Divine - Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber

Song Rating: 8.29/10

Song lyrics:

Yo Meth, hold up, hold up
Yo Meth, where my k**er tape at, God?
First of all, where my... where the f** is my tape at?

Method Man:
Yo son, I aint got that piece, son

How you aint got my sh** when I let you hold it, man?

Method Man:
Yo, n***as came over to have 40s and blunts, kid
The sh** just came up missing, son

Come on, man, that dont got nothing to do with my sh**, man
Come on, man, go head with that sh**, man

Method Man:
Come on, man, Ill buy you four more f**ing k**er tapes, man

*banging on the door* Aiyo! Aiyo!

Open the door man, what the f**, man?
Yo, what? Whats up?

Ghostface k**ah:
Yo, yo God, word is bond, yo
Shameek just got bust in his head two times, God!

Word to mother!

Ghostface k**ah:
Word life, God. You know Shameek from f**ing 212, God?
The n***a just got bucked
n***as in a black Land, God, word is bond
Came through, God, from out of nowhere, God
Word is bond Im coming to get my Culture Cipher, God
And they just... word is bond, crazy shots just went the f** off, God

n***as let off crazy shots, kid

The n***a laying there like a f**ing newborn f**ing baby, God

Word up!

Is he dead?

Is he f**ing dead? What the f** you mean is he f**ing dead, God?

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

Easy, easy

The n***a laying there with his f**ing...
All types of f**ing blood coming out of his f**ing...

(sarcastically) Is he is he is he dead?

Yo God, whats up God? Its the God, God, word is bond
Yo whats up Im ready to f**ing lay...
Im ready to get busy, God, whats up?

Yo lets go do what we got...

Whats up, yo?

Yo lets go do what we gotta do, man, f** it

Yo, we out or what, man?

Its the God, God, f** that, man

You saying we out?

They probably took the tape

What the f**?

n***a still sweating the tape, man


What the f** is you talking about? Get the f** outta here

f**ing corn

[Intro: Wu-Tang Clan]
Good Morning Vietnam!
Yeah, good morning to all you motherf**ing knotty-headed n***as
Yo to the camouflage large n***as
b**h, where the f** is my bottle?
Bring that f**ing meth in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna drink some good Night train

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit then lock sh** 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
k**a Beez attack, flipping what, murder one
Fat tracks aight, I kick it like a Nike Flight
Word life, I get that a** robbed on spite
Check the method from Bedrock cause I rock your head to bed
Just like rocking what? Twin Glocks
Shake the ground while my beats just break you down
Raw sound, going to war right now
So, yo, bombing, We Usually Take All n***as Garments
Save your breath before I vomit

[Verse 2: Method Man]
I be that insane n***a from the psycho ward
Im on the trigger plus I got the Wu-Tang sword
So how you figure that you can even f** with mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that sh** one time
And pull a foul, n***as save the beef for the cow
Im milking this ho, this is my show, Tical
The f** you wanna do for this mic piece, duke?
Im like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
PLO Style, buddha monks with the owls
Now whos the f**ing man? Meth-Tical

[Break: Method Man]
On the chessbox
Wu-Tang style

[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck]
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
Its the mic wrecker, Inspectah, bad man
From the bad lands of the k**er
Rap fanatic representing with the sk** thats iller
Dare to compare, get pierced just like your ear
The Shooby Doo-Wop pop strictly hardware
Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison
Charged by the system for murdering the rhythm
Now lo and behold another deadly episode
Bound to catch another f**ing charge when I explode

[Verse 4: Ghostface k**ah]
Slamming a hype-a** verse till your head burst
I ramshack dead in the track and thats that
Rap a**a**in, fast and quick to blast and hardrock
I ran up in spots like Fort Knox
Im hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logic
Flashbacks how I attacked your whole project
Im raw, Im rugged and raw, I repeat
If I die, my seedll be ill like me
Approaching me, yo out of respect, chops to neck
I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-a** Lex
So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the cage
Peace, Im out, jetting like a runaway slave

[Verse 5: RZA]
Youre getting stripped from your garments boy, run your j**els
All the meth got me open like fallopian tubes
I bring d**h to a snake when he least expect
Aint 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 your navel
Suspenseful force being brought through my utensil
The pencil, I bring strong winds up against you
Havoc, then run up through your county like the Maverick
Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics

[Verse 6: Ol Dirty Bastard]
A-a-a-ah-ah are you a warrior k**er slicing sh** like a samurai?
The Ol Dirty Bastard from the bar
Ol Dirty clan of terrorists
Coming at your a** like a sorceress, shooting that piss
n***as be getting on my f**ing nerves
Rhymes they be kicking make me wanna kick their f**ing a** to the curb
Boy got funky fresh like the Old Specialist
A carrier, messenger, bury ya
This experience is for the whole experience
Let it be applied, Unique drop that science

[Verse 7: GZA]
M-M-My clan is thick like plaster, bust ya, slash ya
Slit a n***a back like a Dutch Master k**er
Style jumped off in k**a Hilla
I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manila
I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a cinder block
Pow! Now its all over
n***as seeing pink hearts, yellow moons, orange stars and green clovers

Date of text publication: 16.01.2021 at 23:05