"Intro (Shaolin Finger Jab) / Chamber Music" lyrics - WU-TANG CLAN

(Kung Fu sample)
I must tell you that the Clan is a danger to the public
But still for many men just to hear of the name
Fills them with hate and loathing
But why? They've never harmed anyone
I'm afraid they did
*Beat drops*
In the past there's something that they would like to forgive
First, I'll tell you about their style, planned techniques
The main style
"Shaolin Finger Jab!"
(RZA (Method Man)
Yo...
*Sounds of fighting*
(Uh-huh)
(Kung Fu Sample)
We are watchin your whole group
You been busy here
Around the clock, all we need is your orders to move
Met a lot of crosses last night
Young and old!
You been busy here
I respect that!
(Method Man (Raekwon)
Yeah, (Eh yo), yeah
Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in (Yo)
Come on! You know what it is
(Thou must part seis all the time, kids)
(Eh yo, eh yo, eh yo) We're back!
(Raekwon)
Peep The Jump Off, ain't nothin' sweet, get dumped off
Frontin like you won't get deaded and bumped off
Drastic son, master guns that'll run up in plastic ones
And then go, crash in the slums
One tight army, Few Good Men that'll rep
Invade your strongarm', Prince of Wales swimmin on feet
Props in sales, all yellow L's, cops sleepin' on nails
Niggaz get realer than real, yo
Flash the brown, last time was crowned
All navy Woolridge, Wu kicks, movin them pounds, yo
Last on niggaz, great adventures of my niggaz
And cast out pictures, sendin a rash out the kitchens
Like the wind, invite the grin, watch niggaz rewrite the trend
Wu niggaz did it again, yo
Unhighly, octane, die cast metal frame
Lame, let another man heat handle beef

[Chorus: Method Man:]
Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in
Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in
(GZA)
Yo, spark the intro, relevant info
Load up the keyboard, 105 tempo
Most heated battles, I blasted MC's
Some said that the bullets flew by like angry bees
Who entered on the level with weather, wait and listen
When one flash metal, eight calculate positions
The world snap once we combine our rap
Drastic Measures, priceless treasures on Nap'
Our sword swing, windchill mount' are'(a)
Eight equipped standin on a tall glass ferry
Snares and kicks, off the project bricks
It's no act, a producer play the role with drumpsticks
The warnin came unnoticed, it's like the shot at the doctor
The Vega to slay Otis, the nine Lotus
Each one adjust to his own environment
Formulate this great LP, 100 Rounds spent
Niggaz bent on a fruitless search for nourishment
They long for this proper guidance, encouragement
(Method Man)
It be The Lost Tribe, 7 Days locked in the dungeon
Foamin at the mouth, mad dog in this production
The Uncontrolled Substance got me spittin' up nuff bars, disgustin
The last temptation of the son of David Ruffin
Hold my mic sideways when bustin'
On Judgement Day runnin' through Hell, yellin' and cussin
At MC's in my circumfrance, y'all niggaz hand-cuffin
These hoes and ain't read them they rights or nothin'
Keep lustin, yeah, and I'ma a keep hustlin
With Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in
You know me, every time you kiss that hoe you blow me
You blow trial trin to walk a mile in my circoni'
(Masta Killa (Method Man)
(Ah!)
We just touched down, Wu shuttle, private jet
Stepped off the plane, the world wept
Roll with the Witty Unpredictable
Talent All Natural, rock with the bangles of hip-hop
Mathematical imperial manifestation of greatness
Make wizes scream and shout at the top of their breath essence
Captured on tape is precious, bless mic pure defness
Awaken from you sleep mistake
When the God bring rain, hail, snow to the earthquake! *echoes*
(Kung Fu sample)
You've been busy
Are you mastered?
[3x]
You've been busy here...