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WU-TANG CLAN lyrics : "Bring Da Ruckus"

[Intro:]

Shaolin shadowboxing, and the Wu-Tang sword style

If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang
could be dangerous
Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me?


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: Ghostface Killah]


Ghostface, catch the blast of a hype verse
My glock bursts, leave in a hearse, I did worse
I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk

Ya head rush, fly like Egyptian musk
Aw %#@!, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks an'
However, I master the trick just like Nixon

Causin terror, quick damage ya whole era
Hardrocks is locked the $#&@ up, or found shot
P.L.O. style, hazardous, cause I wreck this dangerous

I blow sparks like Waco, Texas

[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]


I watch my back like I'm locked down, hardcore
Hittin sound, watch me act bugged, and tear it down

A literate type $$#hole, songs goin gold, no doubt
and you watch a corny ^!$$% fold
Yeah, they fake and all that

Carryin gats but yo, my Clan
Rollin like forty Macs
Now ya act convinced, I guess it makes sense

Wu-Tang, yo sewwwwwwwww, represent
I wait for one to act up
Now I got him backed up

Gun to his neck now, react what?
And that's one in the chamber
Wu-Tang banger, 36 styles of danger


[Chorus]


[Verse Three: Inspectah Deck]

I rip it hardcore, like !@$^o-flick (*##$es

I roll with groups of ghetto !@$(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...

[Chorus]


[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...


[Chorus]

So bring it on...[X7]

punk ^!$$%!

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