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WU-TANG CLAN : Bring Da Ruckus (Demo Version) lyrics

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WU-TANG CLAN lyrics : "Bring Da Ruckus (Demo Version)"


[Rza] Bring da bring da mutha$#&@in' ruckus!

En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style

[Chorus: RZA]

Bring da mother$#&@in ruckus

Bring da mother$#&@in ruckus
Bring da mother, bring da mother$#&@in ruckus
Bring da mother$#&@in ruckus

[Verse One: Raekwon the Chef]

Somethin' new from my real live raps and so catch this,
While I kick a verse like chapters.
I'm all of that, proceed with the militant act

With the rugged Timberlands or with boots that's black!
But on the real, I'm cold like blue steel.
Out to catch a hit and make a mil...[CHILL!]

Maintain yourself black! You're strappin' all of that!
But you ain't got %#@! in this shack Jack!!!
That's my word! I'm used to beef and I can eat it mad raw,

And pick it out my gold teeth!
But yo! Back to the subject, Wu's tryin' ta get wrecked yo
Pass the weed thru your %#@! god mic check! Need a little meth yo

true!!! Back to me flippin' you and your so called zoo!
You got nothin' on a ^!$$% from Staten,
A drunk monk, smokin' mad skunk and stackin'!

I didn't need rap %#@! to get me on, I was a crimey,
Drivin' a Benz hearin' my man's song.
And when %#@! gone broke out, everybody got smoked out,

And cops drove the wrong route!
Don't act evil and possess to hurt me, 40 gunz be flowin' in ya face,
Who want's some!!!


[Verse Three: Inspectah Deck]

I rip it hardcore, like [email protected]$^o-flick (*##$es

I roll with groups of ghetto [email protected]$(s with biscuits
Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin
Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin

Bust this, I'm kickin like Segall, Out for Justice
The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus
Redrum, I verbally $$#ault with the tongue

Murder one, my style shot ya knot like a stun-gun
I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness
Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown

By this nasty $$# ^!$$% with my ^!$$%, the RZA
Charged like a bull and got pull like a trigga
So bad, stabbin up the pad with the vocab, crab

I scream on ya $$# like your dad, bring it on...


[Verse Four: The Genius/GZA]

Yo, I'm more rugged than slaveman boots
New recruits, I'm $#&@in' up MC troops
I break loops, and trample %#@!, while I stomp!

A mudhole in that $$#, cause I'm straight out the swamp
Creepin up on site, now it's Fright Night
My Wu-Tang slang is mad $#&@in' dangerous

And more deadly than the stroke of an axe
Choppin through ya back *swish*
Givin bystanders heart-attacks

^!$$%s try to flip, tell me who is him
I blow up his $#&@in prism
Make it a vicious act of terrorism

You wanna bring it, so $#&@ it
Come on and bring the ruckus
And I provoke ^!$$%z to kick buckets

I'm wettin CREAM, I ain't wettin fame
Who sellin gain, I'm givin out a deadly game
It's not the Russian it's the Wu-Tang crushin
Roulette, slip up and get $#&@ed like Suzette
Bring da $#&@in ruckus...


So bring it on...[x7]

punk ^!$$%!

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