[Intro: RZA]
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Up from the 36 Chambers...
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Heheh.. it's the Ghost..*Face*..*Killahh* Hehheheh
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Wu-Tang
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Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
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Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
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Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
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Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
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The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, U-God
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Ghost Face Killer, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Master Killer
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Raw Desire, LeVon, Power Cipher
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Twelve O'Clock, Sixty Second Assassin, the 4th Disciple
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The Brand White
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K.D. the Down Low Wrecka, Shyheim AKA The Rugged Child
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Doo-Doo Wales, Mista Hezakiah -- better known as the Yin and the Yang
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The Tru Masta, Asan, DJ Skane, The Tru Robocop comin thru
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Scientific Shabazz, my motherfuckin man Wise the Civilized
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The Shaolin Soldiers, Daddy-O and Popa Ron
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Comin down from the motherfuckin South end of things
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Killa beez all over your fuckin planet
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Thirty-six chambers of death
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Three-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles
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Choppin off your motherfuckin dome......peace, and every fuckin borough
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Crooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, Staten Island
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The motherfuckin Bronx, killa beez....
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(The sword? C'mon, give him the sword)
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[Chorus: The Genius]
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Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
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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, c'mon and attract to...
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[Verse One:]
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The Wu is comin thru, the outcome is critical
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Fuckin wit my style, is sort of like a Miracle
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on 34th Street, in the Square of Herald
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I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a Fitz like Gerald --
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-- ine Ferraro, who's full of sorrow
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Cuz the hoe didn't win but the sun will still come out tomorrow
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and shine shine shine like gold mine
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Here comes the drunk monk, with a quart of Ballentine
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Pass the bone, kid pass the bone
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Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones, the GZA
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One who just represent the Wu-Tang click
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With the game and soul, of an old school flick
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Like the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bids
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Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad kids
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so stop, the life you save may be your motherfuckin own
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I'll hang your ass with this microphone
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Make way for the merge of traffic
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Wu-Tang's comin thru with Full Metal Jackets
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God squad that's mad hard to serve
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Come frontin hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Two:]
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The response while I bomb that ass, "You ain't shit!"
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Your wack ass town had you gassed
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Egos is somethin the Wu-Tang crush
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Souped up niggaz on a stage get rushed
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I don't give a god damn, on the shows you did
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How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid?
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Cuz I don't know ya therefore show me what you know
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I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow
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You become so Pat as my style increases
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What's that in your pants ahhh human feces!
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Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper
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Next time come strapped with a fuckin Pamper
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How ya sound B? You're better off a quitter
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I'm on the mound G, and it's a no-hitter
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And my DJ the catcher, he's my man
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Anyway he's the one who devised the plan
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He throws the signs I hook up the beats with clout
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I throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike em out
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So it really doesn't matter on how you intrigue
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You can't FUCK with those in the major leagues
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[Chorus -- 2X]
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Hoods on the right
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Punks in the back... to what
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Niggaz on the left
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Hoods on the right
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Punks in the back, c'mon... to what...let your feet stomp...brag shit to death...wild for the night
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(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
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(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
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(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
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Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
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Hoods on the right, wild for the night
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Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to
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Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
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Clan In Da Front
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Wu Tang Clan |