is like glue
Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you

[chorus]

[rza]
Ahh-hah! yeah
Representin brooklyn queens
Long island, manhattan bronx
The rugged lands of shaolin
Niggaz from virginia, atlanta
Our boys in ohio
Comin through with the crazy, why-oh why-oh
Yo, niggaz from the source
My man kelly moon from the gavin
Rod strickland, jason ? and yeah
True, true, my nigga ? it's goin down boy
We ain't nuttin ta fuck wit
The whole texas mob, the chicago mob
Niggaz from detroit, fuckin california squadron
Comin through knahmsayin? the whole fuckin west coast
To the whole east, niggaz from d.c.
Down in maryland, all the way over there in morgan state
Wu-tang clan ain't nuttin ta fuck wit
All over the whole fuckin globe, comin through boy
Peace to the fuckin zulu nation
Peace to all the gods and the earths, word is bond
Wu-tang slang, choppin heads boy
It ain't safe no more!
Peace..

[wu-tang movie dialogue]
The game of chess, is like a swordfight
You must think first, before you move
Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon
When it's properly used, it's almost invincible

Verse one: u-god

Raw i'ma give it to ya, with no trivia
Raw like cocaine straight from bolivia
My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation
Like the emancipation proclamation
Weak mc's approach with slang that's dead
You might as well run into the wall and bang your head
I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin'
I'm makin' devils cower to the caucus mountains

Verse two: inspectah deck

Well i'm a sire, i set the microphone on fire
Rap styles vary, and carry like mariah
I come from the shaolin slum, and the isle i'm from
Is comin through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns
So if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contestin
You'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection
Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk
Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk
A man vexed, is what the projects made me
Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me
Steamrollin niggaz like a eighteen wheeler
With the drunk driver drivin, there's no survivin

Verse three: raekwon the chef

Ruff like timberland wear, yeah
Me and the clan, and yo the landcruisers out there
Peace to all the crooks, all the niggaz with bad looks
Bald heads, braids, blow this hook
We got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs
Black axe, drug dealin styles in phat stacks
I only been a good nigga for a minute though
Cuz i got to get my props, and win it yo
I got beef wit commercial-ass niggaz with gold teeth
Lampin in a lexus eatin beef
Straight up and down don't even bother
I got fourty niggaz up in here now, who kill niggaz fathers

Chorus: method man

My peoples are you with me where you at?
In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack
My peoples are you with me where you at?
Smokin meth hittin caps on the block with the gats

Verse four: ol' dirty bastard

Here i go, deep type flow
Jacque cousteau could never get this low..i'm
Cherry bombin shits... boom
Just warmin up a little bit, vroom vroom
Rappinin is what's happenin
Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clappin and
At the party when i move my body
Gotta get up, and be-eeeee somebody!
Grab the microphone put strength to the bone
Duh-duh-duh...enter the wu-tang zone
Sure enough when i rock that stuff
Guff puff?? i'm gonna catch your bluff tuff
Rough, kickin rhymes like jim kelly
Or alex haley im a mi-..beetle bailey rhymes
Comin raw style, hardcore
Niggaz be comin to the hip-hop store
Comin to buy gro-cery from me
Tryin to be a hip-hop mc
The law, in order to enter the wu-tang
You must bring the ol' dirty bastard type slang
Represent the gza, abbott, rza, shaquan, inspectah deck
Dirty hoe gettin low wit his flow
Introducin, the ghost..face.. killah!!
No one could get illa

Chorus

Verse five: ghostface killah

Speakin of the devil psych, no it's the god, get the shit right
Mega trife, and yo i killed you in a past life
On the mic while you was kickin that fast shit
You reneged tried again, and got blasted
Half mastered ass style mad ruff task
When i struck i had on timbs and a black mask
Remember that shit? i know you don't remember jack
That night yo i wuz hittin like a spiked bat
And then you thought i was bugged out, and crazy
Strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy
Yo, nobody budge while i shot slugs
Never shot thugs, i'm runnin with thugs that flood mugs
So grab your eight plus one, start flippin and trippin
Niggaz is jettin i'm lickin off son

[wu, tang, wu, tang, wu, tang, wu, tang!!!!]

Verse six: masta killa

Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty
What justifies the homicide, when he dies?
In his own iniquity it's the
Master of the mantis rapture comin at cha
We have an apb on an mc killer
Looks like the work of a master
Evidence indicates that's it's stature
Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture
The flow, changes like a chameleon
Plays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger
This technique attacks the immune system
Disguised like a lie paralyzin the victim
You scream, as it enters your bloodstream
Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain
Novin on a nigga with the speed of a centipede
And injure - any motherfuckin contender

Chorus

Intro part one: method man (album version)

Yeahhh, torture motherfucker what?
[torture nigga what?]
What?
I'll fuckin
I'll fuckin tie you to a fuckin bedpost
With your ass cheeks spread out and shit
Right?
Put a hanger on a fuckin stove and let that shit sit there
For like a half hour
Take it off and stick it in your ass slow like
Tssssssss

[yeah, i'll fuckin
Yeah i'll fuckin lay your nuts on a fuckin dresser
Just your nuts layin on a fuckin dresser
And bang them shits with a spiked fuckin bat]
Ooooohhhh
[whassup? blaowww!!]

I'll fuckin
I'll fuckin pull your fuckin tongue out your fuckin mouth
And stab the shit with a rusty screwdriver, blaoww!!
[i'll fuckin]

[i'll fuckin
I'll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick
Off a fuckin twelve sto-story building out this motherfucker]

I'll fuckin
I'll fuckin
Sew your asshole closed, and keep feedin you
And feedin you, and feedin you, and feedin you

Intro part two: genius (all versions)

[yo, roll the dice, yo roll the dice
Yo, so it's going down like that, huh? yeah?
Niggaz is whylin, check it out kid]

From the slums of shaolin, wu-tang clan strikes again
The rza, the gza, ol dirty bastard, inspectah deck, raekwon the chef
U-god, ghost face killer and the method man

M-e-t, h-o-d, man
M-e-t, h-o-d, man
M-e-t, h-o-d, man
M-e-t, h-o-d, man

Verse one:

Hey, you, get off my cloud
You don't know me and you don't know my style
Who be gettin flam when they come to a jam?
Here i am here i am, the method man
Patty cake patty cake hey the method man
Don't eat skippy, jif or peter pan
Peanut butter, cuz i'm not butter
In fact i snap back like a rubber
Band, i be sam sam i am
And i dont eat green eggs and ham
Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn
You be like oh shit that's the jam
Turn it up now hear me get buckwu-wu-wild
I'm about to blow light me up
Upside downside inside and outside
Hittin you from every angle there's no doubt
I am, the one and only method man
The master of the plan wrappin shit like saran
Wrap, with some of this and some of that
Hold up (what?) i tawt i tat i putty tat
Over there, but i think he best to beware
Of the diggy dog shit right here
Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo
Like deck said this aint your average flow
Comin like rah ooh ah achie kah
Tell me how ya like it so far baby paw
The poetry's in motion coast to coast and
Rub it on your skin like lotion
What's the commotion, oh my lord
Another corn chopped by the wu-tang sword
Hey hey hey like fat albert
It's the method man ain't no if ands about it
It's the method

Break:

All right, y'all get ya white owls, get ya meth, get ya skins
Don't forget your fourty
And we gonna do it like this

I got, fat bags of skunk
I got, white owl blunts
And i'm about to go get lifted
Yes i'm about to go get lifted

I got, myself a fourty
I got, myself a shorty
And i'm about to go and stick it
Yes i'm about to go and stick it

Verse two:

Uhh
H-u-f-f huff and i puff
Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin
Zoom, i hit the mic like boom
Wrote a song about it like to hear it here it goes
Question what exactly is a panty raider
Ill behaviour savior or major flavor
All of the above oh yeah plus i do so
Also flam i'm the man call me super
Not an average joe with an average flow
Doing average things with average hoes
Yo i'm super i'll make a bitch squirm
For my, su-per sperm (check it)
Check it i give it to ya raw butt naked
I smell sess pass the method
Let's get lifted as i kick ballistics
Missles and shoot game like a pistol
Clip is loaded when i click bang dang
A wu-tang slug hits your brain
J-u-m-p jump and i thump
Make girls rumps like pump and humpty hump
Wow, the shaolin style is all in me
Child, the whole damn isle is callin me
P-a-n-t-y-r-a-i-d-e-r mad raw i don't cry
Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me
Ooh i be the super sperm
Chim chimmeny chim chim cherie
Freak a flow and flow fancy free
Now how many licks does it take
For me to hit the tootsie roll center of a break
Peep and don't sleep the crews mad deep wu-tang
Fadin motherfuckers like bleach
So to each and every crew
You're clear like glass i can see right through
You're whole damn posse be catchin em all cause you vic'd
And ya didnt have friends to begin with
I'm

M-e-t, h-o-d, man
M-e-t, h-o-d, man
M-e-t, h-o-d, man
M-e-t, h-o-d, man

Here i am, here i am, the method man

Outro: rza

Straight from the slums of shaolin
Wu-tang killa b'z on a swarm
[your soul have just been taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid]

*coughing*
[word to mother, method man signing off, peace]

* this version of the song is final, no more corrections are being accepted
* the actual album version is edited, but the curses have been added back in

So whassup man?
Coolin man
Chillin chillin?
Yo you know i had to call, you know why right?
Why?
Because, yo, i never ever call and ask, you to play somethin right?
Yeah
You know what i wanna hear right?
Whatchu wanna hear?
I wanna hear that wu-tang joint
Wu-tang again?
Ahh yeah, again and again!

*sounds of fighting*

[rza] wu-tang clan comin at ya, protect ya neck kid, so set it off
De inspector deck
[meth] watch ya step kid (8x)

[inspector deck]
I smoke on the mic like smokin joe frazier
The hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavor
Terrorize the jam like troops in pakistan
Swingin through your town like your neighborhood spiderman
So uhh, tic toc and keep tickin
While i get ya flippin off the shit i'm kickin
The lone ranger, code red, danger!
Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart
The vandal, too hot to handle
Ya battle, you're sayin goodbye like tevin campbell
Roughneck, inspector deck's on the set
The rebel, i make more noise than heavy metal

[raekwon]
The way i make the crowd go wild, sit back relax won't smile
Rae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged and built like schwarzenegger
And i'ma get mad deep like a threat, blow up your project
Then take all your assets
Cause i came to shake the frame in half
With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math!
So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next man
Cause i grab the clip and
Hit ya with sixteen shots and more i got
Goin to war with the meltin pot hot

[method]
It's the method man for short mr. meth
Movin on your left, aah!
And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat
I wanna break full, cock me back
Small change, they puttin shame in the game
I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame
And like fame!!, my style'll live forever
Niggaz crossin over, but they don't know no better
But i do, true, can i get a "sue"
Nuff respect due to the one-six-ooh
I mean ohh, yo check out the flow
Like the hudson or pcp when i'm dustin
Niggaz off because i'm hot like sauce
The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me *cough*

[u-god]
Ooh, what, grab my nut get screwed
Oww, here comes my shaolin style
Sloop-b and my b-boy's u
To my crew with the "suuue"

*interlude*
Watch ya step kid (8x)
[ol dirty bastard] c'mon baby baby c'mon (4x)
[rza] yo, ya best protect ya neck

[ol dirty bastard]
First things first man you're fuckin with the worst
I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse
I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack
Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack
Shame on you when you stepped through to
The ol dirty bastard straight from the brooklyn zoo
And i'll be damned if i let any man
Come to my center, you enter, the winter
Straight up and down that shit packed jam
You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man
The ol dirty bastard is dirty and stinkin
Ason, unique rollin with the night of the creeps
Niggaz be rollin with a stash
Ain't sayin cash, bite my style i'll bite your motherfuckin ass!

[ghostface killah]
For cryin out loud my style is wild so book me
Not long is how long that this rhyme took me
Ejectin, styles from my lethal weapon
My pen that rocks from here to oregon
Here's mordigan, catch it like a psycho flashback
I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back
I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds
And where i lounge is my stompin grounds
I give a order to my peeps across the water
To go and snatch up props all around the border
And get far like a shootin star
Cause who i are, is dim in the light of pablo escobar
Point blank as i kick the square biz
There it is you're fuckin with pros and there it goes

[rza]
Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that
It's ten o'clock hoe, where the fuck's your seed at
Feelin mad hostile, ran the apostle
Flowin like christ when i speaks the gospel
Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buckus style
The ruckus, ten times ten men committin mad sin
Turn the other cheek and i'll break your fuckin chin
Slayin boom-bangs like african drums (we'll be)
Comin around the mountain when i come
Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment
My clan increase like black unemployment
Yeah, another one dare, g-gka-genius
Take us the fuck outta here

[genius]
The wu is too slammin for these cold killin labels
Some ain't had hits since i seen aunt mabel
Be doin artists in like cain did abel
Now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the table
That's what ya get when ya misuse what i invent
Your empire falls and ya lose every cent
For tryin to blow up a scrub
Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
Should of pumped it when i rocked it
Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets
This goes on in some companies
With majors they're scared to death to pump these
First of all, who's your a&r
A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar
But he don't know the meaning of dope
When he's lookin for a suit and tie rap
That's cleaner than a bar of soap
And i'm the dirtiest thing in sight
Matter of fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight

*sounds of fighting*

[rza] you best protect ya neck (4x)

Intro: the genius/gza (from "clan in da front")

Niggaz 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 da front, let your feet stomp
Niggaz 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 niggaz
Word to the camoflouge large niggaz
Bitch niggaz fuckin my body
Bring that fuckin meth in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna drink some good nightrain

Verse one: raekwon the chef

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
A'ight? 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 niggaz garments
Save ya breath before i bomb it

Verse two: method man

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, niggaz 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 chessbox

Verse three: inspector deck

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 fuckin charge when i explode

Verse four: ghostface killer

Slammin a hype-ass 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-ass lex'
So clear the way, make way, yo! open the cage
Peace, i'm out, jettin like a runaway slave

Verse five: prince rakeem/rza

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

Verse six: ol dirty bastard

Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior? killer? slicin shit like a samurah
The ol' dirty bastard vundabah
Ol' dirty clan of terrorists
Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that piss!
Niggaz 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

Verse seven: genius/gza

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-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