Wu-Tang Clan

Songwriter: Method Man RZA Masta Killa Ol’ Dirty Bastard U-God

Producer: RZA

[Intro; Method Man]
DJ, I'm sayin
You-could-you could just come over top of that shit...
Did I hear it?
Nigga and bang your head, PUNK!!

And it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't
It don't, it don't, it don't, it don't stop!

[Ol' Dirty Bastard *in background repeating*]
SUCK THE DICK!!! (x6)
SUCK MY DICK!!!

[Verse 1: Method Man]
It all starts wit' the pad and pen
Shall we begin to burn bush in this rap session?
Once again on the run be the Black Stallion
Now you fuckin' wit Ticallion, hmmm
Iron Lung, boy, me can done, army of one, blaze yo' bun
I'mma get you none, accept challenge AHH!
Run a mile wit' a racist, they iced it, I aced it
Placed it, right up in their face till they faced it
Hard to the dome like a chrome microphone
I'm ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bad to the bone, to the bone
Danger zone, that's my life and my song
Keep it movin', hop along little doggies!

[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Uh, uh, uh, FUCK THAT!!!
Drive The Mack Cadillac
Dark shade the window all sunny and black
Pitch antenna back of the car
Inside is a TV, even a bar
Bulletproof down, safe and sound
Chauffeur in the front just to drive the Lexus all around
Give ya, give ya, give ya body a ride, nice and warm inside
Come to the Dirt Dog as the tummy rise
*Laughs* Enter

[Verse 3: RZA]
Yo, yo, my Wu-Tang clip will make your atom split
The power of my brain, you can't fathom it
Whoever go against the will of the grain will get slain
Don't ever say thy God name in vain
My third eye electronic dragonfly spiral observe
And record your words and your lies and approach you
And have my Dogs come and Ghost you
When it comes to the bread, son, the heat will toast you

[Hook: U-God]
Music makes me lose control
This is not just rock and roll
Hip hop digs right to the soul
Music makes me lose control
Wu-Tang, now we on a roll
On the rise, now here we go
Guaranteed to flip the show
RZA beats is outta control
Outta control, outta control, outta control
Outta control, now here we go

[Verse 4: Masta Killa]
Yo, who got that nigga gassed like he can't get skimasked
Abducted from his doorstep
Dufflebag his head for the price of nothin', he's a glutton
What I'm manifestin', each day is a lesson
Y'all faggots came to the school of the 36 Chambers
Copied on papers of scholars that earn dollars
We trendsetters in Wu leathers, trendsetters in Wu leathers
Whatever

[Chorus x2: U-God]
Music makes me lose control
This is not just rock and roll
Hip hop digs right to the soul
Music makes me lose control
Wu-Tang, now we on a roll
On a rise, now here we go
Music makes me lose control (x2)
Guaranteed to flip the show
RZA beats is out of control
Out of control, out of control, out of control
Now here we go

Emerging in 1993, when Dr. Dre’s G-funk had overtaken the hip-hop world, the Staten Island, NY-based Wu-Tang Clan proved to be the most revolutionary rap group of the mid-’90s – and only partially because of their music.

Turning the standard concept of a hip-hop crew inside out, the Wu-Tang Clan were assembled as a loose congregation of nine MCs, almost as a support group. Instead of releasing one album after another, the Clan was designed to overtake the record industry in as profitable a fashion as possible – the idea was to establish the Wu-Tang as a force with their debut album and then spin off into as many side projects as possible.

In the process, the members would all become individual stars as well as receive individual royalty checks. Wu-Tang Clan has several lyrical Einsteins aboard. As far as large vocabularies, GZA (not called Genius without reason) places in the top 2! RZA, Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, and Method Man are also all within the top 25. Wu-Tang Clan does not disappoint.

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