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[rza]
Yo yo yo doodododododo yo pssh yo
Yo park the jeep on the street of the sunset marquis
Autograph sign and pass wit a gold tip sharpee
Permanent ink blots undrunk from velly poo scotts
All you faggots try to judge my shit like ed koch
Underground left and right pair surround sound can't be scared
Plea the ams radio tapes that he jammed
Golden chrome, desert eagle never left at home
Flip the track of the beat watch bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
I open and fold ya thought he fucked a ogre
I leave the cats the book of food stamps ????
The box of evil a fifty sack of that lethal
Adjust these boots and bloody cube steaks from keebu

[odb] 4x
What party can you go to
And i ain't there you bitches actin like they don't care

[rza]
You bitches actin like you dont care
You bitches actin like you yo
Razor blade toenails cut holes inside tube socks
Golden platinum things unstainable
I chew rocks
Slipe wit type digital soup deflect bullets
Black hooded surrounded by forty acres of wooded
Land, like my cousin dusty dirty as dan
Fucked the daughter of the leader of the ku klux klan
Tapes we dub pound you wit the ace of club
Climb your tree to a shub
Tongue kiss a lion and kidnap her cub
Passin it portrait
My bitch spread eagle wild orchid
Pussy so wet you could fuck it wit a soft tipped dick
Tickle the tonsil you could hear her coughin
I don't know if dirt fucked mariah, but i'm out to fuck tyra
Starks might fuck mya

[odb]
I'm the pussy vampire

[chorus] 4x

[ghostface]
Yo i'm bent out three days two nights yo i'm spent out
One hell of a cruise new york got they hand out
Like i owe somethin, check they stance they frontin
I'm two seconds fromt wistin ya'll shit over nuttin
All a sudden ice grills kid you did a baby bid
In a minute almost hung yourself slit ya wrists
To the maximum hand me the forty i'll thrash and
Split out guests wit gash lemon goes throw his laz gone
Trama the block pro bar sledge slang ho
Runnin from to and sharles some rap and i might blow
World cup, some been blessed wit the stanley
Yvonne lendl ordered lamb racket wit the cam key
Sideline manuever, polish wax mc remover
Niggaz wit long nails cuttin me leavin bruises
Candle lows tied a thousand an ya'll froze
Came home an dust that doo tryin to play me close
We've been peaked for years now liz wants to choppin the kid
I might do magic make him disappear
Rearose that nigga isotoner coca-cola holder snap the granola
Sprinkle ginko polish
Venom from a cobra lace in the come he brought older
Soaked through a strainer here's a doser
The king james version is paid just like samsung
Wit effects that'll kill rogers double o seven
Hanna barbera hops the opposite abandoned the deer
Fuck wit mics like sonny and cher
Or maybe captain entenail, connect and then blow the seal
Nice like mister whittendale your girl chippendale
Shallah bridge all up in ya dog dial trench
When i snatched that shit was broke shoulda sent ya ass back
And where's the key to the hatchback pop that
Get in throw a bag full of mice and then respect that

[girl] 4x
What party can you go to, and wu ain't there
These niggaz actin like they don't care
What party can you go to, and wu ain't there
These hoes actin like they don't care

[ol' dirty bastard *singin*] [rza]
Reunited cuz it feels so good yo, yo, niggaz ain't shit
Reunited cuz we're understood your bitch ain't shit
There's one perfect thing and your momma ain't shit
Children this one is it your daddy ain't shit
We both we're so excited cuz you ain't shit
We're reunited, hey! hey! niggaz ain't shit
Your momma ain't shit
Your daddy ain't shit
You ain't shit, you ain't shit
Yo, yo

[gza]
Reunited, double lp, world excited
Struck a mass to the underground, industry ignited
From metaphorical parables to fertilize the earth
Wicked niggaz come, try to burglarize the turf
Scattin off soft-ass beats, them niggaz rap happily
Tragically, that style, de-ter-iate, rapidly
Uncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositions
You couldn't add it up, if you mastered addition
Where i come from, gettin visual is habitual
De-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in rituals
I splash the paint on the wall, it formed the mural
He took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was plural
Rhymin while impaired, dart hit your garment
Pierced your internals, streamlined compartments
Just consider the unparallel advantage
Of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage

[ol' dirty bastard]
I'm known on the microphone as the rap professor
Casual dresser, you may dress fresher
The way that i speak this shit is energetic
My physique of meat is quick atheletic
Remove all mc's who disapprove
That my funky fresh particle always have the groove
You're jealous over me because you're not a competitor
You're just a donor, i'm the rap editor
Tryin to rock the mic when you get an appetite
All negative on the mic, i dislike
Try to rock the mic but only will reduce
Try to get loose, you juice as a youth
Not knowin to yourself that you shall be frozen
I'm the mc warrior, who has been chosen
To rock and shock beats, polite when i recite
Sulfur mc's, you are down right, out right
Try to be talkative, there's no alternative
Hide until i forgive, this motive
I am unique with the perfected physique
The objective of my rhyme is my own technique
I maintain the paradise on this earth
With the shut the fuck up style for what this shit is worth
Watch a nigga catch a purse
Super-hero niggaz die
Do my dirt, get away and multiply
You bitches, ya nice guys
Always want bitch, because ya need mine
I pleased on how i get up on the stage and fuck up the show
Cuz nobody can't fuck with me!
You bootleggin buyin motherfuckers, don't do that with me
With all these child-support cases i got, i needs my money!
Earl for ages, a 100 and down, sacrifice ya baby to the underground
The best kept secret, how does it feel to be boxin in
Like a skeleton, growin back ya skin?
When i was young, i was taught how to produce
The science of babies gettin loose
I turned white boys to springsteen spruce
Black to spooks, gave the chinese bruce
I can't help it if my style is foggy, monster boogie
Get ya high on my patio, all come to see me movie
Bicthes, you're walkin on my dirt
We ain't sayin nuthin
I whisper in ya ear, make ya blink cold pert
Love potion, plenty bones i put up
What!? what!? what!? what!?
You know what time it is,
Mothefuckers!

[ol' dirty bastard *singing*] [ms. roxy]
Reunited and it feels so good it's wu mothefuckers
Reunited cuz we're understood ah, wu-tang motherfuckers
There's one perfect thing
And children this one is it
We both we're so excited
Cuz we're reunited, hey! hey! it's wu motherfuckers
Ah, wu-tang motherfuckers
It's wu motherfuckers
Ah, wu-tang motherfuckers
It's wu motherfuckers
Ah, wu-tang motherfuckers

[outro: ol' dirty bastard]
I want to give a big shout out to the wu-tang clan.
We holdin it down. youknowi'msayin?
I also want to show mad love to puffy cuz you holdin it down.
Master p, you holdin it down.
Knowi'msayin? dr.dre, you holdin it down.
Give snoop my love, e-40.
Mc eiht, west coast, word is bond.
This is family, i don't give a fuck!
Striaght up. it's dirt dog, nigga!
Y'all niggaz know how the fuck i get down!
Knowi'msayin? i'm here to represent this shit!
Knowimean? i love y'all niggaz!
Motherfucker, my stomach hurts!
Bitch, i got to go!
(ah, wu-tang motherfuckers...)

* appears on the international version of the album

[rza]
Yo... this song is...
Aiyyo dunn this song is called sunshower
Cause we approachin the final hour
You know i ahh all i can say to my brothers and sisters right now
Is stay close to your families, and all your loved ones
Cause this globe is about to explode with hatred
They killin for pennies, knahmsayin?
Peace to the gods, we got a heavy job... yo, yo

Trouble follows behind a wicked mind, 20/20 vision
Of the prism of light but still blind
Because you lack the inner, every sinner
Will end up in the everlastin winter of hellfire
Throw on this mix just picks your third eye out
You cry out your words fly out, and sounds die out
You remain unheard, sufferin eternally, internal external
Along with your wicked fraternal from generals to colonels
Releasin thermonuclear heat that burns you firmly
And permanently upon this journey
Through the journal of the book of life
Those who took a life without justice
Will become just ice ice ice
It's been taught that your worst enemy can harm you
As much as your own wicked thoughts
What devils fought we wrought, and let's annoint
Now you're bein persecuted by that universal court court court
Iron hell with the strong blend of rape and blend of sandal
With rose petals and jasmine, as men use talismans
Burn some incense, chantin witchcraft to reach high dimensions
I'm convinced, allah is god always has been always will be
You could travel every square inch of the planet earth and still be
Ninety-three million miles away from the sun
Til you realize you and the sun is one, like the knowledge
Know the ledge to where your heart is
Or fall off into the internal hell that's uncharted
Light travels at the rate of 186,000 miles per second
Through time and space, until it reach a target
And once we're freed of darkness, and show em where the path
Yo as the red sea was parted, into these straight
At the narrow gate, but why that's a road to destruction and hate
What you thought life was a sport? a game?
One hundred years short, know the soul is immortal
Walk through many portals, and those who go astray
Will pay a judgment day, and these few years of wicked bullshit
Ain't worth the eternity inside a sulfur lake
With dragons and snakes, and any pain you can imaginate
Instead, i chose to become a newlywed to the true bread
Of life and fed god degree of light to my head
It's been said, the fool who sleep is already dead, so i stay awake
And take care of my brother, and uncover reveal the skin
So we can see each other, cause every color
That makes the light appear duller, who's the colored man?
Who's the original, who's the biochemical
Who's the grafted digital, digital, digital, digital
Digital.. yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Two hundred thousand million atmosphere cubic feet of air we breath
While niggaz minds are trapped twenty thousand fathoms beneath
The sea of reality, they can't inhale deep, devils have em
Stagnant, a trapping, the .45 magnum
And shatter bone fragments
Cops love the block you gettin backed up by dragnet
Thrown into a six by eight steel cabinet
Flippin weights readin ancient tablets, back on the block nobody's havin it
Those who haven't learnt get returned
You freaky ass niggaz get burned
Some walk around like they ain't concerned
With the hell goin on inside the world
Why do grown men molest little girls?
Is it because the girl's breast has swelled
To the size of a woman, although she's twelve
The whole world is sick, sick, sick
Trapped up in six, six, six
I started off as a pawn in this marathon of life
Tryin to carry on, wishin i had a bomb to blow up babylon
A vagabond, tryin to steal his corpse we're from paragon
Goin in circles, like a ferris wheel
Undernourished meals i cherish hope, drown inside the sea of life
Use my third eye for a periscope, and take flight to the edge of night
To far heights so dark that even wit a bright light
You couldn't see a spark of light
While others play ball, i recall, me and gza, dirty
Hangin in halls, bangin on walls
Kickin rhymes three hours straight with no pause
Boostin from freeport sunrise to amityville morgue
Kept razorblade between the jaws, breakin all laws
Started out writin fables to makin beats on lunchroom tables
To wearin long cables that hung down to the navel
So pack some crack and fat sacks of skunk
To funnel the p-funk, smokin woolie blunts
Dust cocktails and primos, shot more dice than casinos
Back when wu-gambinos were called f.o.i. mc's
All and together now crew b.c.c.
Rec posse, g.p., d.m.d.
Ol dirty stalked east new york gza maintained franklin lane
I was going to thomas the jeff, where students got slain
Old earth got nervous walked me to shaolin sent me to curtis
Took share time in marquis, u-god general contractin service
While meth chef and deck was off the nu-dol
For white boys who took steroids
Buildin up bicep tricep pectoids and deltoids
Back when our girlfriends was virgins
Cuttin class with ghost tryin to bag hoes in mary birchem
A maybeldine beacon night school washington irving
These young gods was seekin
Hoes in westinghouse and clara parton and medina
Girls who sung like sarafina
On the corner of belmont and picket avenue i seen her
As if i dreamed her
I was dead broke, now i will use key notes to make g-notes
So it's always hope
See subway train run through the city like blood through the veins
To the heart of medina, but shaolin is the brain
So take heed to these words
And feel the power of the sunshower

Approachin the final hour
Power equality, allah sees everything
Let's come together under the wings
And take flight, wu-tang, the saga, ryzarecta
In your sector

* mail corrections to beatnik@sprynet.com
* this is the wu-tang clan's cover version of run-d.m.c.'s "sucker mc's"

[odb]
Daddy's home, your daddy's home to stay

[meth]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo same time same channel
Nasty vandals too hot to fucking handle
Bring the ruckus to all you knotty head fuckas
Shit's like hammer time, niggas can't touch us

[rza]
Straight up and down wu-tang forever
Come tougher than dj ?'s leather
Make a better tomorrow
Condition your atmosphere, air like feathers
The fire come, transmit vire come
The higher sire come, we burn your wire
Wu-tang be number one...

[meth & rza]
Four years ago a friend of mine
Asked me to say some mc rhymes
So i said this rhyme i'm about to say
The rhyme was meth and it went this way

Yo, we took a test to become an mc
All the withers in the crowd got amazed at me
God threw me inside his cadillac
The chaffuer drove off and we never came back

Meth cut the record down to the bone
And now i rock solid chrome microphones
Now we signing autographs, with cheers and laughs
Champagne, caviar, and bubblebaths, but see...

That's the life that i lead, you sucka mc, we g-o-d
Take that and move back, or catch a heartattack
Because there's nothing in the world the gods could ever lack

I chill at the party in my b-boy stance
Walk, cap low, 45 in my pants
Fly like a dove, that come from up above
My nigga's iron lung but you can stay one love

It's just a one two three a three a two one
Throw your blunts in the air for the god iron lung
Blow them right in your face with the bass
You messed up, come in first place, the real rap taste

First come, first serve basis
Coolin out boo, take you to the def places
One of a kind for you people's delight
And to you sucker mc, you know it ain't right
Bet you bite all your life, cheat on your wife
Run in a gun fight with nuthin but a knife
Bangin with your boy, slingin with the crew
And everybody know what you've been through
It's the one two three three two one
Throw your blunts in the air for your dunn iron lung
Smoke in your place with the highs and the bass
Come in first place in the real rap race
Go uptown, buy a bag of brown
You sucker mc, a sad face clown
Gettin od ready to rock crowds steady
You drive a big car get your gas from getti

[odb]
I'm odb in the place to be
Didn't go to st. john's university
In the streets of brooklyn i aquired the knowledge
A law of mathematics that's higher than college
I'm fly on skins that i gets in queens
She love filthy swine and my collard greens
I'm dressed to kill, you know our style
Cause niggas don't know that dirty dogg fly

If you wanna see

"who's the knucklehead wantin respect?" -- ghostface
{sample repeats in background of street's intro}

Intro: street life, (method man)

Yo, yo
Never doubt the life
(ehhhh! yo!) yo
Who the fuck are you to criticize me?
Yo, i slap, yo, i slap dick ta ya wifey
Yo (respect, that's my word)

[street life]
Another wu tradition, street vision, listen
All my life i've been poverty stricken
Always took what's mines, never was given
A second chance just to rap sheet a bad decision
You can't knock the hustle or the life that i'm livin
Quick to stick the clip in, blow you out position
Street juridictions, nigga, no restriction
Concrete composition for emcee's in submission
Special edition crash course mission
Push through like the task force and crush all competition
See you from a distance, dry snitchin, whisperin
Greet your man posted up like two little bitches
When you get the heart, step live or catch stitches
Or find yourself with del, sleepin with the fishes
I got no love for fans that's fake ass niggas
I can't stand the bid when it's all in my business
Wu-tang forever and a day, don't get it twisted
I get lifted, i just shoot somethin from hot buscuit
These street kids, we can't lost, we terrorize you district
Leave no finger prints and no survivin witness

Chorus: method man

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
(yo, yo math!)
It's them kids from the otherside "shaolin" worldwide
Street life, homocide, nowhere to run to
Nowhere to hide, boo, we p.l.o.
Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go
Some didn't listen 'til my gun went blow!

[inspectah deck]
Yo, thoughts sharper than a japanese kitana
Ninja coma, pirahnas crack teeth on my armor
Scadalous, i ran contra-bomber, stalker like rebels of rwanda
Death before dishonor, snake charmer, persona of one who makes drama
Godfather 4 type saga, tuckin a revolver in my parker
Bombin unprepared for departure, might talk but strike harder
Fear the bow of the silent archer
Sure shotter, pass the rock to your starter
Poison darter, news photographers document the horror
While i bounce shaunda with tiwana and i from blue honda
Honorable scholar, rockwilder, rip mic's for top dollar
Your highnes, the crowd hollar
Got your head rock, feel the brain trauma
Crowd sponser, hotter than bahama steam saunas
The rebel of opera, popped off the choclate and the ?gosha?
Monster truck crush you imposters

Chorus: method man

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
It's them kids from the otherside "shaolin" worldwide
I.n.s., homocide, nowhere to run to
Nowhere to hide, boo, we p.l.o.
Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go
Some didn't listen 'til my gun went blow!

[method man]
I'm the four mic emcee with five mic potential
Overlooked cuz y'all can't understand what i been thru
You ain't got to love me, or even pretend to
Actin like the street, they ain't got no street credentials
Crack villians, raps be killin instrumentals
The caps pealin and slap a feelin out ya dental
Underground, sound, for ghetto residentials
Up shit's creek lookin for some more shit to get into
Got the clan jewels as i continue
To serve you everythin on that's on the menu
With chef john jacob, remember sunz of man told you wake up?
My nigga smell the coffee, i'm too hardcore to kill softly
Come to free the mind and get the bullshit up off me
The jedi, only use the force if ya force me
Shaolin what? don't get it fucked up and cross me
Rappers gettin stuck for actin stuck up and flossy
Say it ain't so! bust the callico
Rap from the island called stat', here we go

Chorus: method man

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
It's them kids from the otherside "shaolin" worldwide
Method man, homocide, nowhere to run to
Nowhere to hide, boo, we p.l.o.
Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go
Some didn't listen 'til my gun went blow!

"wantin respect--wantin respect" -- ghostface
"who's the knucklehead wantin respect?" -- ghostface
"wantin respect--wantin respect" -- ghostface
"wantin respect, sharpest niggas in the..." -- ghostface

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Intro:

[rza] bring da bring da muthafuckin' ruckus!

En garde, i'll let you try my wu-tang style

Chorus: rza

Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin ruckus
Bring da motherfuckin ruckus

Verse one: raekwon the chef

Somethin' new from my real live raps and so catch this,
While i kick a verse like chapters.
I'm all of that, proceed with the militant act
With the rugged timberlands or with boots that's black!
But on the real, i'm cold like blue steel.
Out to catch a hit and make a mil...[chill!]
Maintain yourself black! you're strappin' all of that!
But you ain't got shit in this shack jack!!!
That's my word! i'm used to beef and i can eat it mad raw,
And pick it out my gold teeth!
But yo! back to the subject, wu's tryin' ta get wrecked yo
Pass the weed thru your shit god mic check! need a little meth yo
True!!! back to me flippin' you and your so called zoo!
You got nothin' on a nigga from staten,
A drunk monk, smokin' mad skunk and stackin'!
I didn't need rap shit to get me on, i was a crimey,
Drivin' a benz hearin' my man's song.
And when shit gone broke out, everybody got smoked out,
And cops drove the wrong route!
Don't act evil and possess to hurt me, 40 gunz be flowin' in ya face,
Who want's some!!!

Chorus

Verse three: inspectah deck

I rip it hardcore, like porno-flick bitches
I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits
Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin
Wu-tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin
Bust this, i'm kickin like segall, out for justice
The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus
Redrum, i verbally assault with the tongue
Murder one, my style shot ya knot like a stun-gun
I'm hectic, i wreck it with the quickness
Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown
By this nasty ass nigga with my nigga, the rza
Charged like a bull and got pull like a trigga
So bad, stabbin up the pad with the vocab, crab
I scream on ya ass like your dad, bring it on...

Chorus

Verse four: the genius/gza

Yo, i'm more rugged than slaveman boots
New recruits, i'm fuckin' up mc troops
I break loops, and trample shit, while i stomp!
A mudhole in that ass, cause i'm straight out the swamp
Creepin up on site, now it's fright night
My wu-tang slang is mad fuckin' dangerous
And more deadly than the stroke of an axe
Choppin through ya back *swish*
Givin bystanders heart-attacks
Niggas try to flip, tell me who is him
I blow up his fuckin prism
Make it a vicious act of terrorism
You wanna bring it, so fuck it
Come on and bring the ruckus
And i provoke niggaz to kick buckets
I'm wettin cream, i ain't wettin fame
Who sellin gain, i'm givin out a deadly game
It's not the russian it's the wu-tang crushin
Roulette, slip up and get fucked like suzette
Bring da fuckin ruckus...

Chorus

So bring it on...(x7)

Punk nigga!