Wu Tang 7th Chamber Video (MV)

Intro:]

*sounds of fighting*

[M]- Method Man

[R]- Raekwon

[G]- Ghostface Killah

[U]- U-God


[M] Yo what I'm sayin, come on man?

[R] Yo Meth, hold up, hold up

Yo Meth, where my Killah tape at ya?

First of all, where my--

Where the f*ck is my tape at?

[M] Yo son I ain't got that peace son

[R] How you ain't go my shit,

When I let you hold it man

[M] Yo niggas came over to have 40 and blunts kid

The shit just came on motion man

[R] Come on man, that don't got nothin to do with my shit man

Come on, go head with that shit

[M] Come on man, I'll buy you 4 more f*ckin Killah tapes man

*knock knock*

[R] Open the door man, what the f*ck, man, yo what

What's up

[G] Yo yo, God, word is bond, yo, Shymeek just go bust in his head

Two times God [word to mother]

Real life God, you know Shymeek from f*ckin 212 [yeah yeah yea]

The nigga just got bust, niggas in the Black Land, god

Word is bond, came thru God from out of nowhere, God

Word is bond, I'm comin to get my coat to Cypher, god

And it just--, word is bond, crazy shots just went the f*ck off

The nigga layin there like a f*ckin new born f*ckin baby God

[M] Is he dead? [word up]

[G] Is he f*ckin dead, what the f*ck you mean is he f*ckin dead god

What kind of question is that B, what the f*ck you think?

The nigga layin there with this f*ckin all types of f*ckin blood

Comin out of his--

[U] Easy, easy, easy, easy, kid

[G] Yo God, whats up God, it's the God, god, word is bond

I'm waitin to f*ckin late, i'm ready to get busy

[R] Let's go do- let's go do what we gotta do right f*ck it

[U] What's up yo, yo we out or what?

[G] It's the god ya, f*ck that

We out, got a problem man

What the f*ck

[U] Nigga still sweatin

[G] What the f*ck is you talkin about man, get the f*ck outta here

[R] Corn


[Intro: Raekwon (Method Man)]

(Take that motherf*cker)

{WHAT? WHAT?

GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!!}

{Yeah, good morning to all you motherf*ckin notty-headed niggaz}

Word to the Camouflauge Large niggaz

(Niggaz f*ckin my body)

Bring that f*ckin meth in here

(Yo yo yo yo

Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain

and yo, set it off)


[Raekwon]

Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked

Then attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN (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

Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks

Aight? I kick it like a Night Flight!

Word life, I get that ass while I'm fulla 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, we going to war right now

So, yo, bombin

We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments

Save ya breath before I bomb it


[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 f*ck with mine?

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

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

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

The F*CK you wanna do? For this micpiece du'

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

PLO style, buddha monks with the owls

So who's the f*ckin man? Meth-Tical

On the chessbox


[Kung Fu sample]

*sounds of fighting*

"Wu-Tang style"


[Inspectah Deck]

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, 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 an ear

The Scooby Doo, I pop strictly hardware

Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison

Charged by the system - for murderin the rhythm!

Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode

Bound to catch another f*ckin charge when I explode


[Ghostface Killah]

Slammin a hype-ass verse til 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


[RZA]

Yo

Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels

While the meth got me open like falopian 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

Abbott, that run up through your county like the Maverick

Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics


[Kung Fu sample]

*sounds of fighting*

"Wu-Tang style"


[Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Are you, uh, ah, uh

Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit like a samurah

The Ol' Dirty Bastard VUNDABAH

Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists

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

Niggaz be gettin on my f*ckin nerves

Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they f*ckin 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


[Kung Fu sample]

*sounds of fighting*

"Wu-Tang style"


[GZA]

My my my

My Clan is thick like plaster

Bust ya, slash ya

Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Masta Killa

Style jumped off and Killa, Hill-er

I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manilla

I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock

Like getting smashed by a cinder block

Blaow! Now it's all over

Niggaz seein pink hearts, yellow moons

Orange stars and green clovers