Wu-tang Clan

Wu-tang Clan - Ruckus In B Minor

rate me

(Intro)

This the ODB kid, once again comin' thru yo area

& I'm goin' to tell ya one time, ya gon' luv this

(Verse)

I had to get the $ , said it wasn't a choice

Die Hard's on the bars, 80's luvin' the voice

Morphine flow, numbin' yo joints

Brought my nigga in it like he number eighty one from Detroit

Zombie life, World War Z

Antidote to yo virus, yo highness, the world on me

Capital G, cool as the dude from Dos Equis?

So deadly, I don't make it rain, I snow heavy

Sick made, Nick Cage how I ride wit fire

Foreva wit bars, sort of like a lifer

Wit the Son of Anarchy, I'll be Breakin' Bad

Walkin' Dead, day dreamin' of makin' a band

Dancin' With the Stars, American Idol

Meets the Mentalist wit the Big Bang Theory

(Hook)

Still no. 1, still no. 1, still nno. 1

Still no. 1, still no. 1, 1 1 1

(Verse 2)

The most duplicated, anticipated, validated

Urban legends in the books wit the ones who made it

Highly celebrated, errythin' was work related

Current top forty got the Wu thinking they up in it

20 years Killa Bees yea we hold the pennant

Monumental stance on the cova wit my codefendants

Drop her sentence, in remembrance

Construct these jewels so they can live thru my descendants

(Bridge)

Young'n, I can see yo draws, pull yo pants up

Can't even call yoself a man until ya man up

And if ya call yoself a fan, ya need to stand up

This ain't a party, it's a jest, keep ya hands up

And I don't care who in the city when the summer come

Yes I'm a don who foreva and foreva still no. 1

(Hook)

Still no. 1, still no. 1, still nno. 1

Still no. 1, still no. 1, 1 1 1

(Verse 4)

Picture a young'n on the strip getting rich off the drug shit

Puttin' all the niggas on, teaching 'em thug shit

Then they want stick 'em up, then they want slugs quick

Hood tight, niggas always livin' that crime life

Jerry's ass grimmus and emcee-in' the lime light

Slimy old nigga like fuckin' yo man's wife

Foolish shit use the word brother, he man dike

(Verse 5)

Yo! I spit my way all across New York

Get it out in all types of ice as a sport

1 chain, 2 chain, 3 chain, 4

Niggas mouths drop like the leaves in the fall

Told bout that WBC, I take off dubbin' anthem moves

Land in the Fiji's, that's my bird and that's my word!

Ya faggots keep fuckin' around and get curbed

(Verse 6)

Forms circles like the rings of Saturn

Dust rocks and ice in a particular pattern

Then this fascinatin' picture has emerged from surface

A wonder of the young world wit an urge and purpose

A wild fire engulfin' erry home

It's history, chiseled and carved in erry stone

A workshop where skills are learned

Handcrafted and drafted, written works are main concern

Urban center provided wit a social structure

And a curious culture full of supaconductors

Each stain is part of a scene wit

Intricate geometric raps on a larger screen

Snuff poundin', marvelous in its surroundin'

Viewpoints that make the same, it's all astoundin'

A place where the fo'gotten art is so powerful

A strikin' image of sumethin' that's so valuable

(Outro)

GZA, this is called Ruckus In B Minor

Rae, all those bad times that's behind us

Ghost, put that mask on to remind us

Method Man let 'em know who's New York's finest

(Bridge)

Young'n, I can see yo draws, pull yo pants up

Can't even call yoself a man until ya man up

And if ya call yoself a fan, ya need to stand up

This ain't a party, it's a jest, keep ya hands up

And I don't care who in the city when the summer come

Yes I'm a don who foreva and foreva still no. 1

(Hook)

Still no. 1, still no. 1, still nno. 1

Still no. 1, still no. 1, 1 1 1

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