Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber chords by Wu-Tang Clan
Verse 1
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Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
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Now hoods on the right,
wild for the night
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Punks in the back,
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c' mon and at tract to what
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Clan in da front,
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let your feet stomp
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Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back,
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c'mon and attract to what
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This goes back to nineteen
Verse 2
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Ahem, check it,
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GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!
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Yeah, good morning to all you
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motherfuckin notty- headed niggaz
Word to the camoflouge large niggaz
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Bitch niggaz fuckin my body
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Bring that fuckin meth in here
Yo yo yo yo
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Now we gonna drink some good
Verse 3
Nightrain
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Champion gear that I rock,
you get your boots knocked
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Then attack you like a pit
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that lock shit DOWN
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As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore
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but giving you more and more, like ding!
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Nah shorty, get you open like six packs
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Killer Bees attack, flippin what,
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murder one, phat tracks
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A'ight? I kick it like a Night Flite!
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Word life, I get that ass
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while I'm fulla spite!
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Check the method from Bedrock,
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cause I rock ya head to bed
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Just like rockin what? Twin glocks!
Shake the ground while my
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beats just break you down
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Raw sound, we going to war right now
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So, yo, bombin
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We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments
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Save ya breath before I bomb it
Verse 4
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I be that insane nigga from
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the psycho ward
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I'm on the trigger,
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plus I got the Wu- Tang sword
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So how you figure that you
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can even fuck with mine?
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Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with
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that shit one time!
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And pull a foul,
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niggaz save the beef on the cow
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I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, tical
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The FUCK you wanna do? More
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than Spike Lee's Do
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I'm like a sniper,
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hyper off the ginseng root
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PLO style, buddha monks
with the owls
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So who's the fucking man? Meth- Tical
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On the chessbox
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Yo,
Verse 5
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yeah, yo
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I leave the mic in body bags,
my rap style has
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The force to leave you lost,
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like the tribe of Shabazz
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Murderous material, made by a madman
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It's the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
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From the bad lands of the killer,
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rap fanatic
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Representing with the skill that's iller
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Dare to compare,
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get pierced just like an ear
The zoo- we- do- wop- bop
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strictly hardware
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Armed and geared cause I just
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broke out the prison
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Charged by the system - for
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murdering the rhythm!
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Now, lo and behold,
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another deadly episode
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Bound to catch another fuckin
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charge when I explode
Verse 6
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Slammin a hy pe- ass
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verse til ya head burst
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I ramshack dead in the track
, and that's that
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Rap assassin, fastin,
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quick to blast and hardrock
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I ran up in spots like Fort Knox!
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I'm hot, top notch,
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Ghost thinks with logic
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Flashback's how I attacked
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your whole project
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I'm raw, I'm rugged and
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raw! I repeat, if I die
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My seed'll be ill like me
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Approachin me,
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you out of respect, chops ya neck
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I get vexed, like crashing up
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a phat- ass Lex'
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So clear the way, make way,
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yo! Open the cage
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Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway slave
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Yo Ya gettin
Verse 7
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stripped from ya garments,
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boy, run ya jewels
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While the meth got me open
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like falopian tubes
I bring death to a snake
when he least expect
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Ain't a damn thing changed,
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boy, Protect Ya Neck
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Ruler Zig Zag, Zig- Al lah jam is fatal
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Quick to stick my Wu- Tang sword
right through ya navel
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Suspenseful, plus bein bought
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through my utensil
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The pencil, I break strong
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winds up against your
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Abbot, that run up through your
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county like the Maverick
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Caps through the tablets,
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I gots to make the fabrics
Verse 8
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Are you, uh, ah, uh
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Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin
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shit like a samurah
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The Ol' Dirty Bastard
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VUNDABAH
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Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists
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Comin atcha ass like a sorceress,
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shootin' that PISS!
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Niggaz be gettin on my fuck
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in nerves
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Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna
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kick they fuckin ass to the curb
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I got funky fresh, like the old specialist
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A carrier, messenger, bury ya
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This experience is for the whole experience
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Let it be applied,
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and THEN DROP THAT SCIENCE
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Verse 9
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My my my
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My Clan is thick like plaster
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Bust ya, slash ya
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Slit a nigga back like a
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Dutch Master Killer
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Style jumped off and Killa, Hill- er
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I was the thriller in the Ali- Frazier Manilla
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I came down with phat tracks
that combine and interlock
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Like getting smashed by a
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cinder block
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Blaow! Now it's all over
Niggaz seeing pink hearts,
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yellow moons
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orange stars and green clovers
Outro 1
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Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber
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