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  • 作词 : Wu Tang Clan
    作曲 : Dennis Coles/Corey Woods/Robert Diggs/Russell Jones/Gary Grice/Lamont Hawkins/Clifford Smith/Jason Hunter
    Up from the 36 Chambers...
    Heheh.. it's the Ghost..(Face)..(Killahh) Hehheheh

    Wu-Tang

    Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
    Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
    Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
    Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm

    The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, U-God
    Ghost Face Killer, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Master Killer
    Raw Desire, LeVon, Power Cipher

    Twelve O'Clock, Sixty Second Assassin, the 4th Disciple
    The Brand White
    K.D. the Down Low Wrecka, Shyheim AKA The Rugged Child
    Doo-Doo Wales, Mista Hezakiah -- better known as the Yin and the Yang
    The Tru Masta, Asan, DJ Skane, The Tru Robocop comin thru
    Scientific Shabazz, my mother****** man Wise the Civilized
    The Shaolin Soldiers, Daddy-O and Popa Ron
    Comin down from the mother****** South end of things
    Killa beez all over your ****** planet

    Thirty-six chambers of death
    Three-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles
    Choppin off your mother****** dome...
    ...peace, and every ****** borough
    Crooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, Staten Island

    The mother****** Bronx, killa beez....

    (The sword? C'mon, give him the sword)
    Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
    ******z on the left, brag ************t to death
    Now hoods on the right, wild for the night
    Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to...
    The Wu is comin thru, the outcome is critical
    ****** wit my style, is sort of like a Miracle
    on 34th Street, in the ************ of Herald
    I gamed Ella, the ************ 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 ************ne ************ne ************ne 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 mother****** 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
    Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
    ******z on the left, brag ************t to death
    Now hoods on the right, wild for the night
    Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to...
    The response while I bomb that ass, "You ain't ************t!"
    Your wack ass town had you gassed
    Egos is somethin the Wu-Tang crush
    Souped up ******z 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 ************tty drawers in the hamper
    Next time come strapped with a ****** 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 ****** with those in the major leagues
    Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
    ******z on the left, brag ************t to death
    Now 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
    ******z on the left, brag ************t to death
    Now hoods on the right, wild for the night
    Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to...
    ******z on the left, brag ************t to death

    Hoods on the right, wild for the night
    Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Wu Tang Clan
    [00:00.043] 作曲 : Dennis Coles/Corey Woods/Robert Diggs/Russell Jones/Gary Grice/Lamont Hawkins/Clifford Smith/Jason Hunter
    [00:00.86]Up from the 36 Chambers...
    [00:03.86]Heheh.. it's the Ghost..(Face)..(Killahh) Hehheheh
    [00:09.13]
    [00:10.13]Wu-Tang
    [00:10.63]
    [00:11.69]Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
    [00:14.44]Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
    [00:16.38]Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
    [00:19.00]Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
    [00:21.13]
    [00:21.69]The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, U-God
    [00:25.07]Ghost Face Killer, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Master Killer
    [00:30.85]Raw Desire, LeVon, Power Cipher
    [00:33.97]
    [00:34.55]Twelve O'Clock, Sixty Second Assassin, the 4th Disciple
    [00:37.60]The Brand White
    [00:40.28]K.D. the Down Low Wrecka, Shyheim AKA The Rugged Child
    [00:44.68]Doo-Doo Wales, Mista Hezakiah -- better known as the Yin and the Yang
    [00:49.07]The Tru Masta, Asan, DJ Skane, The Tru Robocop comin thru
    [00:52.82]Scientific Shabazz, my mother****** man Wise the Civilized
    [00:56.83]The Shaolin Soldiers, Daddy-O and Popa Ron
    [01:00.47]Comin down from the mother****** South end of things
    [01:03.35]Killa beez all over your ****** planet
    [01:05.04]
    [01:05.66]Thirty-six chambers of death
    [01:07.30]Three-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles
    [01:08.89]Choppin off your mother****** dome...
    [01:11.33]...peace, and every ****** borough
    [01:12.58]Crooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, Staten Island
    [01:15.79]
    [01:16.47]The mother****** Bronx, killa beez....
    [01:18.14]
    [01:19.64](The sword? C'mon, give him the sword)
    [01:20.96]Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
    [01:22.72]******z on the left, brag ************t to death
    [01:24.30]Now hoods on the right, wild for the night
    [01:29.49]Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to...
    [01:31.39]The Wu is comin thru, the outcome is critical
    [01:33.77]****** wit my style, is sort of like a Miracle
    [01:36.39]on 34th Street, in the ************ of Herald
    [01:38.57]I gamed Ella, the ************ caught a Fitz like Gerald
    [01:41.21]ine Ferraro, who's full of sorrow
    [01:42.97]Cuz the hoe didn't win but the sun will still come out tomorrow
    [01:45.63]and ************ne ************ne ************ne like gold mine
    [01:48.22]Here comes the drunk monk, with a quart of Ballentine
    [01:50.60]Pass the bone, kid pass the bone
    [01:52.61]Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones, the GZA
    [01:55.36]One who just represent the Wu-Tang click
    [01:57.57]With the game and soul, of an old school flick
    [02:01.02]
    [02:01.58]Like the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bids
    [02:04.35]Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad kids
    [02:09.54]so stop, the life you save may be your mother****** own
    [02:15.18]I'll hang your ass with this microphone
    [02:19.24]Make way for the merge of traffic
    [02:20.49]Wu-Tang's comin thru with Full Metal Jackets
    [02:21.71]God squad that's mad hard to serve
    [02:23.02]Come frontin hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves
    [02:24.71]Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
    [02:26.24]******z on the left, brag ************t to death
    [02:27.63]Now hoods on the right, wild for the night
    [02:29.38]Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to...
    [02:31.48]The response while I bomb that ass, "You ain't ************t!"
    [02:34.11]Your wack ass town had you gassed
    [02:36.11]Egos is somethin the Wu-Tang crush
    [02:38.44]Souped up ******z on a stage get rushed
    [02:41.12]I don't give a god damn, on the shows you did
    [02:43.76]How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid?
    [02:46.10]Cuz I don't know ya therefore show me what you know
    [02:48.65]I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow
    [02:51.16]You become so Pat as my style increases
    [02:53.13]What's that in your pants ahhh human feces!
    [02:56.24]Throw your ************tty drawers in the hamper
    [02:58.55]Next time come strapped with a ****** Pamper
    [03:01.15]How ya sound B? You're better off a quitter
    [03:03.77]I'm on the mound G, and it's a no-hitter
    [03:06.27]And my DJ the catcher, he's my man
    [03:08.62]Anyway he's the one who devised the plan
    [03:11.27]He throws the signs I hook up the beats with clout
    [03:13.74]I throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike em out
    [03:16.37]So it really doesn't matter on how you intrigue
    [03:18.15]
    [03:18.91]You can't ****** with those in the major leagues
    [03:20.85]Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
    [03:23.47]******z on the left, brag ************t to death
    [03:25.37]Now hoods on the right, wild for the night
    [03:27.63]Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to...
    [03:31.40]Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
    [03:33.62]******z on the left, brag ************t to death
    [03:36.01]Now hoods on the right, wild for the night
    [03:38.51]Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to...
    [03:40.88]******z on the left, brag ************t to death
    [03:56.86]
    [04:01.36]Hoods on the right, wild for the night
    [04:04.54]Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to