Wu-Tang Clan - Bring Da Ruckus (demo Version) *

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Intro:

Rza Bring da bring da muth*fkin' ruckus!

En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style

Chorus: RZA

Bring da motherfkin ruckus
Bring da motherfkin ruckus
Bring da mother, bring da motherfkin ruckus
Bring da motherfkin ruckus

Verse One: Raekwon the Chef

Somethin' new from my real live raps and so catch this,
While I kick a verse like chapters.
I'm all of that, proceed with the militant act
With the rugged Timberlands or with boots that's black!
But on the real, I'm cold like blue steel.
Out to catch a hit and make a mil...CHILL!
Maintain yourself black! You're strappin' all of that!
But you ain't got s**t in this shack Jack!!!
That's my word! I'm used to beef and I can eat it mad raw,
And pick it out my gold teeth!
But yo! Back to the subject, Wu's tryin' ta get wrecked yo
Pass the weed thru your s**t god mic check! Need a little meth yo
true!!! Back to me flippin' you and your so called zoo!
You got nothin' on a nigg* from Staten,
A drunk monk, smokin' mad skunk and stackin'!
I didn't need rap s**t to get me on, I was a crimey,
Drivin' a Benz hearin' my man's song.
And when s**t gone broke out, everybody got smoked out,
And cops drove the wrong route!
Don't act evil and possess to hurt me, 40 gunz be flowin' in ya face,
Who want's some!!!

Chorus

Verse Three: Inspectah Deck

I rip it hardc*re, like p*rno-flick girls
I roll with groups of ghetto b*stards 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 as* nigg* with my nigg*, 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 as* like your dad, bring it on...

Chorus

Verse Four: The Genius/GZA

Yo, I'm more rugged than slaveman boots
New recruits, I'm fkin' up MC troops
I break loops, and trample s**t, 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 fkin' dangerous
And more deadly than the stroke of an axe
Choppin through ya back *swish*
Givin bystanders heart-attacks
try to flip, tell me who is him
I blow up his fkin prism
Make it a vicious act of terrorism
You wanna bring it, so fk it
Come on and bring the ruckus
And I provoke 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 fked like Suzette
Bring da fkin ruckus...

Chorus

So bring it on...(X7)

punk nigg*!

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