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#50 School - No Said Date - 439 pts.

Year:2004
Artists:Masta Killa/RZA
Producer:RZA


This selection from no said date drops a fierce amount of knowledge especially by Rza. I love any song where the beat transitions flawlessly and this is no exception. The two beats have absolutely no relationship to one another but rather to the MCs spitting on them. A brilliant idea.


Why don't we speak about the wisdom of the sages?
And how did Europe black out in the dark ages?
And when they got light did they white-wash the pages?
And the inquisition, why was Christian thrown in cages?


That's RZA droppin' serious knowledge as always...and Masta ends with a bang.

fav lines-"Handed my paper with the proper title
Who wrote the holy Koran or Bible?
Bein' that person with the scent ability
Makes me responsible for the uncivil
The next morning as I entered the building
A cypher goin' on and the Gods is building
My hot chocolate spillin', after 5th period
Let's cut out, go bag some chicks up at Tilden
Wonderful had the rental, "Nobody Beats the Biz"
Instrumental, attractin' a few
Nothin' really poppin', let's slide to Clara Barton
Bumped into a few good brothers from Morgas Martin
Mentioned Norman Thomas, had chicks
That'll hit flicks, and take you shopping, true indeed
I thought Sarah J. had the one that I need
Mary Burtrum, Julia Richmond, is it fashion?
Elijah Whitney sing the song with me
Sisters from Washington Irv. swing a arm
Brothers in death, pull the fire alarm
Rude ones flow rapness, Western House money makers
Maxwell thunder hip shakers.."




#49 Mighty Healthy - Supreme Clientele - 450 pts.

Year:2000
Artists:Ghostface Killah
Producer:Mathematics


I'm still trying to figure out this song. Ghost's slang rap is so tough to decipher, which is also why the replay value of songs like this is so huge. I know all the words, but don't know what they all mean.


The world can't touch Ghost, purple tape Rae co-host

Maybe it will take another 10-20 years? Who knows, but one things for sure, I will still love this tune. With a beat composed of bells and hard hard base hits. It's as sweet as it is hard. True art is the ability to bring conflicting sounds together and have it work. This is true art.

fav lines- all of em'

"Both hands clusty, chillin' wit my man Rusty low down
Blew off the burner kinda dusty
The world can't touch Ghost, purple tape Rae co-host
Monty Hall expo, intellect you red pro
Son triflin fuck, wildflower on the cyclin
Pick up the brew thought I was Michael an'
Mics are writin' pool, now, I'm into Iron Duals
Turn-ons the Earth's whoopee, she out of law school
In hale break beats of hell A-Alikes propel parallel
Duracell night, you flash a burnt cell
Snap out of CandyLand, kids the old rumor is
blacks become immune to shit, we never did like
eati' dead birds chose the pharmacy over herbs
Men marryin men, ill they got the herbs pulsar
Scissor hand wig vanished in the winter
Livin' off land you god damn right I fuck fans king me
Check checkmate props like the micro chip founder
Neck to neck stocks with Bill Gates now
When we hug these mics we get busy
Come and have a good time with G-O-D
Make you snap your fingers or wiggle
Scream, shout, laugh and just giggle
Shake that body, party that body
Don't fuck with Ghost you'll feel sorry
That's word, I'm not the herb
Understand what I'm sayin' sayin'
Hit mics like Ted Koppel, rifle expert
Let off the Eiffel, burn a flag in the grass it's spiteful
Ringleader set it off, rap Derek Jeter
Culprit, prince of the game wish you could see us
We lay low glitter wax full bangles
Priceless rolls, lay around the God get tangled
Woolly hair, eyes firey red, feet made of brass
Twelve men, following me, it be the God staff
Move, every script's like Miramax
Smash the big boy totalled it, will shot fear effects
Son beamin' wifee on the beach, sippin' Zima
Wu 'binos, to latinos, we bust Selena
Over night, God schedules, fed ex
Pretty soloette velvet nice DNA scroll genetics
Too hot, to handle one thought scramblin the mandolin
Hundred game Wilt Chamberlain, smack em, say when
He rollin up, face wrinkled up, hands is on his nuts
Yo kid stop frontin' on the ground before you get touched
It's Canada Dry sess, obsessed with Allah's sun
We want rye, we want it so bad we might cry"



#48 Heaven + Hell - Only Built for Cuban Linx - 451 pts.

Year:1995
Artists:Raekwon/Ghostface Killah/Blue Raspberry
Producer:RZA

Another Cuban Linx song, another classic beat, another track that is murdered by R.A.G.U.'s slang and metaphors. It is hard in some points to understand what they're talking about. What's special about this song is how Rae and Ghost finish each other's sentences, and so remind me of Run DMC... only better.

Raekwon,Ghost start off

Yo, yo, wakin up about ten kid
Jumpin in the shower, peace about to make

moves and slide like greese
What? I'm all about Tecs and checks and nuff rrespect you front
I'm slammin you like the Lex
So now I'm out in the ninety-five
Rockin that real nigga don't die
Guess down

Drawers Kani!
But yo I'm makin a pit stop
Go and buy a box of glocks, til he rolled up and yo

Whattup Hobbes?
Yo, remember that kid that we vicked
He made a half of mil for real
He brought about fo' bricks

Yo, so now we connect doors, meet me at the airport
TELL GOLDEN ARMS MAINTAIN THE FORT

Get in touch with that West coast Cali crab you stabbed
And meet me at the bitch lab

So word up kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid rand shit
Couldn't even rest, I need the vic
And when I slept, I dream G's, Son I need some
Keys roll self, call up Son
I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit
A fake nigga faked and they killed his click
Gimme a minute and I'm with it
Yo niggaz done did it
Rock your vest
Keep your whip tinted
So now we see him up in BoJangles
Stranglin a forty ounce, with ten G's worth of gold bangles

Diamonds, what, all up in his face
With his man's mace,medallions the size of dinner plates
Yo, he knew we knew him so we blew him
Took thirty G's worth of jewels of that nigga


DO HIM!


So now I'm lampin in my man's Land
Streets is hot like sand
Jesus rollin in my right hand
Yup, you know the steezo black

Got to go down like that
Shallah
Cigars

AND BALL HATS


The song continues with a great memorable outro

What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?
You don't beleive in heaven cause we're livin in hell
So it's your life

What a chamber, fuckin with mad strangers
Yeah, you know how it runs baby, straight up yo
Money clothes, designer hoes and shows y'all
That's how it goes
Whatever

What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?
You don't beleive in heaven cause we're livin in hell
So it's your life


With Ghost and Rae talking till the song fades out about the struggle, shouting out fellow warriors and Clansmen.

***review by Shizzah



#47 Judgement Day - Tical 2000 : Judgment Day - 460 pts.

Year:1998
Artists:Method Man
Producer:Method Man/4th Disciple

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#46 Cold World - Liquid Swords - 467 pts.

Year:1995
Artists:GZA/Inspectah Deck/Life
Producer:RZA


Dark eerie string samples highlight this horrific rhymescape by the gza. He starts with another classic Kung fu sample and begins his verse with a fascinating parody of Twas the night before Christmas. From there the song molds itself into a street thugs anthem talking about jackings, selling, shooting cops and stashing cash. Deck is there again typically dropping fire to this liquid swords counterpart.

Clicks control strips full clips are sprayed
Yellow tape barricades sidewalks where bodies lay


I was so sure after hearing decks verses on this and forever that deck would become the biggest hip hop star in the world.

fav line- "It was the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
and blasted on the spot before the pigs were dere"



#45 Domestic Violence - RZA as Bobby Digital in Stereo - 469 pts.

Year:1998
Artists:RZA/Jamie *******/U-God
Producer:RZA

A RZA solo joint off his debut solo release, Bobby Digital In Stereo. Often criticized about it's explicit content and female discrimination in lyrics. But to be straight, in my opinion, this is one of the most emotional and sincere tracks ever to be heard on the mic. If he didn't love her, and care for her, why would he be so upset? It's that deep.

It's starts of with RZA's girlfriend, voiced by Jamie *******, criticizing him and his financial state :

You ain't shit your daddy ain't shit
your brother ain't shit your money ain't shit
your lab ain't shit your rings ain't shit
your gear ain't shit your jewels ain't shit
your kicks ain't shit nigga your whips ain't shit
Bobby you ain't shit nigga I'm the shit

And it continues like that for some time...Then it's on...

What the fuck y'all birds talking about?
Get the fuck out my house
Before I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth
Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he
Girl, I fucking slave trade your ass like Kizzy Kinte
(But wait, fuck you motherfucker)
You wish you could fuck
Bitch, all you can do is dick suck
(Your ass can't fuck, that's why your wife left your monkey ass)
Fuck that, you don't cook, you don't clean, or press my jeans
You don't scrub or wash clothes
Or buy food or make any cream in this bitch
You don't read to the seeds
All you do is watch TV and smoke weed
Get your nails done and feet, scrub the hair weave
Sleep all day, eat, gain weight, can't breathe


Talking about you're going to leave?
Then bitch leave! What the fuck you're waiting for?
Hit the door, I ain't taking this shit no more!


Spending all my cream on Gucci, Phillies and Coach
Before you moved to my lab, bitch, I ain't never seen a roach
Stains on my carpet, bathroom's more like a fish market
Take all the space in my closet, where the fuck's your logic?


Disrespecting my old earth, aborted my child birth
And every day I catch my credit card inside your purse
You can't speak a sentence without a curse
Talking bout you're going to be a nurse
Bitch, to be a nurse you got to go to school first!

When I first met you, you was a hoe
I tried to reform you, bomb you, warn you and teach you
But couldn't reach you, and you're still a hoe
Your father said you was a hoe
And when you leave me, bitch you're gonna be a hoe
Celluloid and gargoyle feet, I'd rather beat my meat
That raggy ass pussy a starving dog wouldn't eat
Started with the body of a model
Pussy tight as a pharmaceutical bottle
And you could swallow a whole avocado
And two forty ounce bottles
To the end of the world, which to I would follow
Now, when I fuck you, the shit echoes because your pussy is so hollow
Turn your fat ass sideways
Your stress marks are like the US highways
Fuck a new nigga every Friday
Talking bout bust a nut, bitch I'll bust yo guts!
(You come so quick nigga)
Wonder why I come so quick?
With that wide ass pussy and soggy tits?
I'm trying to get the shit over with, and go to sleep!
But when I'm with my real freak on the weekend
Bet that baby we fuck for two and a half hours or three
You'd better study the 1-0-40 knowledge culture degree
About MGT, and GCC

Cause you ain't shit, and your mother ain't shit
And your sister ain't shit, and your pussy ain't shit
That weave ain't shit, your ass ain't shit
Girl you ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit

The song goes on as RZA and his girl argue and argue and argue, but it's all love. Hapless love, but love.

***review by Shizzah



#44 Black Jesus - Ironman - 472 pts.

Year:1996
Artists:Raekwon/Ghostface Killah/Popa Wu/U-God
Producer:RZA

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#43 For Heaven's Sake - Wu-Tang Forever - 489 pts.

Year:1997
Artists:Inspectah Deck/Masta Killa/Cappadonna
Producer:RZA

It's not too unfamiliar when we see a lesser known member shine on a track, but in this little masterpiece here, laced with a classic RZA beat and a King Floyd sample, Inspectah Deck, Masta Killa and Cappadonna absolutely murder the track, respectively.

INS starts off with a verse that many, including me, regard as his best work.

Yo, aiyo my rap style swing like Willie Mays
My eyes Purple Haze, my solar razor burn through shades

My grenades raid the airwaves, catch this rap page
I glide like hovercrafts on the Everglades
Boom master with the faster blade, track slasher
Manufacture poems to microphones, bones fracture
Limited edition composition spark friction
Non-fiction, the calm bomb keep your arm distant
Zero tolerance, dominant intelligence
Wu original, true colors step from the melanin
The most high, most try, to get close by
and overthrow I, but choke, with they hopes up high
I circulate the tri-state and vibrate beyond the Richter
Flies sense to flock when they spot this live nigga
The crowd seducer black your third eye before I lose ya
Verbal high I leave stars in the eyes of Medusa
Top ten, parley like Cochran, it's often
narrow margin, of your odds to dodge the marksman
Murder rap, kill you soft like Roberta Flack
Words attack like a British bulldog, observe the stacks

MK proceeds after the hook and Wu-Tang shouts, the track is now officially doomed

Now all pay tribute to this entity
A spark that surges through the undergrowth
Overwhelming the populace from the entry
The Wu-Tang Dynasty, has emerged
from this elite fleet


I was appointed to strike the vital nerve
Mouths tend to utter and speak empty words

Observe the magnetic attraction as we breathe
Seeds of MC's at these fake ass industry niggaz
Feed off, the chrome mic tend to squeeze off
and spray, an array of shots
that travel downwind, just respect pyriffic pen
as I send, the minds of the weak
To rise and take power I blew towering over the land
As we stand, expanding our cream
A dollar to every grain of sand
Let the mind use the physical as planned

Cappachino then delivers the last blow, like we're used to witness, my personal favorite line is his opening -

"Yo, yo, this is Beirut
Try to comprehend check out my new suit
Gods blend aim take fire pure destruction"

The song ends with RZA's masterful beat and terrific sample fading out... Who doesn't miss '97?

***Review by Shizzah



#42 Living in the World Today - Liquid Swords - 491 pts.

Year:1995
Artists:RZA/GZA/Method Man
Producer:RZA

My proper introduction to the wu way back was the classic Gza (wu) debut Liquid Swords. From the shogun assassin intro all the way to Killah Priests' B.I.B.L.E this album caught me in it's web of dark dusty production courtesy of the Rza but more importantly highlighted to me the importance of lyrics.

Another surreal track from GZA's fantastic '95 release Liquid Swords, for me Living In The World Today defined the Genius at his best solo. Don't get me wrong, he's on fire throughout the album, but what made this song so special was the symbiotic nature of both the beat and the lyrics. Clearly defined, Gza is able to breakdown how much he's mastered wordplay by not only demonstrating it but knocking down other emcees in his wake.

Inviting Method man to help him with his chorus, he perfects the song with two extraordinary verses. RZA's perfect dark beat instrumentals, providing a rich bass bumping backdrop with sampled horns, play off GZA's Liquid Voice perfectly. It's more complex than any basic loop and in my opinion one of Rza's best. Enter the chorus...

Well if you livin in the world today
You be hearin the slang that the Wu-Tang say
Niggaz that front we don't handle em
So we blast em, alright, well OK

Well if you like the way it sound then clap man
And if the women love it too well then raise your hands
But only raise your hands if you're Sure

Punk niggaz shatter like a glass jaw, break it


GZA comes in destroying it.

My rhyme gross weight vehicle combination
was too heavy for the Chevy's is chased out the station
Double-edged was the guillotine that beheaded it
gassed up, fuckin with some regular unleaded shit
Heads roll on hillsides behind ropes that
bind-in, X marks the spot on the scope
Heavily armed military is necessary, it's a gamble
MC's bet they best at every
Powerful parable ditties might harm
if tampered with, set off and strike like pipe bombs
Flashbacks to the Duel of the Iron Mic
Look out for these fatal flying spikes, of massive
sleep-holds, put strangle on commercial angle
Microphone cords tangled from being Star Spangled


Now who could ever say they heard of this?
My motherfuckin style is mad murderous


This song also demonstrates the unity between the wu during this time by featuring Meth in very small but memorable doses
with a ridiculous bridge which immediately sears into the next verse

Well what you know about MCin?
Yo, I know a lot

Well can you demonstrate somethin nigga?

Huh, I'd rather not

I'm talkin bout stacks cousin
Nigga that's what I got
Cash Rules the world
Well Cash Rules the spot

..a prelude to what would lead to one of the best duo joints from the clan since Rae & Ghost. With that being said, we are all well aware that this track is officially murdered, but GZA buried it with

My preliminary attack keep cemetaries packed
of niggaz who think it ain't like that
MC's are gunned down like being run down with mad trucks
Them God struck, religious niggaz call it bad luck
Rap celeb, you got caught up in the web
now bees are stingin, yo that niggaz em-singin


I'm just swingin swords strictly based on keyboards
Unbalanced like elephants and ants on see-saws
I throw raps that attack like the Japs on Pearl Harbor
MC's be out like bank robbers

Fleeing the scene, to be a sole survivor
DJ the getaway driver
Tried to dip but he dive I socialize on vocal vibes
On tracks stabbed up with razor sharp knives
Criminal subliminal minded rappers find it
Hard to define it, when narrow is the gate
for fat tapes and then played out and out of date
Then I construct my thoughts on site to renovate
And from that point, the God made a statement
Draftin tracements, replacements in basements
materials in sheet-rock, to sound proof the beat box
and microscopic optics received through the boxes
obnoxious topic, major labels, flavor tropical
Punchlines, that's unstoppable
Ring like shots from glocks that attract cops
around the clubs and try to shut down the hip-hop
But we only increase if everything is peace
Father U C King the police


To put it simply this song is a highlight not only on the album but in the wu legacy as a whole, if only more wu fans thought the same.

***review by Shizzah and TAURO


#41 Impossible - Wu-Tang Forever - 508 pts.

Year:1997
Artists: Tekitha/RZA/U-God/Ghostface Killah/Raekwon
Producer:RZA

What can you say about U-God ? A very talented MC & Lyricist whom often gets outshined by the other remaining Wu-members time and time again. Some might say that is the case again here..

From probably the most anticipated sophomore hip hop album in history, Wu-Tang Forever, comes a gem like no other called Impossible.

One of the few non-RZA produced track on the album, (he recieved co-production credit) 4th Disciple shines bright with a unique and brilliant Beethoven sample that infuses the atmosphere with the lyrics. Not to mention the simple yet addictive hook sung by Tekitha and the outro by Raekwon, Impossible displays the pure genius of the Wu-Tang Clan's take on what is pure hip hop and how it is crafted.

Recently revealed on a radio interview by RZA that its one of his favorite verses ever, (along with his verse on 4th Chamber) RZA drops knowledge and science to kick things off.


Fusion of the five elements, to search for the higher intelligence
Women walk around celibate, livin irrelevant
The most benelovent king, communicatin through your dreams
Mental pictures been painted, Allah's heard and seen
everywhere, throughout your surroundin atmosphere
Troposphere, thermosphere, stratosphere
Can you imagine from one single idea, everything appeared here
Understanding makes my truth, crystal clear
Innocent black immigrants locked in housing tenemants
Eighty-Five percent tenants depend on welfare recipients
Stapleton's been stamped as a concentration camp
At night I walk through, third eye is bright as a street lamp
Electric microbes, robotic probes
Taking telescope pictures of globe, babies getting pierced with microchips
stuffed inside their earlobes, then examinated
Blood contaminated, vaccinated, lives fabricated
Exaggerated authorization, Food and Drug Administration
Testin poison in prison population
My occupation to stop the innauguration of Satan
Some claim that it was Reagan, so I come to slay men
like Bartholemew, cause every particle is physical article
was diabolical to the last visible molecule

A space night like Rom, consume planets like Unicron
Blasting photon bombs from the arm like Galvatron


One can study that verse alone for months. With lyrics like this the Wu continues to set the standards high in the world of hip hop which has been taking a turn on a commercial route recently.

Transitioning beautifully, U-God shines with one of his best verses since his epic poetry on Black Jesus a year before on Tony Starks' Ironman.


United Nations, gun fire style patient
Formulatin rap plural acapella occupation
Conquer land like Napoleon, military bomb fest
We want sanitary food, planetary conquest
Thug peoples on some hardco' body shit
Get your shit together 'fore the fuck Illuminati hit
Dreams is free in escape of sleep
For a fool peep jewels, keep tools for tough time
The rule of rough mind, elevate, stay behind
The sun gotta shine, keep on, cremate
the whole Babylon, times up, move on
Kings on your pawn, checkmate, no fakes
opposed through the gate, case closed
Things get froze, when it comes time, chosen ones
were holding guns, we take flight with no fright
and attack, never fear cause our words is clear
What's been done can't be undone Son, we can't care
Cause the last days and times are surely here
Snakes and flakes get blown, by the rightous ones
Divine minds bind, we unified as one
Half of black hope, we half broke, smoke a bowl of weed shit
Our everlastin answers stay flyin over Egypt
."

By far the best voice in hip hop his vocals alone sounds hardcore and raw. The 4 bar killer lets us know here permanently that he can mix it up with any of the wu members lyrically.

Last but not least, going on a total different route on lyrical content, Ghost hits you in the face with semi-autobiographical verse about his homey getting shot and dying in his arms. Ghost was always the most colorful MC out of the clan and here he paints a picture so vivid you can almost see it in front of you as you listen line for line.


Call an ambulance, Jamie been shot, word to Kemit
Don't go Son, nigga you my motherfuckin heart
Stay still Son, don't move, just think about Keeba
She'll be three in January, your young God needs you
The ambulance is taking too long
Everybody get the fuck back, excuse me bitch, gimme your jack
One, seven one eight, nine one one, low battery, damn
Blood comin out his mouth, he bleedin badly
Nahhh Jamie, don't start that shit
Keep your head up, if you escape hell we gettin fucked up
When we was eight, we went to Bat Day to see the Yanks
In Sixty-Nine, his father and mines, they robbed banks
He pointed to the charm on his neck
With his last bit of energy left, told me rock it with respect
I opened it, seen the God holdin his kids
Photogenic, tears just burst out my wig
Plus he dropped one, oh shit, here come his Old Earth
With no shoes on, screamin holdin her breasts with a gown on
She fell and then lightly touched his jaw, kissed him
Rubbed his hair, turned around the ambulance was there
Plus the blue coats, Officer Lough, took it as a joke
Weeks ago he strip-searched the God and gave him back his coke
Bitches yellin, Beenie Man swung on Helen
In the back of a cop car, dirty tarts are tellin
But suddenly a chill came through it was weird
Felt like my man, was cast out my heaven now we share
Laid on the stretcher, blood on his Wally's like ketchup
Deep like the full assassination with a sketch of it
It can't be, from Yohoo to Lee's
Second grade humped the teachers, about to leave
Finally this closed chapter, comes to an end
He was announced, pronounced dead, y'all, at twelve ten

With a verse like that, Slick Rick should be proud and even a little intimidated. This verse by Ghost remains to be one of his most memorable verses filled with emotions and raw energy.

Showcasing lyrical wisdom by RZA, U-God and the art of storytelling by Ghost, it's one of my personal favorites on the billboard #1 debut double album.


...On a side note, I've had the chance to meet U-God in Manhattan @ The Ziegfeld Theatre when i went to see Bullworth and he was a cool brotha to say the least, he definitely displayed his temper because his girl was taking too long to get shit from the concession stand but was very respectful to me and answered all my questions during the few minutes i talked with him.

*** Review by Tekunique


#40 Iron God Chamber - Made in Brooklyn - 512 pts. (1)

Year:2006
Artists:U-God/RZA/Method Man/Masta Killa
Producer: Whyz Ruler

Masta Killa released his second solo "Made In Brooklyn" in 2006, and many were waiting to see what he would follow up with after his debut "No Said Date" was met with much praise by Wu fans. And one of the stand out tracks on this album happened to be a great one, as it was chosen as the third single to be released. When I first heard Iron God Chamber I thought this was probably one of the greatest tracks Masta Killa conceived, and he gets solid verses from U-God, Method Man, and RZA to boot. The beat is a solid one that has a nice "shaolin sound" to it.

U-God, always known for kicking in the door, leads off the first verse, and it might be one of his best.

yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Time to knock 'em out, cut 'em with the glass hand, Time to shut 'em down, I'm coming out the badland, Oscar the Grouch, kid, jumping out the trashcan, The last man that violated, got chopped with the sword,
Send him a one way express ticket to see the Lord, You think we falling off, the beef's internal,
All that bullshit we going through, don't concern you, I'll thermonuclear burn you, you'se a human sacrifice, Cuz I be smashing mics with the Passion of Christ, Stay fully loaded, equipped with action devices Kid, stashing these stripes, join the force,
Honey, take ya flick, lift and point to the boss, soon As you blink, your coins is tossed,
It only takes four bars to get my point accross,
And I'm coldest with the frost, on top of the mountain Elijah, was the prophet, along came Malcolm And I'm scalping niggaz, taking devil's heads, Money generated niggaz, taking heavy bread

The RZA comes in nicely right after this:

I was born in a barrel of razor blades
Right next door to haze, I used to be afraid
Of the devil, as a boy, but now as a grown man
I have realized, he is just a toy
A graphic image, I'm that magnificent splendid
Dominant, prominate, Islamic
I was here before the dinosaurs, shine & defining law
Measure every inch of the Earth, combining more
Elements and chemicals, find space in minerals
Trap devils on the run, like Monk-Monk the General
Appear in a gang attire, slept in a ring of fire
I, got a bigger beat than Billy Squire
Dirty Dick Dastard' dart, straight out the dungeon
Transform on niggaz like the rail whip from London
Paul Bunyan ax tracks, get peeled, caps back
Hard to get out, nigga, head like naps
Parental advisory, no M.C. is wisin' me
Me and the mic, like, ebony and ivory
We go together, like, cheese and cheddar, like
Jeans and sweater, like, Mo' and better, like
Who could take a sun ray, twist it to a rainbow
Darts sit upon your head like the Kangol


V is for Victory, I mastered your trickery
Try'nna clock like dickory, get smoked like hickory
So please stop the bickery, you can't get rid of me
Wu Killa Bee, from now to infinity


Mr Mef comes in with the brash...

Look at this bitch ass, snitch ass, about to get a kicked ass
Get mad, get smashed, and get another zip bag of 'dro
For these hoe niggaz, slow niggaz, told niggaz
Fucking with the cold miner's daughter, she a gold digger
Killa, I'm back iller, been realer, chinchilla
Coat, ex-crack dealer, cap peeler, dope
Uncut coke, cut throat, niggaz had enough dough
What up, though? My nigga, I don't trust no bitches
That's real shit, feel this, vanilla Dutch, and steel lick
Forensics is still try'nna figure how I killed it
Wu-Tang, my crew bang, let our nuts hang
Like that piece on a new chain, mami, pop the poontang
Your party, find me where the stars be, or probably
Walk into the corner store on Targhee
Smokin' Bob Marley's, I'm hardly, a nigga to be fucked with
And you try'nna 'ketchup', but you barely cut the mustard, aight then


Finally, Masta closes, the first couple of lines really stand out to me...

Just another spine chiller, U-G, RZA
M-A-S-T, A-K-Illa, M-E-T-H, O-D gorilla, straight from the Killa
Brownsvillah, do or die Bedstuy
Murderer, East terrorist, we clap gun thunderist
Land of the Iron Gods, swords can't live
Medina stay warrior, how can I escape the block
From being boxed off, lost in the shuffle of life


Living right cost, legendary crime boss
Fresh kicks drip in the street, beautiful unique
Freestyle, be so wild, fresh out the Penal
Track it on the Pro Tools, foul, smooth as blue nile
Wave spin, water blend, dart flow, sun glow
Kool Moe Dee roll, gang up on a power show
Snoop never love a hoe, bang it on in your vehicle slow
You don't know how the God be flipping the style
And keep it so, Witty Unpredictable
Truth or Natural, the Gods is actual
It's a fact, I was destined, to grab the mic and bless them


This is truly a great song that showcases Masta's skills, and I imagine in time it will still hold up as a gem that proves Masta can get down with the best of them.

***Review by Jroll




#39 One - Supreme Clientele - 525 pts.

Year:2000
Artists: Ghostface Killah/T.M.F.
Producer:Juju

You know when you hear a certain song for the first time and it just gives you a tingling sensation because it's so good..well thats what it was like for me the first time I heard this gem. Strangely it's also one of those songs (like many on Supreme Clientele) that I've yet to fully decipher and truly understand.

Ghostface had took it upon himself to mold his lyrics in the most cryptic way possible, creating something which on the surface may sound like random ramblings but in fact carry layers of different meanings which could ONLY become clearer with repeated listenings.

Of all the songs for me this one does carry some of the strangest verses....


Eh yo, we at the weedgate, waitin for Jake
We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling belly aches {"one"}
Heavyweight rhyme writers hittin the grass
Stash the right bitch, pull out his kite from this white bitch {"one"}
Talkin bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only nigga I know
like when the cops come, you never hide your toast" {"one"}
Guests started mashing, CVL, Ice Water battlion
Past tense place to gold caskets {"one"}
Dru Hill bitches, specialist loungin at the mosk
Suede cufy, Rabbi come dig up a dentist {"one"}
Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target
when the NARC's hit, rumor is you might start to spit {"one"}
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
on the dancefloor, mangos is free followed by Ghost {"one"}
Dug behind monument cakes, we never half-baked
Alaskan, cess-capade, pushin new court dates {"one"}
Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice
Branches in my weed be the vein {"one"}
Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you
See that he rock a wrist, dude {"one"}
Moder-en slave God, graveyard spells, fog your goggles
Layin like needles in the hospital {"one"}
Five steps to concer, Ax Vernon debt, big ass whistle
Ziploc your ear, here thistle {"one"}

..and I still don't fully understand it but it has become clearer slowly but surely, although if anyone could explain a ravioli bag it would be very helpful.

Over an infectious beat beautifully crafted by none other than Ju Ju from the Beatnuts, Ghosts' flow is superb on this, especially during this verse...

Eh yo, crash thru, break the glass, Tony with the goalie mask
That's the pass, heavy ice rollin, layin on the grass {"one"}
Love the grass, colliflower hurtin when I dumped the trash
Sour mad surgeon, every glass up at the Wally bash {"one"}
Sun splash, autographed lesson with your name slashed
Backdraft, four powders, screamin with the pearly hats {"one"}
Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes
Misses Dash, sprinkle wit her icsicle eye lashes {"one"}
Ask cappa Pendergrass for backstage passes
Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mattress {"one"}
Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress
Distract that cat while I'm hot sugar get a crack at this {"one"}
Dickin down Oprah, jump rope, David think he's rasta
Black man, DC hit to mocha {"one"}
Two tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the Rover
Hit the sport's bar, tell a young lady to bend over {"one"}
Meditated yoga, powder ball, dancin with the vulture
Castor Troy layin for Travolta {"one"}
Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy
God glow, seven-fifteen, fall be heavenly {"one"}


Incredibly memorable and an absolute highlight in Ghosts' discography, but then the same can be said for Supreme Clientele as a whole.

***Review by TAURO


#38 Killa Hillz 10304 - Liquid Swords - 537 pts.

Year:1995
Artists: RZA/Masta Killa/Ol' Dirty Bastard/GZA
Producer:RZA

Possibly the greatest yarn ever laid to wax. An incredibly vivid account of the "life of a drug dealer" details the higher end soldiers in the drug distribution industry, something that is so shrouded in secret, no movie (not even scarface) has come as close to telling like it is. After a 1:25 introduction which is some of the finest skit usage the Wu has ever done, the beat once again turns to high screeching synthesizers and bells, and a back base beat that is the clever subconscious hook of the song similar to that whistle in "Express Yourself" by NWA used to lure the listener in. Most amazing to me in this song is the prophetic nature of the GZA when talking about the terroristic aspect of the drug industry. Two years removed from the first attack on the World Trade Center and the Genius has clearly done his homework. The line

and my man Muhammad from Afghanistan, grew up in Iran, the nigga runs a neighborhood news stand, a wild middle eastern bomb specialist, initiated at eleven to be a terrorist


gives me serious chills when I hear it. This is six years pre-9-11! The metaphors and similes are as on point as can be, intelligently blending word play with story weaving. A tyrant lyrically in terms of GZA's catalog as well as the entire Wu catalog.

fav lines- the whole song, there isn't a line I don't like.


"
Killah hills 10304

Restaurants on a stake-out
So order the food to take out
Chaos, outside a spark steakhouse
Maintain the power, I feel the deal's gone sour
Nigga Mr. Wedding, late a fuckin half hour
And his man who bought land from Tony Starks
While he was contractin bricklayin jobs in city parks
he's a loan shark, interest rates a grand to a finger
In a garment district, got it sewn like Singer
Cause all that talk blasphemy this kid after me
for the heist, in a Burlington Coat Factory
Fuck it, he turned states on my nigga Castro his copilot
who used to fly white sacks of blow on this remote
area, we label Dead Man's Island
Two hundred miles South from Thailand
Right off the docks, I got luxurious custom made yachts
Burial plots, for my niggaz hit with fatal shots
There's no need for us to spray up the scene
I use less men, more powerful shit for my team
Like my man Muhammad from Afghanistan
Grew up in Iran, the nigga runs a neighborhood newsstand
A wild Middle Eastern, bomb specialist
Initiated, at eleven to be a terrorist
He set bombs in bottles of champagne
And when niggaz popped the cork, niggaz lost half they brains
Like this ex-worker, tried to smuggle a half a key
in his left leg, even underwent surgery
They say his pirate limp gave him away
As the feds rushed him, comin through U.S. Customs
Now look whose on the witness stand singin, a well known soprano
A smash hit from Sammy Gravano
here's the plan minimum for the hit, two hundred grand
Half time at the game blastin niggaz out the stands
The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, judges are sent
Photographs of they wives takin baths
Along with briefcase filled with one point five, that's the bribe
Take it or commit suicide
First rule, anyone who schemes on the gold in Syria
I want they small intestines ripped from the interior
I got a price for those jewels, ship em freight cargo
Don't forget to launder the cream through Wells Fargo
Reconstruct those processin plants for the call of Costa Rica
Four hundred barrels of ether
Two hundred pounds of reefer
and fifty immigrants with fake Visas

Life of a drug dealer
Killah hills, 10304
The saga continues"



#37 Assassination Day - Ironman - 580 pts.

Year:1996
Artists:Inspectah Deck/RZA/Raekwon/Masta Killa
Producer:RZA


It's '96. It's Ironman. It's a song off Ghost's album without Ghost on it. While Raekwon raps in his vivid slang, Deck blesses the track with his classic street raps, RZA with his mystic imagery and MK showing he means business. A fantastic RZA beat and maybe my favorite sample from a movie in hip hop history.

The dialog from The Usual Suspects during the final action on the boat:

There's no coke!
What?
You heard me you dumb fuck, there's no coke!
What the fuck do you mean, there's no coke?
I've been up and down this ship. I've been in every fuckin room!
There's gotta be coke!

There is nothing! NOTHING!

Deck, RZA, Raekwon and Masta Killa exchange great darts, and I can't pick between RZA and Masta Killa who has the better verse, the imagery, the lyricism, it's all just on point.

RZA


I stop producers careers, the weak spot was their ears


Scorpion darts hits their mark, pierce their heart with silver spears
You're bewildered, my unsaturated, low filtered
Devils still peeled it still they're living built tilted
MC's upon their axis, their body has a tactic
Lactic acid, desert drop cactus, practice
You can never master, it's invincible, Wu-Tang indispensable
One nation under God, indivisible
With liberty and justice, the mic is in my clutches
Thugs who bring ruckus, leave in crutches
Unforgivable snakes face the double-edged swords starts to swivel
Decapitates the head, makes the projects, more livable
Interchangeable, caution flammable
My chamber is ninety-nine plus one unnameable, angles
And strangles, microphone cords start to dangle
Silent as the gases that pass throughout your anal
Retrieve through your doors
Seep out like sweat through the pores
Destroy your internal organs with the biological warfare

Masta Killa

War is extremely serious and it saddens me
To have to take things to deadly measures
And have you measured and shot for no pay
It's assassination day I stalk my enemy like prey
Tranked by deceptional sounds that deceives
And lures MC's to the lair
With a mic-like bait, then awaits to be bitten by greed
Temptation tempts my victim to proceed
Forward,

Ignorance wouldn't allow retreat
You'd rather pursue DEATH than admit defeat


Now who's best to describe for what I specialize in
Murderous rhymin', constantly in climbin'
My mind spits with an enormous kickback
Your brain didn't absorb the impact
Disorderly conduct from the crowd is the feedback...

I just can't imagine what would have happened if Ghost was on this track

***review by Shizzah



#36 Tearz - Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) - 586 pts.

Year:1993
Artists:RZA/Ghostface Killah
Producer:RZA


This track lives off the vibe the Wendy Rene sample creates. RZA just adds a few drums, but adds a lot more on the microphone as he goes back, telling the story about the tragic death of his little brother. Rhyming, shouting, and almost crying on the mic, the Abbott makes this song the most intimate track on the Clan's debut LP. Ghostface follows up with a sad verse about the AIDS infection in one of his friends.

I taught him, all about the bees and birds
But I wish I had a chance to sing these three words


fav lines - "Didn't expect, to come across, a crazy gunner
Hey Shorty, check it for the bag and the dough
But he was brave, looked him in the eye, and said No!!"

“Here, take this raincoat, and practice safe sex
He seemed to ignore, I said be for real
She's not even worth it, to go raw deal”

“Hey yo, he came out laughing with glory
I'm surprised, he's still livin', to tell his story“

***review by The GFX



#35 Clan in Da Front - Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) - 601 pts.

Year:1993
Artists:RZA/GZA
Producer:RZA


We start with an introduction to the clan by rza over buzzing bees and a beat that will make the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Then enter an off key piano loop that shouldn't work, but does instantly. Gza then proceeds to "battle" an unknown opponent (maybe the entire industry itself?) His lyrics are razor sharp as he points out and the beat is untouchable. Chock full of excellent baseball metaphors.


How's ya sound B? You're better off a quitter
I'm on the mound G, and it's a no-hitter
And my DJ the catcher, he's my man
In a way he's the one who devised the plan
He throws the signs I hook up the beats with clout
I throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike em out
So it really doesn't matter on how you intrigue
You can't FUCK with those in the major leagues

fav lines- "You become so Pat as my style increases
What's that in your pants ahhh human feces!
Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper
Next time come strapped with a fuckin Pamper"



#34 Snakes - Return to the 36 Chambers : The Dirty Version - 627 pts.

Year:1995
Artists:Ol' Dirty Bastard/Killah Priest/RZA/Masta Killa/Buddha Monk
Producer:RZA

Its 1995 and everybody is waiting for "The Baddest man in the whole damn town," to drop a gem, and that he does exactly that. "Return to The 36 Chambers" Is possibly the most original work of art you will ever hear. An album full with countless amount of gems, among those gems there is "Snakes."

The track starts off with a dialogue from one of the most famous Kung-Fu movies in history...The 5 Deadly Venoms:

Now number two, practiced the snake style
He was known as the snake spirit
He had the speed of a snake


The dungeon like background sets off a mysterious mood, for the track, but then the beat switches up lovely. There is honestly nothing too special about this beat technique-wise, but its such a classic because of it: The simple deep bass line, the snare layered with a tambourine and a beautiful sped up vocal sample that fits in perfect... It goes to show you how far ahead of his time RZA was... Kanye and the Heat Makers get the credit for this HAHA, Its been done fellas.

Killah Priest sets this track of lovely with some vivid story telling: (For some reason he sounds like he has a cold, that makes his voice even doper)

We were in the hallway all day
Me, Steve, and Little Ray
Probably at first they tried to rob me
Back me in the lobby, pull out the shotty
Then came Scotty, fragile body
My first impression, he returned from a party
He was just stagger, smellin like Bacardi
The Dragon, braggin, how he was fuckin mad hotties
Pressed on the elevator button, then all of a sudden
He licked off, about a dozen
Slugs from the cannon, that ripped through my cousin
Nobody was standin when the nigga started bustin
Blood started to flood the floors, by the elevator doors
That's the last thing that I saw
Damn, we plan to make grands of our home


Then RZA comes through and blesses the track with one of his most energetic and dramatic flows... and the lyrics are some of the finest he has ever delivered:

Jagged edge, rockin God, hard as Stonehenge
Pledged whoever crossed his path get scrapped with a sledge..
..hammer, he didn't give a damn about the manor
And on the block he was called by the momma's and the grandma's
Indecent, heathen, juvenile delinquent
His weekends was frequently, locked inside the precinct

A fierce lion, who never leave the crib without the iron
And on the block he be slingin rocks and duckin from the sirens
Greetin niggaz he loved with a pound, and a bear hug
Those who wanted life, they catch a slug from the snub
A Five Percent, who all knew was one to ten
He loved the Gods with his heart but his brain was filled with sin


Masta Killa is next with his smooth delivery and just crazy swag and story telling:

Do the knowledge to a nigga named Trigga
Bad rude boy from the land of Jamaica
With visions to venture, to the U.S.
To receive the gold that he couldn't achieve
in his country, even though he sold mad weed
for the next man, who was the Don of the clan...


Masta has a long verse but truly amazing.

Then the suprise of the album was how ODB outshined just about everybody!!!

Bad, bad, Leroy Brown
Baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than the deep blue seaaaaa
Badder than you and meeeeee
Niggaz comin thru the trees, like a salamander, bitin
Like a piranha, but I'm bitin you back, like a black pantha
The style I'm ampin the... fuck my name, who I be?
Fuck the game, it's all about the moneyyyy!
Owahhaerahh, sometimes I get high with the Meth
Then I turn to the Killah Priest
When it comes TWELVE O'CLOCK!!
I turn into the demon beast, yo


Yo fuck that shit!
[number two, the snake]
YO! SHOW THESE MOTHERFUCKERS WHAT TIME IT IS
[number two, the snake] Rawwrarrrah
Rahhwarwaahauh, rawwaroar!!
WHOSE THE BAD-ASS? *rawharrah*
WHOSE THE BAD-ASS?
[now number two] Rawwwaahrah
[he practiced the snake style
he was known as the snake spirit] YEAHhhhhh


Just out of control!!!!!... YES... He is the Ol' Dirty Bastard because he is the father to his style.

Buddah Monk also got to shine with his sinester and crazy delivery:

Lyrics, never waitin, twelve days, penetrated
When I come with the ruffness, mad niggaz try to rush this
Slip into my killings, then I slays and you're helpless
When I try to stay sick, it's yacub grafted six
Calm for the kill, knowing the style that's ill
When I drop, lyric skills, brothers say, Buddah chill!!


The closing of this joint is also CLASSIC SHIT!!

I don't need to rhyme no more, niggaz know, yo!
To all the Wu-Tang Clan members
The Ghostface Killer, the GZA, the RZA, the Ol Dirty Bastard
The Method Man, the Chef - Raekwon, Inspector Deck, U-God
Yo!!!


He did forgot to shout out Masta Killah who rocked the track with him, but then again its ODB?!?!... he was probably HIGH out of his mind when recording.

R.I.P


***review by InspectahChek

#33 Holocaust (Silkworm) - RZA as Bobby Digital in Stereo - 629 pts.

Year:1998
Artists:Holocaust/RZA/Doc Doom/Ghostface Killah
Producer:RZA


The Bobby Digital In Stereo album left us with countless jewels from the RZA a.k.a. Bobby Digital. But the biggest, most brilliant jewel of them all was a song featuring The Holocaust, Doc Doom and Ghostface Killah. All four of MC's dropped ingenious verses, but everything was overshadowed by Holocaust's verse. In one of his first appearances, Archibald Brown annihilated the whole track, if not the whole album with his flawless verse. The twisted imagery, the punchlines, the flow, it's all in that which I consider the best verse of all time.

The song starts off with Ms Roxy singing, and then Holocaust makes his appearance

You fallin down a endless tunnel of doom reality
Graphically, my killer bee family stings the galaxy
Insanity, titanium stomach, devourin' Guiness
My flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearance

Still deceases kill viruses, planets and racial creatures
Made MC's sprout tumors so bad, lost facial features


Waste your peoples, left out in the rain, fountains of pain
Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin my name

Holocaust, black man, loose veins, littered with thorns
Back-smack you so hard, all your seeds will be formed deformed


Swarm dorms, sting birds, fling verbs like mean curbs
Strike three, mics flee, I infect em with green germs, ringworm
Cuz I'm filthy and guilty, dastardly, mastery
My felony melody has to be a bastards masterpiece
Stop graftin me, chump-ass niggaz eyein me, tempt me
I'll break it down simply, I'm horrifyingly empty
Spittin darts on the tip of a glacier used for my hide-out
Rock crush or German suplex, watch spines slide out the side route
Forearm bash with twenty jabs on the ave. or your lab, get stabbed in bloody
bath
While, I'm sippin' herbal teas, verbal bees plant fertile seeds
Bitches leave with broke backs, swollen palms and purple knees
Circle thieves like vultures in deserts rest on a cactus

Got Oscar nominee MC's stuck to my hatchet


Drastic, indescribable pain, I injure bars
While, Bobby's throwin' razor CD's like ninja stars

RZA's chick-chick-chick-chick-chick-chick-chhhhh then introduces him to the song,with a strong verse, with both Doc Doom and Ghostface Killah dropping breathtaking verses. Ghostface's verse is vivid and metaphor-filled as always...

Eh yo, the beat terminal, exquisite young coolie high production
Caught up in the hollow-head suction
Ten pogo sticks, two black-belts that break bricks
Diet coke meetin's with the rich
I'm faithfully married to rap
We've been engaged for twelve years
Tyson bite Holyfield ear
We love the sport, look out your window
Now see, pull up to say, yall be amazed me
Tony Starks, spaceship, ran by a daughter's cellar
Only man out, walked through hell
Dick swingin like shit went well
Call it the mighty Joe Young
Double-swirl slush, Wonder Woman, sapphire shit with the pearls
It looked real nice, yo, heavy on the gravy
Third, bag a secretary in the glaze, he tagged eighty words
From Whirl-winds to whirl-pools, see wise watch the earth spin
Sunny-dance with the serpent, who shot JJ and its my bone
The same nigga ridin the train, same nigga with his name on the jacket
Switch to chaseable, inhaled the bad bag of that Jason
Fell out twice in the basement
Straight up and down, yall


Ms Roxy's occasionally mellowing voice adds to the feeling of an already dark song, and the sinister beat leaves you trembling. The song exits with a very quiet drumline backing up Ms Roxy singing...

Bobby Digitaaaaaal,Bobby Digitaaaaaaaal

***review by Shizzah



#32 M.E.T.H.O.D. Man - Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) - 634 pts.

Year:1993
Artists:Method Man/Raekwon/GZA/RZA
Producer:RZA


Let's intro one of the hardest lyrically sharp songs ever with a hilarious ode to torture.

I'll fuckin
I'll fuckin
sew your asshole closed, and keep feedin you
and feedin you, and feedin you, and feedin you

Then we can let Mef off the leash so he can lyrically destroy what seems essentially like a really simple beat. It's just three piano notes repeated followed by an off tune chord, right? Wrong, It's five very very different samples being mashed together to form a disaster to rhyme over. RZA's incredibly complex and diverse mind took samples from Melvin Bliss and Kool and the Gang to Hall and Oates and Gordon Lightfoot, (Sundown is the shit BTW) and formed this incredibly twisted melody. Mef rumbles through the track flawlessly like Scorpion versus Sub Zero and controller 1 is busted, the break is some ridiculous, sing out loud drunken party shit.


I got, fat bags of skunk
I got, White Owl blunts
And I'm about to go get lifted
Yes I'm about to go get lifted

I got, myself a forty
I got, myself a shorty
And I'm about to go and stick it
Yes I'm about to go and stick it"


And I did stick it. The End

***yes I did review this. B.rock



#31 Wu Banga 101 - Supreme Clientele - 637 pts.

Year:2000
Artists:GZA/Ghostface Killah/Raekwon/Cappadonna/Masta Killa
Producer:Mathematics


The title of the track itself gives you an idea that this is your "Bread & Butter" Wu-Tang track, and In my opinion gives you an early insight as to each perfomer's style.

As soon as this track comes in you know you have stumbled onto a truly magnificent piece of music. With the eerie "High" being sung softly from the soulful voice on the sample, this again shows the incredible chemistry and potential of many emcees on the same track, yet still is clearly a Ghostface track as he stamps his authority on here.

GZA blesses Mathematic's beat with supreme accuracy. He mentions how he touched 5 tracks on "Wu-Forever" I thought this was a great homage to the Clan...as a Clan, eluding to the fact that the greater Emcees held back a bit and let the others do their thing.

I've heard that GZA takes great time & care with his verses, and this illustrates that point perfectly...


Yo, too advanced, Digi' stance, made the CD enhanced
I move with the speed and strength of ants
Identical in form with the Beez they swarm
Hold up the cold current appear warm
My first verbal brawl, started on some yes yes y'all
to the beat y'all, break your windshield, your jeep stall
Mr. Traffic, dumbin shit, from ecclesiastic
Cashier, holdin out, fine, cut off the plastic
See the logo? A monument in hip-hop
Carved out, in the giant landscape, of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare
Heard the Wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare
Walk a road the great length you find too long to measure
My Clan a make me rhyme like D. Banner under pressure
No surprise, double disc touched five
Those elements, kept environments colonized
with the high flyin death-defyin flow like the Rebel
Right there, but you're one light year, from my level


After that tremendous verse I could only imagine the looks on their faces after GZA dropped that rhyme !!!!

Ghost & Rae do to this track what they have done to so many in the past.
The way Rae flows onto Ghost's verse is amazing and the track benefits from this and makes up for it in the later stages. Ghost jumps in right after the lady wollows a few more choice words.


Yay Yay Yeah...I'm High.....

Uh-huh.. yeah.. yo.. check it.. yo..
Bottles goin off in the church, we broke the wine
slapped the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Oooh! Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out, and I want a lot"
Shirley fainted dead on the spot
Two ushers slipped eighty dollars right out the pot
Oh shit!


Egyptian, brown skin brown suede Timbs
Masqueradin X-rated throw blades, all occasions
Round nozzle touchdown, Haagen-Daas gobbles White House
Gucci flag on the roof, call us rock groups
Mere intelligent, buy Nieman Marc' it out
No doubt, all we saw he bought, Lori mom's all blow
was simple, blamp instrumentals run camps the stamps get you
The way we lamp, fans come and get you
Play, fullback strapped like a fuck, war at
the black, Carlo Gambino's stash house in Hackensack
Pack capsules, Green Bay 'em lay 'em down like wax do
It's all actual we build, like Crash Crew
Coconut, incense, one sentence, aiyyo
Control the holy flinch hit this, new whips
Roman numerals, sun splash them niggaz like, Tango and Cash
Alcatraz cats roll out fast..


Rae again displays his ridiculous slang and unbeliveable pronunciation as it's one of those verses you can't really recite.

This time the beat switches...and what a switch it is !!!!!!!
Then another Clansman comes in...Cappadonna

Wu thousand nuthin but hardcore
We tryin to get land riches and more
Ghost put me on to it
We just do it, floss or whatever
Take care of the business, there's too many roughnecks
Give two of these to Flex, tell him it's real rap like Ghost
Had to beat niggaz with toast
Clubs V.I. clientele we lay it down flat
Poot out on y'all kid, now where your mans at?
Fakin the real like, "Damn I can't stand Cappa'"
Then my wardrobe flooded the next chapter
Y'all heard about us like we heard about you
Bless the mic with reality, hit you with the virtue
Calm down not tryin to hurt you, burst through
That shit, fatter than all y'all niggaz outfits
We the glitch like Y2K
Catch the ball when it drop, guns pop, y'all have a nice day

Doctor Kanabuta, Iron Man, he is invincible.
His remarkable armor is supreme!

Cappa can come in many forms and here he came pretty abstract yet with the usual touch of arrogance he always shows. His ryhmes are unothodox, which allows Masta Killa to roam on the beat as only he can. I can't think of many that can drop such short verses and still deliver...

Yo
Sometimes I'm liable to spaz and break fool
Grab my gun, select one, snatch son
Put the barrel by his face, blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinkin you shot
Screamin like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like the bass
I'm Ghostfaced up, military style down
Nuff ammunitions of rounds across the chest


Now just to remind you this is a Ghostface Killah song, you almost get the impression he is foaming at the mouth waiting for Masta Killa to finish, like a dog being held back on a leash and then being set free.
In this verse, Ghost really lets you know that he can do it with the best of them, with his delivery, content, flow, and one liners. This is Ghost at his greatest...


Skip to the intro, rap through po'
Smashed a fresh ball of wax ceasar
Flashy penthouse that overlooks the vista
Wally Moc' have tie, swimmin trunks
Three chunks of ice sit in Johnny Walker for advice
Catch the moment, fundraiser at will, work with the homeless
Polish diamond edge, Flintstone shit, sealed in a comb pick
carefully, swing the B seven series Christmas lights
too bright Ghost is comin y'all fix the mirrors
Relax like pudding, confidence strangle my man couldn't
Exile he no longer in the hood
Bless the kid that max the most
Me I turn a wedding into hoax
Roses tied to bombs on posts
On commercial breaks, piss in the apple juice
Rasta nigga rock the big do's
Jiffy Pop it's only chant Wu


Yay Yay Yeah...I'm High

Like the title says...this is their forte.

***Review by Whers




#30 Release Yo Delf - Tical - 643 pts. (2)

Year:1994
Artists:Method Man/Blue Raspberry
Producer:RZA


This Mef track is the definition of rugged, go ahead look it up in Webster's, it's there. To begin, I never heard a beat with these effects before, such as the smoke, it makes the track more gritty and takes the listener to whole new environment when added to the sirens and background filler, the big chaos, or Armageddon like Mef likes to call it. The horn sample is quite possibly the best layed over wax too, it matches the track perfectly, and the hard snares are impossible to NOT nod your head to.

Mef ripped the track with his lyrics and his flow, his steady unflinching patter makes this one of his best performances.

Remedies, cousin I be doin' on my enemies
Penalty, then I drink forties to they memories
Emotion, rushin' through your down street vicinity

Blunt smoke, in the air reveals my identity


Mef is filthy hard on this track, he simply murders it.

Finally,
Blue Raspberry's interpolation of Gloria Gaynor's chorus (I will survive) is very unique. We know that this is a song that has been performed/remixed/remade more than a 100 times but never the way Blue Raspberry does it. A perfect track in every way.
***Review by Hellspawn


#29 Shame on a Nigga - Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) - 653 pts.

Year:1993
Artists:Raekwon/Ol' Dirty Bastard/Method Man
Producer:RZA


Guest review??



#28 Mr. Sandman - Tical - 689 pts.

Year:1994
Artists:Blue Raspberry/Carlton Fisk/Inspectah Deck/Method Man/Streetlife/RZA
Producer:RZA


Mr. Sandman is the only track on Tical that has more than 2 artists rapping on it. It has 5. RZA, Inspectah Deck, Method Man, Streetlife, and Carlton Fisk take turns strangling the mic over a beat that is reminiscent of some other Mef beats from that era (What the Blood Clot, Method Man). With Blue Raspberry beautifully singing the parody 'Mr Sandman, bring me a good dream' contrasted by the buzzing bee samples, and eerie overlapping synthesizer loops, this is one of the busiest, hard hitting tracks in the entire collective, an undisputed classic.

This fast-paced rapping will get your mind into a twist. 5 great verses, like the 5 sides of the world and Deck dropping the strongest verse as we are used to. The newcomer Carlton Fisk drops a really solid verse and it would be a shame if we didn't mention it. But first, Deck...

My hazardous thoughts to cut the mic's life support short
Brains get stained like tablecloths when I let off
Powerful, poetry pushed past the point of no return
Leavin mics with third-degree burns


Let me at 'em, I cramp your style like a spasm
Track em through the mud then I bag em
We're screaming hardcore, hip-hop drips out my balls
and I be raw, for four score plus seven more
I strike like a bowling ball, holding y'all hostage
like hail, electrifying the third rail
Peep the smash on paragraphs of ruckus
Wu-Tang (Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck wit)

And Carlton...


What evil lurks in the heart of men?
It be the shadow, street-life, flowin again
I had a plot, scheme, I knew for sure
Only one kid would knock the hinges off the door
The jerk tried to jet, Sabrina at his neck
Thirteen pounds on the table plus a tec
Just when I said, "Where the fuck's the cream?"
Another jerk came out the kitchen with the M-16
He tried to cock it, blast these shots like, rockets
Crushed his collarbone, ripped his arm out the socket
My move for the table was swift, I got my hostage
(The nigga tried to stab you God!) but I dodged it

Niggaz said, "Carlton you's a ill motherfucker"
Cause I made it look like they both killed each other


And I'm out...

Many people confuse Carlton Fisk and Streetlife, thinking they are the same person, this track proves they are not. Carlton really shines on this gem.

Review by Shizzah and Rocky B.



#27 It's Yourz - Wu-Tang Forever - 692 pts.

Year:1997
Artists:Raekwon/U-God/RZA/Inspectah Deck/Ghostface Killah
Producer:RZA


Brilliant Forever Track showcasing RZA’s out of this world producing skills during the Forever era. Masses chanting in the back, constantly changing beat with complex layered snares, and the whole Clan capturing the song’s atmosphere while backing up RZA’s hook with self-confident “It’s Yourz” shouts.

Rae’s opening verse will forever be remembered by Wu-heads and is one of the most enjoyable moments on their classic double LP.

Machine gun rap for all my niggaz in the back
Stadium packed, linebacker nigga flashback
See through yellow lines
Rock a fly jersey in the summertime God


The slang rap democrat is followed by a hook that is not only special because of its refreshing style, but mainly because the message itself is so gratifying, fitting the “Wu-Tang Forever” concept to a "T".

It's Yourz!
The world in the palm of your hand
It's Yourz!
Twenty-three million of useful land
It's Yourz!
The seed and the black wo-man
It's Yourz!
Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan
It's Yourz!


Throughout the entire song the beat rolls hard and the generals show no hesitation to stop their lyrical avalanche, with Uey dropping an exceptional verse.

Feel the fumes, consume toxic tunes
Hell bound, species forty ounce typhoon
The ultra-violet scream machine move your body touch
The totem pole wobble Ark builders God rush
Beams of light, stop ya breathin -- it's huntin season
Honey eye-ballin down for no reason

The angry rhyming style RZA is presenting during his verse may be his best out of his darts repertoire and is loaded with unstoppable energy and a fuck-the-world attitude.

Crack your soul like bottles, leave you stiff as models
You fag, you couldn't pull one drag -- off my blunt
You couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag
with scissors in your hands -- bitch, the RZA
I stand close to walls, like number four the lizard


As always INS bombs your speakers with a well-balanced rhyme attack.

Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit
explicit, I crystalize the rhyme so you can sniff it


The final verse by Ghostface ends one of the most memorable Wu-songs ever with so much class and finesse. Only the Gucci sneaks rockin’ Ironman would be able to deliver this worthwhile an ending after all these classic verses.

Avenging eagle crooks rock the "W" and "Spiegel" books
Annheiser Busch kings came through, and stopped your whole jooks
Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes
Painful like hearin the news, like when your man go


BANANAS.

***review by The GFX


#26 Guillotine (Swords) - Only Built For Cuban Linx - 700 pts.

Year:1995
Artists:Inspectah Deck/Ghostface Killah/Raekwon/GZA
Producer:RZA



Top 5 definitely all time in terms of lyrical output. This track has a simple string section in the forefront with a key string in the background which sounds so much like a bee it's scary. Kung fu movie samples for hooks. The whole thing is simple and complex all at the same time. Inspectah, Ghost and Gza all bring some of their finest material here. And also telling is the fact that all the performers come with their signature styles, even if the styles clash with one another creating a "swordfight" if you will....

Decks best verse ever, you don't have to agree, it just is.

Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya phonograph
in half, it be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath


First class leavin mics with a cast
Causin ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast
Run fast, here comes the verbal assaulta
Rhymes runnin wild like a child in a walker
I scored from the inner slums abroad
And my thoughts are razor sharp I sliced the mic from the cord

First they criticize, but now they have become
mentally paralyzed with hits that I devise


Now I testify, the rest is I, Rebel INS
Ya highness, blessed to electrify
with voltage of an eel, truth that I reveal'll
crush the amateurs who screamed to keep it real
Caesar black down hoodied up and fatigues
Part time minor leagues receive third degrees
Attack like a wolf pack, once I pull back
the God-U, and bust through like a fullback

Ghost on some ridiculousness....

Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum computer wizard
Tappin inside my rap vein causes blizzards
Do I like the kills for ice trife like botta digits
Gorillas injected with strength of eighty midgets
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends
Let my peeps in, niggaz gaspin swallowin' aspirins
What a dosage, you overdosed in rap
High explosives my post-its hypnotize with hypnosis
I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers
Record-breaking the album Thriller
Now access the jig who has bombs and rocket launchers
Float like dope killer bees is what I sponsor

Ya entrepeneur, pens and gear like shakespeare
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souveneirs
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers
My career is based on guns, throwin cats in wheelchairs


Etcetera, damage any lame ass competitor
Who try to front, get broken and passed like leathers
Whatever hot hardheads get shattered like mirrors
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic
Blew my family overseas in mansions
If rap was crack, fully packed I be tour cats
Tax the kingpin of the rap drug traffickin
Village niggaz get slapped in Manhattan
for rappin, big Ghost steps off laffin"

Were you just using the Wu-Tang school method against me?
I've learned so many styles, forgive me

Jesus I can barely take it, what's next???

Sit back relax, fake niggaz don't get turns
Watch me massage ya brain with slang that's king
Projects filled with young men cause threats
Who is that? Thousand dollar chains and techs
Focus, the brokest niggaz of life shit
These mics is like cocaine Sun, check the suicidal hype shit
Exchange mad blunts taste the sweepstakes
Keepin up on fakes outta state for cakes
No doubt, plus nobody amount, we making dough off of
Puttin fifty on the Land and Allah, it's like that
Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact just adapt
Tie up, ya black Nike's and tight hats
Corners, stay surrounded with foreigners
Whattup dread? Feds caught you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to jail niggaz with charges
Unify layin in the guard with La
My Clan done ran from Japan to Atlanta, with stamina
Clingers and gamblers, and gram handlers
Tical like the Isle, so God, let's get steamed
Infrared guard yo' Beem, so seek nuff respect
Rude bwoy you bet, keep it movin par shallah
Pro black like tar
Designin the fly shit and stay shinin and
the RZA pours more beats than Cristal's fine wine
Concrete raps go to black
with 50 other niggaz on the other side of the map
Knew it's all good and all done what, we want some
Mike Tyson of this rap shit, pullin out Macs for fun

and GZA kills whoever still has life left....is anybody alive still?

"The nigga don't get mad, I got mad styles of my own
And it's shown when my hands grip the chrome microphone

Verbally I catch bodies with cordless shotties
Intriguin emcees, I keep em trained like potties
I bomb facts, my sword is an axe
to split backs invisible, like dope fiend tracks


Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody knows
How we move like wolfs in sheep clothes
Producin' data, microchips or software
Underground and off air, the Land of the Lost
Notorious henchman from the North
Strikin niggaz where the Mason-Dixon line crossed"

A verbal swordfight to the death that left so many fans decapitated...
__________________

While you were busy dissing Wu like a bitch ass/ I was getting served after sex breakfast/ Yeah, that BBW groupie shit/ can get you served a droopy dick/ fuck what you're speaking/ 'cause I throw W's with Puerto Ricans

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