Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber

Yo Meth, hold up, hold up
 Yo Meth, where my Killer tape at, God?
 First of all, where my... where the fuck is my tape at?
 Yo son, I ain't got that piece, son
 How you ain't got my shit when I let you hold it, man?
 Yo, niggas came over to have 40s and blunts, kid
 The shit just came up missing, son
 Come on, man, that don't got nothing to do with my shit, man
 Come on, man, go head with that shit, man
 Come on, man, I'll buy you four more fucking Killer tapes, man
 Aiyo! Aiyo!
 Open the door man, what the fuck, man?
 Yo, what? What's up?
 Yo, yo God, word is bond, yo
 Shameek just got bust in his head two times, God!
 Word to mother!
 Word life, God. You know Shameek from fucking 212, God?
 The nigga just got bucked
 Niggas in a black Land, God, word is bond
 Came through, God, from out of nowhere, God
 Word is bond I'm coming to get my Culture Cipher, God
 And they just... word is bond, crazy shots just went the fuck off, God
 Niggas let off crazy shots, kid
 The nigga laying there like a fucking newborn fucking baby, God
 Word up!
 Is he dead?
 Is he fucking dead? What the fuck you mean is he fucking dead, God?
 What the fuck kind of question is that, B? Fuck you think?
 The nigga laying there with his fucking...
 All types of fucking blood coming out of his fucking...
 (Sarcastically) Is he is he is he dead?
 Yo God, what's up God? It's the God, God, word is bond
 Yo what's up I'm ready to fucking lay...
 I'm ready to get busy, God, what's up?
 Yo let's go do what we got...
 What's up, yo?
 Yo let's go do what we gotta do, man, fuck it
 Yo, we out or what, man?
 It's the God, God, fuck that, man
 You saying we out?
 They probably took the tape
 What the fuck?
 Nigga still sweating the tape, man
 What the fuck is you talking about? Get the fuck outta here
 Fucking corn
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 Good Morning Vietnam!
 Yeah, good morning to all you motherfucking knotty-headed niggas
 Yo to the camouflage large niggas
 Bitch, where the fuck is my bottle?
 Bring that fucking meth in here
 Yo yo yo yo
 Now we gonna drink some good Night train
 Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked
 Then attack you like a pit then 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, flipping what, murder one
 Fat 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 your head to bed
 Just like rocking what? Twin Glocks
 Shake the ground while my beats just break you down
 Raw sound, going to war right now
 So, yo, bombing, We Usually Take All Niggas Garments
 Save your breath before I vomit
 I be that insane nigga 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, niggas save the beef for the cow
 I'm milking this ho, this is my show, Tical
 The fuck 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 fucking man? Meth-Tical
 On the chessbox
 "Wu-Tang style"
 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 killer
 Rap fanatic representing with the skill 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 murdering the rhythm
 Now lo and behold another deadly episode
 Bound to catch another fucking charge when I explode
 Slamming a hype-ass verse till your head burst
 I ramshack dead in the track and that's that
 Rap assassin, 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
 Approaching me, yo out of respect, chops to 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, jetting like a runaway slave
 You're getting stripped from your garments boy, run your jewels
 All 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 your navel
 Suspenseful force being 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
 A-a-a-ah-ah are you a warrior killer slicing shit like a samurai?
 The Ol' Dirty Bastard from the bar
 Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists
 Coming at your ass like a sorceress, shooting that piss
 Niggas be getting on my fucking nerves
 Rhymes they be kicking make me wanna kick their fucking ass 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
 M-M-My clan is thick like plaster, bust ya, slash ya
 Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master killer
 Style jumped off in Killa Hilla
 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
 Pow! Now it's all over
 Niggas seeing pink hearts, yellow moons, orange stars and green clovers