Wu-Tang Clan \"Da Mystery of Chessboxin\'\" Enter the 36 Chambers 1994\n\n [Lyrics]\n\n[Wu-Tang movie dialogue]\nThe game of chess, is like a swordfight\nYou must think first, before you move\nToad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon\nWhen it\'s properly used, it\'s almost invincible\n\n[Verse One: U-God]\n\nRaw I\'ma give it to ya, with no trivia\nRaw like cocaine straight from Bolivia\nMy hip-hop will rock and shock the nation\nlike the Emancipation Proclamation\nWeak MC\'s approach with slang that\'s dead\nyou might as well run into the wall and bang your head\nI\'m pushin\' force, my force your doubtin\'\nI\'m makin\' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains\n\n[Verse Two: Inspectah Deck]\n\nWell I\'m a sire, I set the microphone on fire\nRap styles vary, and carry like Mariah\nI come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I\'m from\nis comin through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns\nso if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contestin\nyou\'ll catch a sharp sword to the midsection\nDon\'t talk the talk, if you can\'t walk the walk\nPhony niggaz are outlined in chalk\nA man vexed, is what the projects made me\nRebel to the grain there\'s no way to barricade me\nSteamrollin niggaz like a eighteen wheeler\nwith the drunk driver drivin, there\'s no survivin\n\n[Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef]\n\nRuff like Timberland wear, yeah\nMe and the Clan, and yo the Landcruisers out there\nPeace to all the crooks, all the niggaz with bad looks\nBald heads, braids, blow this hook\nWe got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs\nBlack axe, drug dealin styles in phat stacks\nI only been a good nigga for a minute though\ncuz I got to get my props, and win it yo\nI got beef wit commercial-ass niggaz with gold teeth\nlampin in a Lexus eatin beef\nStraight up and down don\'t even bother\nI got fourty niggaz up in here now, who kill niggaz fathers\n\n[Chorus: Method Man]\n\nMy peoples are you with me where you at?\nIn the front, in the back killa-bees on attack\nmy peoples are you with me where you at?\nSmokin meth hittin caps on the block with the gats\n\n[Verse Four: Ol\' Dirty Bastard]\n\nHere I go, deep type flow\nJacque Cousteau could never get this low..I\'m\ncherry bombin shits... BOOM\nJust warmin up a little bit, vroom vroom\nRappinin is what\'s happenin\nKeep the pockets stacked and then, hands clappin and\nAt the party when I move my body\nGotta get up, and be-eeeee somebody!\nGrab the microphone put strength to the bone\nDUH-DUH-DUH...enter the Wu-Tang zone\nSure enough when I rock that stuff\nGuff puff?? I\'m gonna catch your bluff tuff\nrough, kickin rhymes like Jim Kelly\nor Alex Haley im a Mi-..Beetle Bailey rhymes\ncomin raw style, hardcore\nNiggaz be comin to the hip-hop store\nComin to buy gro-cery from me\nTryin to be a hip-hop MC\nThe law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang\nYou must bring the Ol\' Dirty Bastard type slang\nRepresent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck\nDirty Hoe gettin low wit his flow\nIntroducin, the Ghost..face.. Killah!!\nNo one could get illa\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse Five: Ghostface Killah]\n\nSpeakin of the devil psych, no it\'s the God, get the shit right\nMega trife, and yo I killed you in a past life\nOn the mic while you was kickin that fast shit\nYou reneged tried again, and got blasted\nHalf mastered ass style mad ruff task\nWhen I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask\nRemember that shit? I know you don\'t remember jack\nThat night yo I wuz hittin like a spiked bat\nand then you thought I was bugged out, and crazy\nstrapped for nonsense, after me became lazy\nYo, nobody budge while I shot slugs\nNever shot thugs, I\'m runnin with thugs that flood mugs\nSo grab your eight plus one, start flippin and trippin\nNiggaz is jettin I\'m lickin off son\n\n(Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!!)\n\n[Verse Six: Masta Killa]\n\nHomicide\'s illegal and death is the penalty\nWhat justifies the homicide, when he dies?\nIn his own iniquity it\'s the\nMaster of the Mantis Rapture comin at cha\nWe have an APB on an MC Killer\nLooks like the work of a Master\nEvidence indicates that\'s it\'s stature\nMerciless like a terrorist hard to capture\nThe flow, changes like a chameleon\nPlays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger\nThis technique attacks the immune system\nDisguised like a lie paralyzin the victim\nYou scream, as it enters your bloodstream\nErupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain\nNovin on a nigga with the speed of a centipede\nand injure - ANY MOTHERFUCKIN CONTENDER\n\n[Chorus]
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