Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber

Good morning Vietnam!

Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin' knotty-headed ****

Word to them camouflage large ****

Bitch, fuck is my bottle?

Bring that fuckin' meth in here, man

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Now we gon' drink some good Night Train, get you goin'

Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked

Then attack you like a pit that lock shit down

As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore

But giving you more and more, like ding!

Nah, shorty, get you open like six packs

Killa Beez attack, flippin' what, murder one, phat tracks

Aight? I kick it like a Nike Flight

Word life, I get that ass robbed on spite

Check the method from Bedrock 'cause I rock ya head to bed

Just like rockin' what? Twin Glocks

Shake the ground while my beats just break you down

Raw sound, going to war right now

So, yo, bombin', we usually take all ****' garments

Save ya breath before I vomit

I be that insane **** from the psycho ward

I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword

So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine?

Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time!

And pull a foul, **** save the beef on the cow

I'm milkin' this ho, this is my show, Tical

The fuck you wanna do? More than Spike Lee's "Do"

I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root

P.L.O. style, buddha monks with the owls

So who's the fucking man? Meth-Tical, Tical on the chessbox

Yo, yeah, yo, 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, Inspector, bad man

From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic

Representing with the skill that's iller

Dare to compare, get pierced just like an ear

The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly hardware

Armed and geared 'cause I just broke out the prison

Charged by the system for murdering the rhythm

Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode

Bound to catch another fuckin' charge when I explode

Slammin' a hype-ass verse till ya head burst

I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that

Rap assassin, fastin', quick to blast and Hardrock

I ran up in spots like Fort Knox!

I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logic

Flashback's 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, you out of respect, chops ya neck

I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass Lex'

So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the cage

Peace, I'm out, jettin' like a runaway slave

Yo, you gettin' stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels

While the meth got me open like fallopian tubes

I bring death 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 ya navel

Suspenseful, plus bein' bought through my utensil

The pencil, I break strong winds up against your

Abbot, that run up through your county like the Maverick

Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics

Are, are, are, are, are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin' shit like a samurai

The Ol' Dirty Bastard from the bar!

Ol' Dirty Clan of terrorists

Comin' atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that piss!

**** be gettin' on my fuckin' nerves

Rhymes they be kickin' make me wanna kick they fuckin' ass to the curb

I got funky fresh, like the old specialist

A carrier, messenger, bury ya

This experience is for the whole experience

Let it be applied, and then drop that science

My, my, my, my Clan is thick like plaster

Bust ya, slash ya

Slit a **** back like a Dutch Master Killer

Style jumped off and Killa, Hill-er

I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manila

I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock

Like getting smashed by a cinder block

Bow! Now it's all over

**** seeing pink hearts, yellow moons

Orange stars and green clovers