tang clan – 16th chamber (odb special) lyrics – wu

[intro: method man]
16th chamber, temple number five

[method man]
somebody said it’s on, if it is then i’ll be set
to blow a n*gg* up, with my five fingers of death
i bring it to his whole d*mn fam, understand
if he frontin, on any man down with the clan
i be comin, for that headpiece you can’t cope
for my brother, i even kill a pope, word to mother
serial, killa, style from the isle of stat
my peoples are you with me where you at?
sh*t’s gettin deep in here, i mean like thick
n*gg*z lookin all in my face like they want d*ck
it’s about to hit the fan, hit the flo’
that’s all i can stands, and i can’t stands no mo’
what is it? n*gg*z think they bigga
because they got the finga on the trigga of a biscuit
they don’t know i’m wicked, when i start to kick it
with the raw sound, wash it down with a mystic
better yet a snapple, n*gg* want the juice
but he don’t want the h*ssle
thought they trying to overthrow the castle
better yet the temple, i’m comin to your town
black down, the rental, car, the pistol
yah! if you don’t want a burn from glock
then beware, i buck shots, meaning what, the buck stops
here, no more dough will be made
unless it’s being made by who… the 1-6-ooh

[interlude: raekwon (method man)]
chamber four (1-6-ooh) chamber four
temple number nine, temple number nine

[ol’ dirty b*st*rd]
i’m the original g-o-d
making young ladies scream is my specialty
when i go ooh-wah, ooh-wah, ooh-wah, girls wanna get hype
from the funky fresh music that was stereotyped
when i kill, that ol’ mad rugged flow
not sayin ason, is like a duck of disco
or a disco duck, i’m strictly hip hop
yo, ason, what’s up? i can’t stop…
wu-tanging, flipping the script and
you could test my skills, but n*gg*z must be trippin
coked up from sniffin, you’re the one who’s riffin
i’m not opie, save that old sh*t for andy griffith
you start to flip, now ya slip, cuz you’re slippin
while you sleep i be the god on point, like scottie pippen
as i, jump on stage, cold flip a rip a show
strip or rip a hoe, ready like bo
jackson while i’m still taxin, i’m maxin
relaxin, sittin backs and, laying tracks and
again and again when i rock this jam
i wanna see ’em up in the air, throw up your hand
introducin, the one-man band
a child that’s wild, now with the style, couldn’t stand
n*gg*z wanna jump, then stepped, to the center
of the rhyme inventor, mc tormentor
you get jacked and slapped, across the mc map
i laugh at ya *ss, on a horse shack
come on through i black and blue your whole crew
then i get rudie with the hong kong phooey
the ol’ dirty b*st*rd, mc killer
money maker, brooklyn, shaolin style
that i lay down like tile
gotta hit you up, one blaow, so you better come down…

/ wu lyrics