Bring Da Ruckus

Intro:



Shaolin shadowboxing, and the wu-tang sword style

If what you say is true, the shaolin and the wu-tang

Could be dangerous

Do you think your wu-tang sword can defeat me?



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: ghostface killah



Ghostface, catch the blast of a hype verse

My glock bursts, leave in a hearse, i did worse

I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk

Ya head rush, fly like egyptian musk

Aw shit, wu-tang clan spark the wicks an'

However, i master the trick just like nixon

Causin terror, quick damage ya whole era

Hardrocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot

P.l.o. style, hazardous, cause i wreck this dangerous

I blow sparks like waco, texas



Verse two: raekwon the chef



I watch my back like i'm locked down, hardcore

Hittin sound, watch me act bugged, and tear it down

A literate type asshole, songs goin gold, no doubt

And you watch a corny nigga fold

Yeah, they fake and all that

Carryin gats but yo, my clan

Rollin like forty macs

Now ya act convinced, i guess it makes sense

Wu-tang, yo sewwwwwwwww, represent

I wait for one to act up

Now i got him backed up

Gun to his neck now, react what?

And that's one in the chamber

Wu-tang banger, 36 styles of danger



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!


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