Bring da ruckus (demo version)
by Wu-Tang Clan
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[Intro:]
[Rza] Bring da bring da muthafuckin´ ruckus!
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: 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 shit 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 shit god mic check! Need a little meth yo
true!!! Back to me flippin´ you and your so called zoo!
You got nothin´ on a nigga from Staten,
A drunk monk, smokin´ mad skunk and stackin´!
I didn´t need rap shit to get me on, I was a crimey,
Drivin´ a Benz hearin´ my man´s song.
And when shit 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 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!
[Rza] Bring da bring da muthafuckin´ ruckus!
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: 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 shit 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 shit god mic check! Need a little meth yo
true!!! Back to me flippin´ you and your so called zoo!
You got nothin´ on a nigga from Staten,
A drunk monk, smokin´ mad skunk and stackin´!
I didn´t need rap shit to get me on, I was a crimey,
Drivin´ a Benz hearin´ my man´s song.
And when shit 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 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!
