Oli Grant - Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber lyrics

[Skit] Raekwon: Yo, Meth, hold up, hold up Yo, Meth, where my k**er tape at, God? First of all, where my Where the f** is my tape at? Method Man: Yo, son, I ain't got that piece, son Raekwon: How you ain't got my sh** when I let you hold it, man? Method Man: Yo, n***as came over to have 40s and blunts, kid The sh** just came up missin', son Raekwon: Come on, man, that don't got nothin' to do with my sh**, man Come on, man, go head with that sh**, man Method Man: Come on, man, I'll buy you four more f**in' k**er tapes, man U-God: *banging on the door* Aiyo! Aiyo! Raekwon: Open the door, man! What the f**, man? Yo, what? What's up? Ghostface k**ah: Yo, yo, God, word is bond, yo Shameek just got bust in his head two times, God! [U-God] Word to mother! Ghostface k**ah: Word life, God. You know Shameek from f**in' 212, God? The n***a just got bucked n***as in a black Land, God, word is bond Came through, God, from out of nowhere, God Word is bond I'm comin' to get my Culture Cipher, God And they just… word is bond Crazy shots just went the f** off, God [U-God] n***as let off crazy shots, kid [Ghost] The n***a layin' there like a f**in' newborn f**in' baby, God [U-God] Word up! [Meth] Is he dead? [Ghost] Is he f**in' dead? What the f** you mean is he f**in' dead, God? [U-God] What the f** kind of question is that, B? f** you think? [RZA] Easy, easy [Ghost] The n***a layin' there with his f**in'… All types of f**in' blood comin' out of his f**in'… [U-God] (sarcastically) Is he is he is he dead? [Ghost] Yo, God, what's up, God? It's the God, God, word is bond Yo, what's up? I'm ready to f**in' lay… I'm ready to get busy, God, what's up? [Rae] Yo, let's go do what we got… [U-God] What's up, yo? [Rae] Yo let's go do what we gotta do, man, f** it [U-God] Yo, we out or what, man? [Ghost] It's the God, God, f** that, man [U-God] You sayin' we out? [Meth] They probably took the tape [Ghost] What the f**? [Rae] n***a still sweatin' the tape, man [Ghost] What the f** is you talkin' about? Get the f** outta here! [Rae] f**in' corn! [Intro: Wu-Tang Clan] Good Morning Vietnam! Yeah, good morning To all you motherf**in' knotty-headed n***as Yo, to the camouflage large n***as b**h, where the f** is my bottle? Bring that f**in' meth in here! Yo yo yo yo Now we gonna drink some good Night train [Verse 1: Raekwon] Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked Then attack you like a pit, then lock sh** down As I come and freaks the sound Hardcore, but givin' you more and more like ding! Nah, shorty, get you open like six packs k**a Beez attack, flippin' what, murder one Phat tracks, aight, I kick it like a Nike Flight Word life, I get that a** robbed on spite Check the method from Bedrock 'cause I rock your head to bed Just like rockin' what? Twin Glocks! Shake the ground while my beats just break you down Raw sound, goin' to war right now So, yo, bombin', We Usually Take All n***as Garments Save your breath before I vomit [Verse 2: Method Man] I be that insane n***a from the psycho ward I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword So how you figure that you can even f** with mine? Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that sh** one time! And pull a foul, n***as, save the beef for the cow I'm milkin' this ho, this is my show, Tical The f** you wanna do for this mic piece, duke? I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root PLO Style, buddha monks with the owls Now who's the f**in' man? Meth-Tical [Break: Method Man] On the chessbox "Wu-Tang style" [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] 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, Inspectah, bad man From the bad lands of the k**er Rap fanatic representin' with the sk** that's iller Dare to compare, get pierced just like your ear The Shooby Doo-Wop pop, strictly hardware Armed and geared, 'cause I just broke out the prison Charged by the system for murderin' the rhythm Now lo and behold another deadly episode Bound to catch another f**in' charge when I explode [Verse 4: Ghostface k**ah] Slammin' a hype-a** verse 'til your head burst I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that Rap a**a**in, fast and quick to blast and hardrock I ran up in spots like Fort Knox I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logic Flashbacks 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, yo, out of respect, chops to neck I get vexed, like crashin' up a phat-a** Lex So, clear the way! Make way! Yo, open the cage! Peace, I'm out, jettin' like a runaway slave [Verse 5: RZA] You gettin' stripped from your garments, boy, run your j**els All the meth got me open like fallopian tubes I bring d**h 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 your navel Suspenseful force bein' brought through my utensil The pencil, I bring strong winds up against you Havoc, then run up through your county like the Maverick Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics [Verse 6: Ol' Dirty ba*tard] A-a-a-ah-ah, are you a warrior k**er slicin' sh** like a samurai? The Ol' Dirty ba*tard from the bar Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists Comin' at your a** like a sorceress, shootin' that piss n***as be gettin' on my f**in' nerves Rhymes they be kickin' Make me wanna kick their f**in' a** to the curb Boy got funky fresh like the Old Specialist A carrier, messenger, bury ya This experience is for the whole experience Let it be applied, Unique drop that science [Verse 7: GZA] M-M-My clan is thick like plaster, bust ya, slash ya Slit a n***a back like a Dutch Master k**er, style jumped off in k**a Hilla I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manila I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock Like gettin' smashed by a cinder block Pow! Now it's all over; n***as seein' pink hearts Yellow moons, orange stars, and green clovers