Wu-tang Clan - Bring Da Ruckus (demo Version) lyrics

[Intro:] [Rza] Bring da bring da muthaf**in' ruckus! En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style [Chorus: 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 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 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 tryin' ta get wrecked yo Pa** the weed thru your sh** god mic check! Need a little meth yo true!!! Back to me flippin' you and your so called zoo! You got nothin' on a n***a from Staten, A drunk monk, smokin' mad skunk and stackin'! I didn't need rap sh** to get me on, I was a crimey, Drivin' a Benz hearin' 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, 40 gunz be flowin' in ya face, Who want's some!!! [Chorus] [Verse Three: 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 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 a**ault 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 a** n***a with my n***a, 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 a** like your dad, bring it on... [Chorus] [Verse Four: The Genius/GZA] Yo, I'm more rugged than slaveman boots New recruits, I'm f**in' up MC troops I break loops, and trample sh**, while I stomp! A mudhole in that a**, cause I'm straight out the swamp Creepin up on site, now it's Fright Night My Wu-Tang slang is mad f**in' dangerous And more deadly than the stroke of an axe Choppin through ya back *swish* Givin 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***az 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 f**ed like Suzette Bring da f**in ruckus... [Chorus] So bring it on...[X7] punk n***a!