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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 motherfuckin ruckus 
Bring da motherfuckin ruckus 
Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin ruckus 
Bring da motherfuckin 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 shit, 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 fuck 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 asshole, songs goin gold, no doubt 
and you watch a corny nigga 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 sew, 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 porno-flick bitches 
I roll with groups of ghetto bastards 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 assault 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 ass nigga with my nigga, 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 ass like your dad, bring it on... 

Chorus 

Verse Four: The Genius/GZA 

Yo, I'm more rugged than slaveman boots 
New recruits, I'm fuckin' up MC troops 
I break loops, and trample shit, while I stomp! 
A mudhole in that ass, cause I'm straight out the swamp 
Creepin up on site, now it's Fright Night 
My Wu-Tang slang is mad fuckin' dangerous 
And more deadly than the stroke of an axe 
Choppin through ya back *swish* 
Givin bystanders heart-attacks 
Niggas try to flip, tell me who is him 
I blow up his fuckin prism 
Make it a vicious act of terrorism 
You wanna bring it, so fuck it 
Come on and bring the ruckus 
And I provoke niggaz 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 fucked like Suzette 
Bring da fuckin ruckus... 

Chorus 

So bring it on...(X7) 

punk nigga!

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