7th Chamber (Demo Version)

Lyrics

[Intro: Wu-Tang Clan] Good Morning Vietnam! Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin' knotty-headed niggas Word to the camouflage large niggas Bitch, where the fuck is my bottle? Bring that fuckin' meth in here! Yo, yo, yo Now we gonna drink some good night drank, get you goin' Yo, yo, yo, yo! [Verse 1: Raekwon] Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked Then attack ya like a pit, then lock shit down As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore But givin' 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 your head to bed just like rockin' what? Twin Glocks! Shake the ground while my beats just break ya down Raw sound, goin' to war right now So, yo, bombin', We-Usually Take-All-Niggas-Garments Save your breath before I bomb it! [Verse 2: Method Man] 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? A-yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time! And pull a foul, niggas, save the beef for the cow I'm milkin' 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 owl Now, who's the fuckin' man? Meth-Tical [Break: Method Man / Ghostface Killah (Inspectah Deck)] On the chessbox (Yo, yo) [Verse Three: Ghostface Killah, (Inspectah Deck)] Yes, Yes y'all, I got stacks, wall to wall (Ladies and gentleman I hit you with that new shit) Like ???, nigga make a move like a baby crawl (The rebel, watch me get mental with the music) Anxious, Wu-Tang believes in extortion, bossin' Living out my name'll be costin' Individuals get played inside a circle Ghostface be playin' that shit that jigga-jerk you Enjoy, now I'm here to scare your thoughts, black Don't move, the god got a nickel-plated MAC On the real, I checked mad niggas back to back, and Shit is getting real out here, so start packin' While I be housin' the track and terrorisin' Bob and weave on snakes, the face of prizin' What? What? You know my style just like your father Ghost be filled with drama, plus more horror Mic check, 1, 2, rugged to the tooth You get shot, now who else wants to get nuked? I thought so, it's like that high, around the clock And whatnot, knockin' niggas off as I call shots Lock your doors, all doors, Ghost is crazy Last seen blowin' shit up, got bagged in Haiti [Verse Four: GZA] My clan is thick like plaster, bust ya, slash ya Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master Killer Style jumped off in Killah Hilla I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manila I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock Like gettin' smashed by a cinder block Paow! Now it's all over Niggas seein' pink hearts, yellow moons, orange stars and green clovers