Favorite Wu-Tang Lyric

[Shane Peterson]

I slam tracks like quarterback sacks from L.T.

[biozombie]

Ice cold bitches melt down within my clutch
they want their titties sucked, ice cream.

[Gvac]

I'm a Caucasian.

[BlackSpider]

I'm a Caucasian.

Quit bragging...

[Shane Peterson]

I'm a Caucasian.

So am I; the difference is that I grew up in the late 90's/00's.

[Gvac]

So am I

Liar.

[paracetamol flanders]

Everybody Wu-Tang tonight.

[MacVittie]

Cruising on the interstate, just follow while I innovate
Too many try and imitate, medallion like a dinner plate
Front and get ya dinner ate, chinchilla for the winter, wait
I'm trying to bring the "Sexy Back" like Timbaland and Timberlake

[IamFogHat]

This is a weird pick cause it's from a solo album from a non official Wu-Tang member, Cappadonna, but you know how this group is so fuck it, from Ghost Face's Ironman album, Winter Warz always had a soft spot in my heart

You heard of the rasp before but kept waitin
for the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong
Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong
Extravangza, time sits still
No propoganda, be wary of the skill
As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum
Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome
Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat
CD massacre, murder to cassette
I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nuttin yet
One man ran, tryin to get away from it
Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh
into your chamber like Freddy enter dream
Discombumberate your technique and your scheme
Four course applause, like a black dat to dat
You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map
Nowhere to go except next show bro
Entertainin motherfuckers can't stop O
in battlin, you don't want me to start tattlin
All upon the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattlin
Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich
Every other day my whole dress code switch
So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry
All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry
Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen
Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out
I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill
See my face on the twenty dollar bill
Cash it in, and get ten dollars back
The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax
Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve
Put all the other LP's back on the shelf
And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7
1-6-0-4-9-3-11
And you could get long dick hip-hop affection
I damage any MC who step in my direction
I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard
Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd
My repotoire, is U.S.S.R.
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
and ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy
like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design
I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind
Cuz you weak in the knees, like SWV
Tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee
Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott
Me and RZA ridin name printed in the tablet
under vets, we paid our debts for mad years
Hibernate the sound, and now we out like beers
and blunt power, born physically power speakin
The truth in the song be the pro-black teachin

[Reynolds]

I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow/ You become so Pat as my style increases/ What's that in your pants ahhh human feces!/ Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper/ Next time come strapped with a fuckin Pamper

[MadMatt]

"Hey, you sleepin' Ol' Dirty?
Shit, you ain't sleepin'.
You dead!"


I love that song. :thumbup:

[Enabler]

First Im gonna getcha, one I gotcha, I gat-cha

[EddieMoscone]

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block

[TheMojoPin]

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block

Quite possibly the greatest opening hip-hop verse ever. That thing is fucking EPIC. Deck never really matched that potential, but for that moment nobody was better.

I'm picking Ghost from "The Jump Off":

Wallo's comfortable, chocolate frosting
Your socks hangin out, yours is talkin'
Rock so steadily, son, I'm still crazy
Sport my old Force MD furs in the 80's

Or Meth from ODB's "Dirty Dancin':

Crazy, lurkin' in the shadows, I'm shady, sheisty
Get your weight up, don't take me lightly
Blasted, dirty to the grain I be stained with the madness
It's the Meth-Tical with the Bastard

[Earlshog]

I be tossin', enforcin', my style is awesome
I'm causin more family feuds than Richard Dawson
And the survey said, you're dead
Fatal flying guillotine chops off your fuckin head

[TheMojoPin]

Meth from "Shame on a Nigga:"

Yo RZA, yo razor!
Hit me with the major
The damage, my Clan understand it be flavor
Gunnin', hummin', comin' atcha
First I'm gonna getcha, once I gotcha, I gat-cha
You could never capture the Method Man's stature
For rhyme and for rapture, got niggaz resigning, now master
my style? Never! I put the fucking buck in the wild kid, I'm terror
Razor sharp, I sever
the head from the shoulders, I'm better
than my compeda, you mean competitor, whateva!
Let's get together

[weekapaugjz]

I'll fuckin
I'll fuckin
sew your asshole closed, and keep feedin you
and feedin you, and feedin you, and feedin you

[Servo]

Two from RZA - first is from his verse on "4th Chamber":

"Ay yo - camaflouge chameleon
Ninjas scalin' ya building
No time to grab the gun they already got ya wife and children
A hit was sent from the president to raid your residence
Because you had secret evidence and documents..."

From "Deadly Melody":

"Cock back my tongue like a hammer
My head is like a nickel-plated bammer
Spit 45-caliber grammar
At the speed of wind, makes you bleed within
Crack yo skull without pentratin' yo skin"

[instrument]

dododoododododododododododododododod (bobbydigital)

[JPMNICK]

I like method man in Biggie's The What

Here I am I'll be damn if I aint the shit. I come to spread butter lyrics over harmony grits

[TooLowBrow]

I like method man in Biggie's The What

Here I am I'll be damn if I aint the shit. I come to spread butter lyrics over harmony grits

hominy grits

[MacVittie]

From the song "Method Man'

I got, fat bags of skunk
I got, White Owl blunts
And I'm about to go get lifted
Yes I'm about to go get lifted

I got, myself a forty
I got, myself a shorty
And I'm about to go and stick it
Yes I'm about to go and stick it

[JPMNICK]

hominy grits

right i know what they are called at a diner in the south, but in the song he is spreading his lyricals over beats, a.k.a harmony

unless i am totally wrong on this and I have been singing the wrong words since I was in 8th grade, which is totally possible

[TooLowBrow]

right i know what they are called at a diner in the south, but in the song he is spreading his lyricals over beats, a.k.a harmony

unless i am totally wrong on this and I have been singing the wrong words since I was in 8th grade, which is totally possible
im wrong.

i suck
sorry

[RAAMONE]

c.r.e.a.m.

speaking of wu tang...check out gravediggaz with rza...they are kinda fucked up but still good

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4o0kia2dA9Y

[EddieMoscone]

Quite possibly the greatest opening hip-hop verse ever. That thing is fucking EPIC. Deck never really matched that potential, but for that moment nobody was better.

My friend swore for years that Deck was the best rapper in Wu-Tang just based on that verse alone. Had him in his all time top 5. I think I finally got through to him to show him the error of his ways, but I can see how the verse would have him thinking crazy.

As many people as there are who are into Wu-Tang, I think the majority of them are still underrated as individual MCs.

[topless_mike]

"Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tek-9
Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now"

~C.R.E.A.M.


Although, i think they're best song is still "Protect ya Neck"

[TheMojoPin]

My friend swore for years that Deck was the best rapper in Wu-Tang just based on that verse alone. Had him in his all time top 5. I think I finally got through to him to show him the error of his ways, but I can see how the verse would have him thinking crazy.

Yeah, if the only thing someone heard from him was that verse you could go nuts and even think he was one of the best of all time.

As many people as there are who are into Wu-Tang, I think the majority of them are still underrated as individual MCs.

Very true. Most hip-hop groups are strong together and then end up being very unremarkable MC's on ther own. That's not the case with Wu-Tang at all. Most of the guys who have been in it are strong solo with distinct styles.

[ANC]

Two from RZA - first is from his verse on "4th Chamber":

"Ay yo - camaflouge chameleon
Ninjas scalin' ya building
No time to grab the gun they already got ya wife and children
A hit was sent from the president to raid your residence
Because you had secret evidence and documents..."




You mudderfuck! That's mine!!! :thumbup:

Also a fan of GZA Liquid Swords:

"I'm on a Mission, that niggaz say is Impossible
But when I swing my swords they all choppable
I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper
Child educator, plus head amputator
Cause niggaz styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers
Lyrics are weak, like clock radio speakers"

[topless_mike]

Also a fan of GZA Liquid Swords:


Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earf.

[ANC]

Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earf.

:thumbup:

That album is perfect from start to finish.

[TheMojoPin]

:thumbup:

That album is perfect from start to finish.

So true.

Love all the Shogun Assassin drops.

"They said his brain was infected by devils..."

[MacVittie]

So true.

Love all the Shogun Assassin drops.

"They said his brain was infected by devils..."

Those drops still scare the shit out of me. They're so creepy.

"They were supposed to kill my father, but they didn't."

[ANC]

So true.

Love all the Shogun Assassin drops.

"They said his brain was infected by devils..."

Those drops still scare the shit out of me. They're so creepy.

"They were supposed to kill my father, but they didn't."

"Choose the sword and you will join me. Choose the ball and you will join your mother... in death. You don't understand my words, but you must choose. So come boy; choose life or death"

that one was from Lone Wolf and Cub: Sword of Vengeance

[TheMojoPin]

Those drops still scare the shit out of me. They're so creepy.

"They were supposed to kill my father, but they didn't."

Yeah, that damn kid is spooky.

[Gmann]

The Gza..... Clan In The Front :

Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Now hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to...
Verse One:
The Wu is comin thru, the outcome is critical
Fuckin wit my style, is sort of like a Miracle
on 34th Street, in the Square of Herald
I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a Fitz like Gerald --
-- ine Ferraro, who's full of sorrow
Cuz the hoe didn't win but the sun will still come out tomorrow
and shine shine shine like gold mine
Here comes the drunk monk, with a quart of Ballentine
Pass the bone, kid pass the bone
Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones, the GZA
One who just represent the Wu-Tang click
With the game and soul, of an old school flick
Like the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bids
Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad kids
so stop, the life you save may be your motherfuckin own
I'll hang your ass with this microphone
Make way for the merge of traffic
Wu-Tang's comin thru with Full Metal Jackets
God squad that's mad hard to serve
Come frontin hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves
Chorus
Verse Two:
The response while I bomb that ass, You ain't shit!
Your wack ass town had you gassed
Egos is somethin the Wu-Tang crush
Souped up niggaz on a stage get rushed
I don't give a god damn, on the shows you did
How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid?
Cuz I don't know ya therefore show me what you know
I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow
You become so Pat as my style increases
What's that in your pants ahhh human feces!
Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper
Next time come strapped with a fuckin Pamper
How ya sound B? You're better off a quitter
I'm on the mound G, and it's a no-hitter
And my DJ the catcher, he's my man
Anyway he's the one who devised the plan
He throws the signs I hook up the beats with clout
I throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike em out
So it really doesn't matter on how you intrigue
You can't FUCK with those in the major leagues
Chorus -- 2X
Hoods on the right
Punks in the back... to what
Niggaz on the left
Hoods on the right
Punks in the back, c'mon... to what
...let your feet stomp
...brag shit to death
...wild for the night
(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to
Clan in da front, let your feet stomp

[MacVittie]

Ghostface Killah - "The Champ"

Godzilla bankroll
Stones from Stilion
Yo I ain't got it all, that means I barely home
Trailblazer stay ballin
Revenge is my arts is crafty darts
While y'all stuck on Laffy Taffy
Wonderin' how y'all niggaz get past me
I been doin this before Nas dropped the Nasty
My wallos I did 'em up
Them bricks I send 'em up
My raps y'all bit 'em up
For that now stick 'em up
Ten Four good buddy Tone got is money up
Worth millions still back your bitch lookin bummy what
Ya'll staring at the angel of death
Liar liar pants on fire You burning up like David Koresh

[DolaMight]

rappin in my underpants
rappin in my underpants
true romance is on cinemax
my basement is 59 degrees relaxed
eatin a slice of pizza no lax
chilllin in my basement in my underpants
folks upstairs all up in my bidness
I be representin ill villians chillax mode
straight up gangsta underpants shit
up next: the da vinci code
no two ways about it
rappin in my underpants
straight up basement rappin in my underpants

[PigShitIrish]

Ghostface:
RZA hit me off lovely and I love him, with root beer thoughts, here's a tennis court for your birthday, the babyface of rap politic with Sade.




I wish I had root beer thoughts!

[Patient zer0]

Suck my dick up till ya hickup mothafuckaaaaaa!

[denko]

you're the type of bitch that don't appreciate shit
never has shit so you won't be shit
that pussy there, it couldn't satisfy a hair on my body
treat me like a lolly and slob me down... DOO DOO BROWN!
tossed salad, oh you in some shit now
calling me a dog? well leave a dog alone
cause nothing can stop me from burying my bones
in the back yard of somoeonelse's house
old dirt dog but i'm not dogged out
here comes rover sniffin at your ass
pardon me bitch as i shit on your grass
that means ho, you been shitted on
i'm not the first dog that shitted on your lawn


dirt megirt FTW

[DiabloSammich]

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block




This song made my top ten as soon as Ol' Dirty screamed that he was gonna rub my ass to the moonshine.

[MC Pee Pants]

Niggas wanna pop shit, I pop clips
Bitch, I'll put my dick on ya lips