GZA - Bring Da Ruckus (Demo Version) lyrics

[Intro: RZA] Bring da bring da muthaf**ing ruckus En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style [Hook: RZA] Bring da motherf**in ruckus Bring da motherf**in ruckus Bring da mother, bring da motherf**in ruckus Bring da motherf**in ruckus [Verse 1: Raekwon] Something 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 mill, chill Maintain yourself Black, you're strapping all of that But you ain't got sh** 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 trying to get wrecked yo Pa** the weed thru your sh** god mic check, need a little meth yo True, back to me flipping you and your so called zoo You got nothing on a n***a from Staten A drunk monk, smoking mad skunk and stacking I didn't need rap sh** to get me on, I was a crimey Driving a Benz hearing my man's song And when sh** gone broke out, everybody got smoked out And cops drove the wrong route Don't act evil and possess to hurt me, forty guns be flowing in your face Who wants some [Hook] [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] I rip it hardcore, like p**no-flick b**hes I roll with groups of ghetto ba*tards with biscuits Check it, my method on the microphone's banging Wu-Tang slang'll leave the microphone hanging Bust this, I'm kicking like Segall, Out for Justice The roughness, yes the rudeness, ruckus Redrum I verbally a**ault with the tongue Murder one, my style shot your 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 a** n***a with my n***a, the RZA Charged like a bull and got pull like a trigger So bad, stabbing up the pad with the vocab, crab I scream on your a** like your dad, bring it on [Hook] [Verse 4: GZA] Yo, I'm more rugged than slaveman boots New recruits, I'm f**ing up MC troops I break loops, and trample sh**, while I stomp A mudhole in that a**, cause I'm straight out the swamp Creeping up on site, now it's Fright Night My Wu-Tang slang is mad f**ing dangerous And more deadly than the stroke of an axe Chopping through your back Giving bystanders heart-attacks n***as try to flip, tell me who is him I blow up his f**in prism Make it a vicious act of terrorism You wanna bring it, so f** it Come on and bring the ruckus And I provoke n***as to kick buckets I'm wetting CREAM I ain't wetting fame Who selling gain I'm giving out a deadly game It's not the Russian it's the Wu-Tang crushin Roulette, slip up and get f**ed like Suzette Bring da f**in ruckus [Hook] [Outro: RZA] Yea, Wu-Tang production, kid Straight from the 35 Chambers The Inspectah Deck-sta, Raekwon the Chef And the RZA-RZA-Ra' Shout out to my man RNS, Big Mook and Divine Mr. Hezekiah, Due Lilz, the Ghostface k**ah Ason Unique, yeah, Gka-Gka-Genius Give it raw, bring da mothaf**in ruckus Wu-Tang Clan (bring da mothaf**in ruckus)