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#5

Protect Ya Neck

~ Enter the Wu-Tang : 36 Chambers ~
***1319 Points***
5 first place votes

RZA
Inspectah Deck
Raekwon
Method Man
U-God
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ghostface Killah
GZA

Producer: RZA
Track: 10
Time: 4:52








First I would like to say I'm surprised this isn't in the top 3.

Track opens up with some sick ass kung-fu sample with niggas beatin each other up, then you just hear pure hypeness and raw energy.... "Wu-Tang Clan Coming at Ya!!!!" Watch Ya Step Kid......." You know it's about to go down in the next few seconds.......

Inspectah Deck Starts it off crazy not to mention the beat, Rza in his purest form.....

****When you watch the video the track is like 100000000 times iller, you see the rawness, just pure hip-hop being thrown at you, with no restrictions......

***Inspectah Deck on the rooftop/stairwell just looks raw, with Rza beatin niggaz up=== madness!!!!

The flow on this verse is mad ill and Deck just goes off, we may never hear this again...

I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier
The Hell Razah, raisin hell with the flavor
Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan
Swingin through your town like your neighborhood Spider-man

So uhh, tic toc keep tickin
While I get ya flippin off the shit that I'm kickin
The Lone Ranger, code red, danger!
Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart
The vandal, too hot to handle
Ya battle, you're sayin Goodbye like Tevin Campbell
Roughneck, Inspectah Deck's on the set
The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal

Next Raekwon comes in raw but smooth, you can tell by his look he's a mafia nigga just peep the lyrics

The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back relax won't smile
Rae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger
And I'ma get mad deep like a threat, blow up your project
Then take all your assets
Cause I came to shake the frame in half
With the thoughts that bomb, shit like Math!
So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next man
Cause I grab the clip and
Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I got
Goin to war with the meltin pot hot

Method Man goes in Wild as hell you can tell he's going off
he easily steals the spotlight after this verse

It's the Method Man for short Mr. Meth
Movin on your left, aah!
And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat
I wanna break full, cock me back
Small change, they puttin shame in the game
I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame
And like Fame!!, my style'll live forever
Niggaz crossin over, like they don't know no better
But I do, true, can I get a SUUUU!!
Nuff respect due to the one-six-ooh
I mean ohh, yo check out the flow
like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin
Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce
The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me *Cough*


U-God follows up with a 4-bar quicky, I guess this is why he is called the 4 bar killer, he just comes in and leave, (well if you don't know he got booked)....
u can still hear that rawness in his voice though and his verse gets the crowd ready for ODB..


Ooh, what, grab my nut get screwed
Oww, here comes my Shaolin style
Sloop-B and my b Y U
to my crew with the SUUUU!


Next up is the one and only Ason Unique (That's ODB for the youngins on here)
This definitely one of his top verses of all times, he just rips this shit
to shreds, he has a calm flow on this shit but just look at the video....

First things first man you're fuckin with the worst
I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse
I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack
Come fully packed with the fat rugged stack
Shame on you when you stepped through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zu
And I'll be damned if I let any man
Come to my center, you enter, the winter
Straight up and down that shit packed jam
You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man
The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin
Ason Unique rollin with the night of the creeps
Niggaz be rollin with a stash
ain't sayin cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass!

Next up is GFK, on this particular track it took him awhile to actually go off on here, it looks mad dope with him coming out the smoke, this is before he started getting abstract....He starts going off towards the middle of the track..

For cryin out loud my style is wild so book me
Not long is how long that this rhyme took me
Ejectin, styles from my lethal weapon
My pen that rocks from here to Oregon
Here's Mordigan, catch it like a psycho flashback

I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back
I come with shit in all types of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is my stompin grounds
I give a order to my peeps across the water
To go and snatch up props all around the border
And get far like a shootin star
Cause who I are, is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar
Point blank as I kick the square biz
There it is you're fuckin with pros and there it goes


Next up is RZA himself, he already smashed the beat now how does he perform on the mic? Just straight gritty, this is the RZA that we will never hear again so this verse must be cherished, he left this style alone, he just goes off with no remorse with ill lines...

Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that
It's ten o'clock hoe, where the fuck's your seed at?

Feelin mad hostile, ran the apostle
Flowin like Christ when I speaks the gospel

Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buckus style
the ruckus, ten times ten men committin mad sin
Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chin

Slayin boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be)
Comin around the mountain when I come

Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment
My Clan increase like black unemployment

Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius
Take us the fuck outta here


To end the classic track is the GZA genius himself, with a diss about his old label hidden within the rhyme, he's so calm and swift on here but still grimey, his wordplay is significant as well...

The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killer labels
Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doin artists in like Cain did Abel
Now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the table
That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent
Your empire falls and ya lose every cent
For tryin to blow up a scrub
Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
Should of pumped it when I rocked it
Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets
This goes on in some companies
With majors they're scared to death to pump these
First of all, who's your A&R?
A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar?
But he don't know the meaning of dope
When he's lookin for a suit and tie rap
that's cleaner than a bar of soap

And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight
Matter of fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight


Then you just hear karate fighting and then a nigga is about to get his head chopped off in the video, this is Wu-Tang IN IT'S PUREST FORM.........It's a good chance we will NEVER hear this again, this is when WU-Tang couldn't be fucked with at all.. The beat itself is just some raw shit I don't know what sounds Rza used to make this shit but it's classic and the lyrics are just on point, in ya face, smack you type shit...... Protect Ya Neck

***Review by Hollow Dartz


#4

Wu-Gambinos

~ Only Built for Cuban Linx... ~
***1429 Points***
4 first place votes


Raekwon
Ghostface Killah
Method Man
RZA
Masta Killa

Producer: RZA
Track: 16
Time: 5:39
Movie Sample: The Killer


-sorry all I could find was this crudely cut video lol



The best song on any solo effort by the clan is in fact a group effort. The Wu are never better than when in the booth together slamming off each others styles like a sword fight. The intro is once again a drug movie reference (as the whole album is like a drug movie) and what follows is the climax of said movie.

And in our line of work we need all the help we can get
Tony Wind is the name he works for a drug ring in Central America
Who wants to kill him?
No information say yes or no
One point five million
Alright you get what you want money's no object
They're all clean no serial numbers untraceable
And there are explosive head bullets in the clip


Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man
Yo Starks come here, come here Sun
Come here for a minute!

Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up
Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda
Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!
Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!

Get the fuck off it man.
Yo just chill man, pass the Cristal man.
Niggaz is greedy man, damn.
Big ass shits.
Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.
Chill man.


Bobby Steels
Somebody go to the store man

Sup kid?

Get that baking soda.
(Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways
(Noodles) We came off with two mil kid
Fast

(Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)
La cosa nostra
(Johnny Blaze!)
(Lou Diamonds!)
Represent kid.
(Tony Starks)

Universal frontier
(Original blood claat bad bwoys)

Synthesized strings are heard absolutely blaring over a simple piano loop and hard snare hits with a bass line that pounds especially when played in an automobile (the perfect amphitheater for this album). As good as the lyrics are, this beat is head shattering.


After Mef introduces us to the hook that resonates for days pointing out a once great closeness between his brothers

Who come to get you? None. They want guns!
I be the first to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one


He dives right in to his verse with absolutely brilliant metaphors and similes galore. In the end he details how he feels like a man trapped, and backed into a corner, the lone sheriff in an old west town ready to explode. He's paid all his dues except one, and he's ready to accept his fate.

Check it
Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties
Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty
Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably
Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real
Ain't nuttin fraudulent here, we pioneer
Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah
Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you lost it
Information leakin out your faucets, hmmmmm
Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground
There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down
It's the two holster, shit shot smoker
Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster
Wild in the West, a student of my culture
And life is the test, hold up
Let a nigga catch his breath, we still payin dues
And the last one is death, back to the essence
With that shit you stressin, this rap profession
Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin
Isle plus my style, Criminology pays
The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze


Raekwon jumps on the beat with his cracktastic flow...

This goes for niggaz who know
Wu will grow like llello, ley no
Plus coolin in Barbados
Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit
Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit
Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up
Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta
Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas
Suckin his dick, up in the whip long
Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas
Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz
Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah
Jakes beware black rap millionaires
Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year
One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah

In the 3rd verse Rza can't be stopped as he brings some of the quickest and most intelligent flow he has ever spit. I love trying to attempt to sing along but I just can't keep up. He's like an auctioneer on speed.

Solid gold crown is shinin
Solid gold, check it Sun yo
Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds
I be pioneerin the style in the cloud with silver linings
Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected
The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus
Castin stones, crackin two-hundred and six bones
And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone
How dare you approach it with dim pones
The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean
The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it
The Rzarector come to pay your ass a visit
Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general
Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial
Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin
goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin
It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin
Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle


In verse 4 Masta once again provides some of his finer work. When utilized correctly he's the perfect addition to any Wu song, and his utilization is perfect here.

God steppin forth upon holy down of the track
It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack
So I decided to bite down on the mic
So the pain of the track won't deny the fact
That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert
That hurts the individual who tries to visual-ize under
Cuz I strike, like thunder
Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial
Systems are fractured by the killa tactics
Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged
Enter the entity, my vicinity
Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity
Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my
Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so
Feel the force of impact from the iron side of
The gat as I attack the track
From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome
Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome
piece, deceased, laid to rest

The finale exposes Ghost's slang rap in small doses, a hint of whats to come in the future from the Wallaby Clark don. In the end he verbally jabs at an unsuccessful robbery attempt on brinks armor saying...

Them flower heads must have been stupid
Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid
That's jet money, undaground money
Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies


An interesting way indeed to end a song chock full of drug, wild west, and mafioso references.

Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room
Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom
Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath
Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef
So step back, to the lab at, high velocity
My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy
Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo
Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels
The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams
Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams
The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies
Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's
Remember them kids that came off with 8 million
Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions
Them flower heads must have been stupid
Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid
That's jet money, undaground money
Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies


Cosa cosa, come on...

It's a conglomeration of beat and lyrics so impressive and enjoyable, with a replay value so immense, It is easily a Top 5 Track, not just for the Wu, but in Hip Hop altogether. This is a timeless classic.

-beautifulrock

#3

Duel Of The Iron Mic

~ Liquid Swords ~
***2079 Points***
2 first place votes


Ol' Dirty Bastard
GZA

Masta Killa
Inspectah Deck

Producer: RZA
Track: 2
Time: 4:06
Sample: "I'm Afraid the Masquerade is Over"
Movie Sample: Shogun Assassin


-sorry for another shitty vid

Combining the second most corp votes for Liquid Swords, and the third highest point total overall in the surveys, this gritty track catapaulted to the top of the corp 101 not on lyrics or beat alone, but on a simple movie sample that eerily prophesized in a way, the downfall of the Clan.

RZA is a monster on the production, mixing Shogun Assassin samples in the mix with Dirty, shouting on the hook. An elegant piano loop with a simple high hat drum kit and eerie metal percussion twangs engulf the first verse, then break on Deck's verse and eventually return and are accompanied by high electronic screeches. It all builds to a crescendo, and the final movie sample bombshell...

Ohh mad one
We see your trap
You can never escape, your fate
Submit with honor to a duel, with my son

I agree

I see you using an old style, I wondered where you had learned it from
You know very well, its yours too
[yo god, its a duel, its a duel] heh, by the gods, will you show me?
[buck buck buck buck buck buck ] and where do you come for?
[duel of the iron mic ] you come here, since you're so interested
[duel of the iron mic ] fight me
[in the moonlight niggaz I will strike]
[what, what? bring it!]


GZA opens the proceedings in mesmerizing fashion, with a buttload of quoteables. His ingenious rhyme and sinister flow ride the beat like the perfect wave. He is at his peak.

Yo
Picture bloodbaths and elevator shafts
Like these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craft

Check the print, its where veterans spark the letterings
Slow moving mcs is waitin for the editin
The liquid soluble that made up the chemistry
A gaseous element, that burned down your ministry

Herbal vapors, and biblical papers
Smokin' exodus,

every square yard is plush
Fuck the screw-faced photo sessions facial expression
Leaves impressions, try to keep a shark nigga guessin'
Give crazy shouts son heres the outcome
Cut across the semi-gloss rhymes you floss

Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of sterling
Suede-fronts, bell-bottoms, and tri-colored shearlings

I ain't particular, I bang like vehicular homicides
On July 4th in Bed-Stuy
Where money don't grown on trees and theres thievin' emcees
Who cut-throat to rake leaves
They can't breathe, blood splash, rushin' fast
Like runnin' rivers, I be that whiskey in your liver

Dirty's only appearance on the album is this very stong hook...

Duel of the iron mic!
Its the fifty-two fatal strikes!


Masta brings his textbook poetic flow on his verse, his style unflinching and epic in tone.

This is not a eighty-five affair, made clear
When the gods get on to perform storms blew up
Wus up, causin the crowd to self-destruct
Killer bees are stingin somethin while I reveal
Science, thats heavily guarded by the culprit
Bombin your barracks, with aerodynamic
Swordplay, poison darts by the doorway
Minds thats laced with explosive doses
Damagin lyrical launcher
Lunge at the youthful offender then injure
Any contender, testin the murderous master
Could lead to disaster, dynamite thoughts
Explode through your barrier, rips the retina
Who can withstand the astonishing punishing
Stings to the sternum, shocked in the hip-hop livestock
Seekin for a serum, to cure em


You could easily argue this is one of the greatest verses Deck has ever done and you would be right. In just a few short lines he vividly describes the ghetto lifestyle, spinning a metaphorical masterpiece. It's brutally honest and it hits like a jackhammer.

Adults kill for drugs plus the young bucks bust
Duckin' handcuffs, throats get cut when dough rush
Out of town foes look shook but still pose
We move like real pros through the streets we stroll
Bullet holes lace the windows in one-six oh
So control the avenues thats the dream thats sold

Building lobbies are graveyards for small-timers
Bitches caught in airports, keys in they vaginas


No peace, yo the police mad corrupt
You get bagged up, dependin' if you're passin' the cut
Plus shorty's not a shorty no more, hes livin' heartless
Regardless of the charges, claims to be the hardest
Individual, critical thoughts, criminal minded
Blinded by illusion, findin' it confusin'


Duel of the iron mics
[the master, he must be dreaming, heh]
Its that fifty-two fatal strikes [well, if he is dreaming...]
Duel of the iron mics [...then he must be asleep]
Its that fifty-two fatal strikes, nuh [and if he is asleep]
[then I will wake him up!]
[weahhhhaah-hah-hah!]


In 93 they dropped and the World awoke. In 97 they burst through the underground to the top of the stratosphere. And contrary to popular belief, they weren't done yet, they reunited 4 years later after Supreme brought them back to light. They dropped a banger and rushed back a year later for their fans when the world was darkest...But things started to turn, and their fans began to spurn them, as they in turn had spurned the fans at shows and appearences. They suffered through hardships and loss. Finally the 9th member dropped his first bomb and fans ears pricked up as the Wu sound was back. The interest was short lived however, as 06 saw Ghost's classic ignored, and fans lost interest in Mef and Masta's releases quickly. Mef's release did have an interesting twist though, as all the best bangers were RZA produced tracks. Suddenly, there was talk of a reunion album. RZA hooked back up with Loud's Steve Rifkind, they spent months in the studio, and RZA tried to expand the Wu-sound to be more musical.
Rae called RZA a hip-hop hippie.
Deck bitched about his vocals.
Ghost was exactly that on Dirty's tribute.
Mef shuffled before finally siding with Rae....

In the height of their fame and glory, they turned on one another, each struggling in vain for ultimate Supremacy.
In the passion and depth of their struggle the very art,
that had raised them through such rapiant heights was lost
Their techniques, vanished...

Then the Abbot dropped Digi Snacks.
The End?

-beautifulrock



#2

Da Mystery of Chessboxin'

~ Enter the Wu-Tang : 36 Chambers ~
***2229 Points***
6 first place votes

Method Man
U-God
Inspectah Deck
Raekwon
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ghostface Killah
Masta Killah

Producer: RZA/Ol' Dirty Bastard
Track: 6
Time: 4:48
Movie Samples: "Five Deadly Venoms"
"Shaolin & Wu-Tang"



Sometimes you don't need much to get the attention of millions of people. Indeed this is the case with Chessboxin'. A simplistic video full of the Wu in pantyhose ski masks, and a 4 bar dagger to the heart by U-God (THE BEST AND MOST IMPORTANT THING HE HAS EVER DONE PERIOD) and the world was hooked.
"My hip hop will rock and shock the nation like the emancipation proclamation"
...is one of the sweetest and most intelligent, thought provoking and attention getting things ever laid to wax, and that's just one line!

Move forward to Deck's verse, and we have a man vexed due to his environment and he's not gonna take it! You come sweatin', stressin', contestin' and you get a samurai sword in your belly. If you're fake? Well how does a chalk body outline sound? Those two lines rhyme so well, Dr. Suess just rolled over in his grave and died again.

Raekwon has no forgiveness for commercialism (the Wu mantra) and those who want to try to test his meddle should just walk on by. His crew goes after not just you, but your father gets a courtesy hit too!

In verse four and Dirty comes incredibly correct with the dirty style he invented and nobody else has ever come close to reproducing. "Jacques Cousteau could never get this low" is a brilliant omage to the greatest deep sea diver whose popularity in the world of oceanography rivals that of Michael Jordan in the world of basketball. Dirty also explains what it takes to "Enter the Wu Tang". You just have to replicate his style and the style of his brethren. Okay that's impossible, nobody's getting in!

Advancing to Ghost's verse with proper introduction by Dirty, the masked wonder brings a new meaning to verbal threat. Indeed even fans who feel Ghost has fallen off and become commercial can't deny that this is some of his finest work. I hear all the time "Why can't Ghost be more like he was on Chessboxin'?" His inflections and flow are at their apex here, I admit, bringing an intensity that recently he has tried to revive, but retrieving perfection isn't easy friends.

The last verse by Masta is what I fiended for while waiting ever-patiently for No Said Date to be released. His poetry on the mic all flows together so smoothly that one wonders if he is ever gonna stop to take a breath. He keeps going like the Energizer bunny showing a rare side to his game and finishing the lyrics by issuing an open challenge to all emcees before laying the caveat that they will walk away limping from the mic if they try. Again, some of HIS finest work as well.

Mef provides the hook which is a call to arms to his brothers who respond in kind to his shout outs. Everybody has at one point or another rose up right along with Mef to shout these words. Fantastic hook.

The beat which is composed mainly of snare raps and base hits melds perfectly with the Chinese mandolin string sample, but the real attraction here is the "ooooh ah ooooh ah" hummimg rhythmically in unison to the melody. Actually much more can be said about this beat, but I don't want to overshadow the lyrics which are priceless and paramount to the success of this song as well as the Wu.

The game of chess, is like a sword fight
You must think first, before you move
Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon
When it's properly used, it's almost invincible



Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia
Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia
My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation
like the Emancipation Proclamation

Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead
you might as well run into the wall and bang your head
I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin'
I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains


Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire
Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah
I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from
is comin through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns
so if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contestin
you'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection
Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk
Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk
A man vexed, is what the projects made me
Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me
Steamrollin' niggaz like a eighteen wheeler
with the drunk driver drivin', there's no survivin'


Ruff like Timberland wear, yeah
Me and the Clan, and yo the Landcruisers out there
Peace to all the crooks, all the niggaz with bad looks
Bald heads, braids, blow this hook
We got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs
Black axe, drug dealin' styles in phat stacks
I only been a good nigga for a minute though
cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo
I got beef wit commercial-ass niggaz with gold teeth
lampin' in a Lexus eatin' beef
Straight up and down don't even bother
I got forty niggaz up in here now, who kill niggaz fathers


My peoples are you with me where you at?
In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack
my peoples are you with me where you at?
Smokin meth hittin caps on the block with the gats


Here I go, deep type flow
Jacque Cousteau could never get this low..I'm
cherry bombin shits... BOOM
Just warmin up a little bit, vroom vroom
Rappinin is what's happenin
Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clappin and
At the party when I move my body
Gotta get up, and be-eeeee somebody!
Grab the microphone put strength to the bone
DUH-DUH-DUH...enter the Wu-Tang zone
Sure enough when I rock that stuff
Guff puff?? I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff
rough, kickin rhymes like Jim Kelly
or Alex Haley im a Mi-..Beetle Bailey rhymes
comin raw style, hardcore
Niggaz be comin to the hip-hop store
Comin to buy gro-cery from me
Tryin to be a hip-hop MC
The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang
You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang
Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck
Dirty Hoe gettin low wit his flow
Introducin, the Ghost..face.. Killah!!
No one could get illa


Speakin of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the shit right
Mega trife, and yo I killed you in a past life
On the mic while you was kickin that fast shit
You reneged tried again, and got blasted
Half mastered ass style mad ruff task
When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask
Remember that shit? I know you don't remember jack
That night yo I wuz hittin like a spiked bat
and then you thought I was bugged out, and crazy
strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy
Yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs
Never shot thugs, I'm runnin with thugs that flood mugs
So grab your eight plus one, start flippin and trippin
Niggaz is jettin I'm lickin off son


Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!!

Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty
What justifies the homicide, when he dies?
In his own iniquity it's the
Master of the Mantis Rapture comin at cha
We have an APB on an MC Killer
Looks like the work of a Master
Evidence indicates that's it's stature
Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture
The flow, changes like a chameleon
Plays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger
This technique attacks the immune system
Disguised like a lie paralyzin the victim
You scream, as it enters your bloodstream
Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain
Novin on a nigga with the speed of a centipede
and injure

ANY MOTHERFUCKIN' CONTENDER

-B.Rock


All doubts can be put to rest. The highest point totals in the polls, the most #1 and top 20 votes in the surveys. There is absolutely no doubt at all that this song has affected many in the Corp in some way.

Drumroll.........













#1

C.R.E.A.M.
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me)

~ Enter the Wu-Tang : 36 Chambers ~
***2633 Points***
13 first place votes



Method Man
Inspectah Deck
Raekwon


Producer: RZA
Track: 8
Time: 4:12
Sample: "As Long as I've Got You" - The Charmels


Arguably the best song (a classic among classics) on arguably the greatest hip hop album of all time, CREAM not only symbolizes the dream of inner city youth trapped in a dark world, but symbolically became the dream itself. The popularity of Wu-Tang Clan's second single, skyrocketed the group from underground obscurity to mainstream smash and vaulted the Clan and Hip-Hop music as a whole to a new renaissance. The terrible nightmare described in the eloquent words of Raekwon And Inspectah Deck was a thing of the past and the dream they had strived for was upon them.





A sample of "As long as I've got you" by the Charmells does the heavy lifting on the beat which is composed of low piano notes on a repeating loop, soulful horns, and humming "ooohooohooh"s and "yeaheaheah"s. RZA's decision to take all the best parts of the song, deconstruct them, and then rebuild them from the ground up payed huge dividends and bridged the gap between young and old musically as a more soulful sound was created. To me this is the true "birth" of the soul sound or at least the apex of it, which is being copied today by Grammy winning artists such as Kanye. This sound resonates for days if not years amongst its most avid of fans. Perfection.

As much as the music impacts you, it pales in comparison to the lyrics which are incredibly powerful. Raekwon weaves a story vivid and full of feeling, describing the decisions good and bad that led him to where he is today. He is unbelievably personal, revealing parts of his youth that most would just assume keep to themselves. This is my favorite Raekwon verse. Perfection.

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
At second hands, moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one
And that one, pullin out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick ass click and went all out
Catchin keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now


Inspectah Deck's verse is quite possibly the single best Hip-Hop verse I've ever heard. It is both a concession and a struggle to the dark world that he was created in. At times he sounds distraught, beaten, and ready to give up. At the climax he shrugs off all that plagues him as he comes to the realization "it gots to be accepted, That what? That life is hectic", a realization that many in the world have trouble accepting, much less shrugging off. It is both heartbreaking as well as disturbing, an eye-opening venture into a world not seen by outsiders. Perfection.

'It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not... could not...
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin -- going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base
Smokin bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may help you maintain
to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hectic"


With lyrics that beg to be learned and repeated and a hook sung by a gritty-voiced Method man this song has ultimate replay value and mind blowing appeal.

C.
ash R.ules E.verything A.round M.e
CREAM get the money
Dolla Dolla bill y'all


"Wu started a lot of slangs and this is the first one that circulated globally and til this day is used by countless MCs let alone the masses on the regular." - Tekunique

15 years after it's release and it's still as popular as ever. The song is a benchmark for Wu-Tang supremacy. It cracked many top 100 hip hop singles of all time lists as well as the billboard hot 100 singles charts. It spans time, age and gender. It spans the globe. Massive appeal. Perfection.

This is YOUR #1












Thanks to ALL who helped with this, and supported this project....

TomB
Ben the Magmificent
GFX-digi-king
Tekunique
Shizzah
Whers
Prolifical ENG
Wadedigital
TAURO DA GRIM LATIN
Hollow Darts
6x6 Chambaz
Hellspawn
The Wolf
FirmHandshakah

sorry if I forgot anyone





#101 Buck 50 - Supreme Clientele - 279 pts.
#100 Biscuits - The Pretty Toney Album - 279.5 pts.
#99 Damage - Return to the 36 Chambers : The Dirty Version - 280 pts.
#98 I Can't Go to Sleep - The W - 281 pts.
#97 The Birth - Birth of a Prince - 281.5 pts.
#96 Mic Trippin' - Beneath the Surface - 282 pts.
#95 Unspoken Word - RZA as Bobby Digital in Stereo - 294 pts.
#94 Gravel Pit - The W - 295 pts.
#93 Nigga Please - Nigga Please - 298 pts.
#92 Y'all Been Warned - Iron Flag - 300 pts.
#91 Severe Punishment - Wu-Tang Forever - 302 pts.
#90 Rawhide - Return to the 36 Chambers : The Dirty Version - 304 pts.
#89 Wildflower - Ironman - 307 pts.
#88 Labels - Liquid Swords - 309 pts.
#87 Knowledge God - Only Built for Cuban Linx - 310 pts.
#86 Execute Them - The Swarm - 312 pts.
#85 Fam (Member's Only) - Legend of a Liquid Sword - 324 pts.
#84 Got Your Money - Nigga Please - 327 pts.
#83 Ghost Deini - Supreme Clientele - 327.5 pts. (1)
#82 Brooklyn Babies - Digital Bullet - 329 pts.
#81 Iron Flag/The Glock - Iron Flag - 329.5 pts.
#80 Apollo Kids - Supreme Clientele - 331 pts.
#79 The Table - Immobilarity - 332 pts.
#78 What the Blood Clot - Tical - 333 pts.
#77 Older Gods - Wu-Tang Forever - 334 pts.
#76 Protect Ya Neck (The Jump Off) - The W - 334.5 pts.
#75 Wolves - 8 Diagrams - 347 pts.
#74 Iron Maiden - Ironman - 347.5 pts.
#73 Beneath the Surface - Beneath the Surface - 354.5 pts.
#72 Bells of War - Wu-Tang Forever - 357 pts.
#71 Daytona 500 - Ironman - 362 pts.
#70 Protect Ya Neck II (In the Zoo) - Return to the 36 Chambers : The Dirty Version - 367 pts.
#69 Fish - Ironman - 367.5 pts.
#68 R.A.G.U. - Fishscale - 372 pts.
#67 A Day to God is 1000 Years - Birth of a Prince - 367.5 pts.
#66 Mef vs. Chef - Tical - 379 pts.
#65 I Gotcha Back - Liquid Swords - 381 pts. (1)
#64 Dangerous Grounds - Tical 2000 : Judgment Day - 384 pts.
#63 Uzi (Pinky Ring) - Iron Flag - 396 pts.
#62 Presidential MC - 4:21...The Day After - 398 pts.
#61 Nutmeg - Supreme Clientele - 398.5 pts.
#60 Silverbacks - No Said Date - 405 pts.
#59 Investigative Reports - Liquid Swords - 406 pts.
#58 Street Corner - Made in Brooklyn - 409 pts.
#57 Careful (Click, Click) - The W - 411 pts.
#56 All That I Got Is You - Ironman - 414 pts.
#55 NYC Everything - RZA as Bobby Digital in Stereo - 416 pts.
#54 Heaterz - Wu-Tang Forever - 422 pts.
#53 The Turn - Tical 0 : The Prequel - 423 pts.
#52 All I Need - Tical - 428 pts.
#52-R I'll Be There for You/You're All I Need to Get By
(Puff Daddy remix)
- Single/B-side

#51 No Said Date - No Said Date - 436 pts.
#50 School - No Said Date - 439 pts.
#49 Mighty Healthy - Supreme Clientele - 450 pts.
#48 Heaven + Hell - Only Built for Cuban Linx - 451 pts.
#47 Judgement Day - Tical 2000 : Judgment Day - 460 pts.
#46 Cold World - Liquid Swords - 467 pts.
#45 Domestic Violence - RZA as Bobby Digital in Stereo - 469 pts.
#44 Black Jesus - Ironman - 472 pts.
#43 For Heaven's Sake - Wu-Tang Forever - 489 pts.
#42 Living in the World Today - Liquid Swords - 491 pts.
#41 Impossible - Wu-Tang Forever - 508 pts.
#40 Iron God Chamber - Made in Brooklyn - 512 pts. (1)
#39 One - Supreme Clientele - 525 pts.
#38 Killa Hillz 10304 - Liquid Swords - 537 pts.
#37 Assassination Day - Ironman - 580 pts.
#36 Tearz - Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) - 586 pts.
#35 Clan in Da Front - Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) - 601 pts.
#34 Snakes - Return to the 36 Chambers : The Dirty Version - 627 pts.
#33 Holocaust (Silkworm) - RZA as Bobby Digital in Stereo - 629 pts.
#32 M.E.T.H.O.D. Man - Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) - 634 pts.
#31 Wu Banga 101 - Supreme Clientele - 637 pts.
#30 Release Yo Delf - Tical - 643 pts. (2)
#29 Shame on a Nigga - Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) - 653 pts.
#28 Mr. Sandman - Tical - 689 pts.
#27 It's Yourz - Wu-Tang Forever - 692 pts.
#26 Guillotine (Swords) - Only Built For Cuban Linx - 700 pts.
#25 A Better Tomorrow - Wu-Tang Forever - 716 pts.
#24 Winter Warz - Ironman - 718 pts.
#23 Can It Be All So Simple - Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) - 724 pts.
#22 Rainy Dayz - Only Built for Cuban Linx - 730 pts.
#21 Hellz Wind Staff - Wu-Tang Forever - 753 pts.
#20 Verbal Intercourse - Only Built for Cuban Linx - 755 pts.
#19 Shimmy Shimmy Ya - Return to the 36 Chambers : The Dirty Version - 774 pts.
#18 Ice Cream - Only Built for Cuban Linx - 788 pts.
#17 Bring Da Ruckus - Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) - 821 pts. (1)
#16 Reunited - Wu-Tang Forever - 840 pts.
#15 Liquid Swords - Liquid Swords - 853 pts.
#14 Incarcerated Scarfaces - Only Built for Cuban Linx- 864 pts.
#13 Brooklyn Zoo - Return to the 36 Chambers : The Dirty Version - 903 pts.
#12 Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin' to Fuck Wit' - Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) - 968 pts.
#11 Glaciers of Ice - Only Built for Cuban Linx - 1054 pts.
#10 Bring The Pain ~Tical~ 1117 pts./ 1 first place vote
#9 Shadowboxin' ~Liquid Swords~ 1149 pts. /1 first place vote
#8 Criminology ~Only Built For Cuban Linx...~ 1196 pts.
#7 Triumph ~Wu-Tang Forever~ 1254 pts. /5 first place votes
#6 ~4th Chamber ~Liquid Swords~ 1283 pts. /6 first place votes

#5
Protect Ya Neck

~ Enter the Wu-Tang : 36 Chambers ~

***1319 Points***/5 first place votes

#4
Wu-Gambinos
~ Only Built for Cuban Linx... ~
***1429 Points***/4 first place votes


#3
Duel Of The Iron Mic
~ Liquid Swords ~

***2079 Points***/2 first place votes


#2
Da Mystery of Chessboxin'
~ Enter the Wu-Tang : 36 Chambers ~
***2229 Points***
/6 first place votes

#1
C.R.E.A.M. (Cash Rules Everything Around Me)
~ Enter the Wu-Tang : 36 Chambers ~

***2633 Points***
/13 first place votes
__________________

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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