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    Ok, so I color coordinated the highlighted verses in case anybody cares, it goes

    red = RZA
    lime = GZA
    cyan = Ghostface Killah
    gold = U-God
    orange = Ol' Dirty Bastard
    magenta = Raekwon
    silver = Masta Killa
    purple = Method Man
    Blue = Inspectah Deck
    green = Cappadonna,Streetlife,Affiliates





    #101 Buck 50 - Supreme Clientele - 279 pts.

    Year:2000
    Artists:Method Man/Ghostface Killah/Cappadonna/Redman
    Producer:RZA


    I heard the corp is bout that, psychotherapy, we all buggin' where the couch at?


    Wu til they bury me...


    A last chance entry in the polls, the fans decided it was too good to be left off. What you essentially have here is a bass driven sample with overlapping bells/whistles and an occasional guitar riff, which is great, but not compared to the lyrics. Mef, Cappa, Redman, and Ghost destroy the track lyrically and many quotable lines are left to sift through. A favorite of mine is Red's "Your weed got more seeds than ODB, can't smoke wit cha HUUUUAAAAHH!!!" One of Ghost's key career moments in buck 50 is

    "starks with the parcheesi face, measly pace
    ol' face ghostface, jump out the window for a little taste

    the droopy look, my main bitches call me lazy
    educated birds say ghost you so crazy!


    followed by... "there's no love to be found".-FH

    Ghost's humorous side is exposed, and a new dimension to his game is shown to fans, who previously had witnessed him as simply just a battle-rapper.

    The ending hook, like so many designed on Mef based tracks is incredibly memorable and demands replays.


    "The F'n Wu will open ya"


    fav lines - "Tyco nightglow velvet pose, special effects
    High-tech armors merc you at the shows
    Supercalifragalisticexpialidocious
    Dociousaliexpifragalisticcalisuper
    Cancun, catch me in the room, eatin grouper.."

    "Shoe fly shoo, Wally Don Clark crew
    Fuck y'all wanna do? Crack a brew, smoke an L or two
    And flip like (HUH)
    Killin for the whole click is sick like (HUH)
    You and your stank bitch eat a dick like (HUH)
    Baby shake your shit, girl you're thick like (HUH)
    Gettin rich like (HUH) Yeah.."




    #100 Biscuits - The Pretty Toney Album - 279.5 pts.

    Year:2004
    Artists:Ghostface Killah/Trife
    Producer:True Master


    High grand piano notes accompanied by a muffled horn sample provide the upbeat atmosphere for this extremely visually descriptive ghost song, one of the better True Master productions. An off key hook which Ghost has used before effectively (Theodore) drives the hook, which demands a loud sing along.


    Call ya bluff, ya'll faggots don't want no beef, grind ya teeth and just roll with it, don't risk it, fuck around a be a statistic...


    Both the hook and the beat are very addictive as is Trife's verse which to me is his breakout record, showing just how good he can be, and is a clear reason why Trife has become Ghost's affiliate wing-man.

    fav line- "We gon' -- we gon' get our money
    If he front, they gon' read about the rocks in his tummy
    Mouth was red, socks was bloody, fuck all the talkin'
    Safety off and shit, crept out, "What up money? Freeze!"
    Don't move, turn around, act like James Brown
    And get down! Get slapped with the put down
    Wasn't you the same clown? Uptown, yappin'
    I keep big Shirley on my side, so What's Happenin'?"




    #99 Damage - Return to the 36 Chambers : The Dirty Version - 280 pts.

    Year:1995
    Artists:Ol' Dirty Bastard/GZA
    Producer:RZA/4th Disciple


    A battle rap song to the fullest with Dirty and the Genius trading shots like a John Woo film. The beat is so dark and grimey with odd sounds filling the soundscape

    You'll be wishing ya fuckin' ass stayed home and played Yahtzee

    Quotables engulf this song in which we get the first glimpse of Genius' kids who intro the song.

    fav lines - "I got the asiatic flow mixed with disco
    roll up on the scene like the count of Monte Crisco
    and MC's start to vanish
    I stepped up to a jet black kid, started speakin spanish!
    Yo he wasn't from Panama
    I asked him how he get so dark, the nigga said suntama!"

    "Or watchin Happy Days sweatin Potsie
    with Ralphie and Richie Cunningham, Joni and Chachi"




    #98 I Can't Go to Sleep - The W - 281 pts.

    Year:2000
    Artists:Ghostface Killah/RZA/Isaac Hayes
    Producer:RZA


    A heavily used sample Walk on By, by Isaac Hayes as well as an added chorus by Hayes himself cements this as a can't miss classic from the Wu's third album. Social consciousness is spewed throughout with Rza and Ghost hammering home the lyrics with Ghost paying homage...


    Peace to Biggie Tupac Big L and Big Pun


    ...while Rza mentions assassinated civil rights leaders...

    They shot Malcolm in the chest front of his little seeds
    Jesse watched, as they shot King on the balcony


    The impact of the words is actually bigger than the song itself, and that's saying a whole lot.

    fav lines-"Stop at the cheeba spot, then pass the leak spot
    So past y'all niggaz again, you took a cheap shot
    Not knowin FUCKIN WITH ME, you get your meat chopped
    YOU THOUGHT WE FELL ON OUR FACE? YOU NEED TO BE STOPPED
    CALL ON THE CHARIOTS, CALL ON AN AMBULANCE
    YOU BETTER SMILE MY NIGGA, YOU ON CANDID CAM"

    "I can't go to sleep, I can't shut my eyes
    They shot the father at his mom's building seven times
    They shot Malcolm in the chest front of his little seeds
    Jesse watched, as they shot King on the balcony
    Exported Marcus, Garvey cause he tried to spark us
    with the knowledge of ourselves, and our forefathers
    Ohh Jacqueline you heard the rifle shots cracklin
    Her husband head in her hair, you tried to put it back in
    AMERICA'S WATCHIN, BLOOD STAINED INK BLOTCHES
    MEDGAR TOOK ONE TO THE SKULL FOR INTERGRATING COLLEGE
    WHAT'S THE SCIENCE? SOMEBODY? THIS IS TRICK KNOWLEDGE
    THEY TRY TO KEEP US ENSLAVED AND STILL SCRAPE FOR DOLLARS"



    #97 The Birth - Birth of a Prince - 281.5 pts.

    Year:2003
    Artists:RZA
    Producer:Bronze Nazareth


    The first of two Bronze Nazareth productions from BOAP to make the list, This beat is slow and melancholy matching the extremely conscious RZA lyrics perfectly,


    We the people, supposed to be equal
    But the men who wrote that, they was evil


    ...bellows RZA in a cracked and sorrowful voice, seeming barely able to hold it together. Warning, this song is not for everybody, those not wanting to hear a different version of that written in textbooks may find RZA's rantings ridiculous.

    fav lines - "We the people, supposed to be equal
    But the men who wrote that, they was evil
    Slave owners, who did not include us
    They just used us, and abused us
    First they trick you, then mentally kill you
    And use technologies, to rebuild you"

    "Yo, as a life can be slowed down 20 frames per second
    Seen through Panavision
    The inner light inside my mind's shines expands the prism
    A man of wisdom, victorious and the glorious"



    #96 Mic Trippin' - Beneath the Surface - 282 pts.

    Year:1999
    Artists:GZA
    Producer:Mathematcs


    Here a fairly simplistic overlapping drum and vibrating string sample with breaks and voice samples scratched in sets the mood for The Genius' visceral lyrics and hard hitting hooks


    Adjust this, til its EQ'ed like never
    Watch a mega watt bang spot, raise the lever


    Along Ghost's and Rae's lines of slang style, GZA does a nice job here with lyrics that are very interpretive.

    fav lines- "The decoy, scan this with high tech radar
    Til my mic strike, leave a state-size crater"

    "First lesson came from the session, room one
    From the longest awaited, but the strongest made it
    Complex, complicated, compressed elongated
    Homicidial sub-title"



    #95 Unspoken Word - RZA as Bobby Digital in Stereo - 294 pts.

    Year:1998
    Artists:RZA
    Producer:RZA


    What can you say about these lyrics? People will dissect them for years to come. Rza gives a stern warning to those listening...


    We see a snake in the garden, we get rid of you

    The beat is simple repeating voice sample and low short string jabs, easy but very effective. Not the highlight though, once again the lyrics are.

    lyrics - "Yo, yo it's the unspoken word
    You not heard, get your brains open
    Controlled emotions freewill
    as the same token
    Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal
    We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two

    Word's on the street Dunn Dunn Bobby's goin Digital
    Hoverin the city inside the Wonder Woman's invisible jet
    Clouded by the Meth we move undetected
    in secret society sects, NARC's radar
    suspected us to be a cumulus cloud, ejectin lightning
    Strikin like a wild knuckle fight, in New Brighton
    A million strands of spider webs weaved to make my vest
    The energy compacted deep within, my inner chest
    One touch of my eagle claw clutch, rips your guts
    Brass head kill you fast with a rapid, head bust
    Ninjas spyin, the ammo flyin, the steel iron
    Blow a nigga neck from his head, like dandelions
    My team is a magazine of M-16's
    But we calmly, defeat your army, by blowin steam
    Noisy as a thousand barkin dogs, rap's sweat hogs
    Welcome back to the catalogue, hip-hop cyborg
    Bobby Digital, keyboard clogged bitch you analog
    We blowin smoke creatin Scooby Doo fogs
    Escape cell block eight's my tape on the rocks
    Sean Connery, calmly bombin MC's, who stuck on my phenomenon
    Word up, no hurry up, for the merrier
    You worry Duck, you get touched by the razor cut
    You feel the flurry huh, don't worry yo
    You get cut by the razor, yo, yo, yo yo

    The Wu rag tied around your head, like a doo rag
    Carry large black guns in small school bags
    Funeral date, will be engraved on the wall, in roman numerals
    The Looney Tune niggaz I be rollin with, be screwin you
    Quick to make a nigga shit in his pants, with one glance
    Laid back like a fat Huffy bike, on the kickstands
    My Clan'll make the most hardrock chump turn to glass
    and shatter, leave no traces of your matter
    You kids playin hot feet, wait til you go to sleep I pull your teeth
    I'm vegetarian BITCH, I don't need the beef
    So how I spell relief? Ruler Z, Arm Leg Leg Arm Head
    B.O.B.B.Y.
    You don't qualify
    You don't have supply
    It's a natural high

    It's Bobby Digital, word you can't ridicule
    We see a snake in the garden, we get rid of you

    (Bobby you be on that bullshit) ALL THE TIME
    (With them big words and shit) I FREE Y'ALL NIGGAZ MINDS
    (What the fuck you think you are some king or somethin
    Motherfucker you ain't shit, high profilin)

    Yo, yo, my enemies of the Killa Bee Clan's founds their peers
    Buried for a thousand years, or drowned in tears
    My unpredictable lyrics straight, and spine tingling
    like slime from a baby's mouth, bitch niggaz you be lingerin
    Bobby bobs panties from bitches with big asses
    (Bobby you be buggin!) Girl my mind flashes
    My seeds be royal, niggaz sweat muslim oil
    My Earth gave birth to the fertile crescent soil
    No time for fragile planet for small wombs
    My dick bust a universe, my nuts weigh a moon, stay in tune
    Champagne thoughts with Bud Light money, blunts dipped in honey
    Digital, make the gloomiest day feel sunny
    Slang slides slashes for him plan record upon the Lord
    Confuse you like a forty-eight track mixboard
    Milli phaser blast a hole in your back the size of moon craters
    These anti-crucified on my Technic crossfader
    Fuck the bloodshed, you be leakin your soul
    Physical mental emotion we will control
    Infinite darts I apply to your back, like horse brandin
    I clear a thousand men with a jaw of an assbone, black Samson

    It's Bobby Digital, word you can't ridicule
    See a snake in the garden, we get rid of you
    Slimy savages, against the Digital
    Fuck you Analog, the shit is critical

    Bobby Digital, word you can't ridicule
    See a snake in the garden, we get rid of you
    You slimy savages, shit is gettin critical
    Fuck you Analog niggaz we be Digital

    Bobby Digital
    Word up fuck that (Bobby Digital!)



    #94 Gravel Pit - The W - 295 pts.

    Year:2000
    Artists:RZA/Method Man/Ghostface Killah/Raekwon/U-God/Madame Majestic
    Producer:RZA


    Even though it finished poorly, I'm gonna use my old review because I still think it's very important to the catalog.

    Never has a Wu-tang song sparked such controversy and debate, internally amongst its hardest of hardcore fans. I am of the opinion that any song or form of media that invokes an emotion, whether good or bad, is great. Did the Wu sell out? Did they cave in to external pressures, the pressure to be a hit making machine? Did they go back on their promise to never bow to commercialism? I believe that the answer to those questions is up to the fans to decide.

    Just about everything on here is an expansion of who they are and what they could do. I think a lot of where the whole controversy started could be traced back to RZA's decision to use a hi-hat on the beat which almost forces his lyricists to do double-time on the mic, something which made them work even harder than they were normally used to. The result is a more polished less raw sound than fans had become accustomed to on Wu-Tang Forever and 36 Chambers. Personally, I think its better to be over-polished, than under, like the sloppy "conditioner" is. But where the sound of the beat and lyrics may suggest commercial concession the lyrics themselves suggest otherwise. Mef eloquently states in his verse

    "Can't stand niggas that floss too much, Can't stand Bentleys they cost too much",


    a line that encompasses Mef's feelings from the very beginning of his career on hip hop artists who flaunt their money, but don't use it wisely, and bring nothing of artistic value to the mic. If Ghost is conceding to commercialism in the second verse, why would he drop so much of his signature slang rap that the general music listening public knows nothing about? Only Wu-heads bother to digest his lyrics so they had to be for them right? The first two verses don't come close to telling the whole story like U-God's does. He details a spiraling circle of jealousy ,then biting, then hating that goes on with the Wu. First comes envious emcees who try to mimic their style and the same emcees are coming back around after the fact blasting Wu saying they can't move a crowd? Well this song is a crowd mover. There, U-God "Grabbed the mic with no excuses". Happy? Some are some aren't and that's more than okay. All families need a shake up now and then to get the blood fired up.

    With the oh so familiar Armstrong trumpets introducing the song you know its Wu right away. The hook does what it's supposed to snaring the listener in and almost forcing a sing along. Flutes mix with the hi-hat and snare raps perfectly creating a groove that is incredibly addicting. The music world thought so too, as it flew to the top of the 106 + Park music countdown to become #1 two weeks in a row. This was another reason it was blasted amongst Wu-Tang's hardcore fans, as 106 + Park's audience is primarily a mainsteam one. However I feel the decision to put the song on the countdown was mainly due to the video itself, which is so far outside the box compared to the one-dimensional cliche'ed videos that were flooding the airwaves at the times. Extravagant set-pieces and wardrobes highlighted a live-action flintstone-esque video which showcased the T.V. watching, lighter side of the Wu Tang personality. A sharp contrast from the lyrics which suggest something much darker. While the real fans would hear and see the entire picture, the dumb would mostly be intrigued by the drum. And indeed they were.......Love it or hate it this is a great song.

    fav lines-"Follow me, Wu-Tang gotta be
    The best thing since Starks in Clark Wallabees"

    "pass the blunt
    My nigga don't front
    You had it for a minute but it seem like a month"

    "The world's greatest, Las Vegas, paid as rock
    Skin painted on my face look ageless
    Perfect combos, Ghost bang out condos
    Jeff from Hamo, ex three bangos
    Bancos, stank hoes in plain clothes
    Change those, bang those, same old, same old"

    "Admire the greats, on fire wit a heart of hate
    Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy darts that quake
    It's okay, all fakes, get caught by the dropkicks
    You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill
    Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits...
    On the go, check the flow, sayin Wu don't rock shit...
    Stop quick, hold the gossip, stop sweatin my pockets
    I hear the hot shit"



    #93 Nigga Please - Nigga Please - 298 pts.

    Year:1999
    Artists:Ol' Dirty Bastard/RZA
    Producer:RZA


    An eclectic Rza beat, both Dirty-ish especially on the hooks and Wu-tang-ish on the verses features blaring horns and soft guitar notes. The percussion never takes over the song allowing Dirty to be as crazy and loud as he wants, and his legendary inflections are all over the place


    Kill all the government microchips in my body
    I'm the paranoid nigga at your party


    as are his personal revelations about his personal life, which ultimately leads to the saddest part of the sond, the ending outro by RZA, and an announcement of a project never realized, The Abbot and the crazy Monk.

    fav lines-"I dead niggas like a dog buries a bone
    You could never set me up I raise the pain volume
    Nominate me, as presidential MC
    My career so intelligent unique physique"

    "I'm immune to all viruses
    I get the cocaine it cleans out my sinuses
    Just for slinging *nuh* I get a quarter a mil
    I'll have it raining ice drops the size of automobiles"



    #92 Y'all Been Warned - Iron Flag - 300 pts.

    Year:2001
    Artists:Method Man/RZA/Inspectah Deck/Raekwon/Masta Killa
    Producer:True Master



    A repeating almost Killarmy-llike beat rumbles with eerie sounds scattered on the track, Mef kills the hook which is very memorable,

    Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
    Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon

    Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long
    Can't wait until ya fake ass gone

    Y'all Been Warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
    Y'all Been Warned, You either step or get stepped upon
    Nigga, uh-oh! I think they're playin our song
    Lit blunts, Clan in Da Front, sayin "It's on!"

    but it's not all hook because in the third verse we are surprised by Raekwon and Masta Killa bouncing off each other ala Red and Mef, Raekwon really goes off here, one of his best especially flow-wise and voice intonation. Oh yeah, and like on most group tracks, Deck is simply ridiculous.

    fav lines- "The mad doctor, stay locked in the O-R
    In too deep, beyond reach of the sonar
    Still a vet, say my name next to hall of fame
    Hurtin third string players, first day in the game
    It's on, son, the Killa Bee swarm come
    Make the world shake with one continuous drum"

    "Wave ya gun, Killa (I got you)
    Shoot this nigga in his face fast, mumblin (I heard y'all forgot Wu)
    Wear ya crown, black down (Watch the block too)
    Blow at y'all niggas (Blowin at the cops too)
    Eh-yo, my Wallets stay Bulletproofs racin in Coups, yea we the realest
    Ultraviolet leathers on, pealin this, love lookin the illest
    Gorilla things, monster background with a history
    You're pumpin crack, yap clowns, we all real in here
    Strap a bomb on a family member, let y'all niggas know we here
    Blasted, it's like cheeba when I splashed it
    Real reefer heads'll know the meanin of hittin glass
    I told y'alls, against y'all, Ginsengs, avenge Gods
    Picture me stabbin you in the yard for R's
    Kid saw Staten, nine Bin Ladens
    Valors on, colorful draws, lookin all relaxed in"



    #91 Severe Punishment - Wu-Tang Forever - 302 pts.

    Year:1997
    Artists:U-God/GZA/Raekwon/RZA/Masta Killa
    Producer:RZA


    Dark, dirty, grimey, twisted, sick, insane.... all the words you can think of, but raw describes it best. This song brings out the inner evil in me. All 5 emcees who spit on this do so without reservations or holding back. No concessions no fluff, just raw. The hook is simply one of the best Kung-fu samples ever laid to wax...


    I despise your killing, and raping
    You're... despicable

    Are you, my judge?

    It's just... you should be punished
    I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?

    Everybody is very good here but RZA in particular shines, His surreal yet self-conscious lyrics must be digested and examined, they're just that intriguing.

    fav lines - "Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands
    used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands"

    "Fabulous establishment metabolism, Blackfoot Indian
    Cherokee started out smaller than amphibian
    Then grew to a physical body with five meridian"



    #90 Rawhide - Return to the 36 Chambers : The Dirty Version - 304 pts.

    Year:1995
    Artists:Ol' Dirty Bastard/Method Man/Raekwon
    Producer:RZA


    An off beat yet goofy (matching Ol' Dirty's sense of style) melody along with an interpolation of the song Rawhide by the Blues Brothers on the hook makes this an excellent addition to the Top 101. Dirty provides one of the funniest lines in the history of hip hop...


    I came out my momma pussy -- I'm on welfare
    Twenty-six years old -- still on welfare!


    as well as Raekwon's silencer line which is incredibly clever. Not only is it funny and clever though, it's also extremely twisted too...


    "I wanna see blood, whether it's period, or bussin' yo' fuckin' face some BLOOD ! I'm going out my fuckin' mind, everytime I get around devils, huh, huh, let me calm down, niggas better start runnin', cause i'm comin', I'm dope like fuckin' heroin !" DAMN ! rawest shit I ever heard, "see murder which is caused when you fuck with the negative and positive charge.... " GODDAMN ! - 6x6


    fav lines- "Let me calm down, you niggaz better start runnin
    Cause I'm comin, I'm dope like fuckin heroin
    Wu-Tang Bloodkin, a goblin, who come tough like lambskin
    Imagine, gettin shot up with Ol Dirty insulin
    You bound to catch AIDS or somethin
    Not sayin I got it, but nigga if I got it you got it!!"

    "RZA pump the shit just like a shotty
    Watch me run it John Gotti
    Collidin on the track, like gin and watty
    Check the calender, I warn any challenger
    to step up {*whoosh*} feel the blast from the silencer"


    #89 Wildflower - Ironman - 307 pts.

    Year:1996
    Artists:Ghostface Killah
    Producer:RZA


    The introduction to ghost's misogynistic ways is revealed in this instant classic. The beat in the forefront is simple. 2 notes repeated throughout the song. The background is where it hooks you in. That and ghost's unforgiving slap-in-yo-face lyrics.

    Yo bitch I fucked your friend, yeah you stank hoe

    Short but incredibly sweet. Exact opposite of a love letter.

    fav line- "I got jerked, gave away my pussy, that shit hurt
    It feel like somebody died or shot your old Earth
    But fuck it, I fucked you on a chair with three legs
    Broken tables, had you screamin while you was bitin on my cables
    Whistlin to the washing machine, I threw it on spin
    If your pussy dry, spit on my dick and put it in"



    #88 Labels - Liquid Swords - 309 pts.

    Year:1995
    Artists:RZA/GZA
    Producer:RZA


    Nobody ever did songs like this. This is Gza's incredible mind at work. The beat is dark and dirty. No hook necessary.


    The CAPITOL of this rugged slang, is WU-TANG
    Witty Unpredictable Talent And Natural Game


    fav lines - "And if you ain't boned a mic you couldn't hurt a bee
    That's like going to Venus driving a MERCURY"



    #87 Knowledge God - Only Built for Cuban Linx - 310 pts.

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


    The first of a buttload of tracks off of Only Built for Cuban Linx to be featured on our countdown is a RZA original, mixing different piano and string notes brilliantly, the melody on the hooks really is beautiful as are Raekwon's vocals...


    Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit
    Let's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit


    Chill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah
    What's today's mathematics Son? Knowledge God

    The drug references, mafioso slang terms and wisdom dropped on this record give it an excellent replay value.

    fav lines- "Keys twenty-four a brick
    Columbians be on some bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit
    Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June
    By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room
    Skeyed up, weed the fuck up, to top it off
    look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed up
    I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it
    I got your back though"



    #86 Execute Them - The Swarm - 312 pts.

    Year:1998
    Artists:Raekwon/Inspectah Deck/Masta Killa/Streetlife
    Producer:RZA


    As soon as the track begins you know you have entered one of the darkest chambers...
    With the crazy bumblebee scratch effect RZA is again producing into unknown realms in the hip hop universe. That sound like they came from another world and the harsh comand of

    Execute Them


    at the beginning wakes you up to the harsh reality of the track. The beat can only be described as "Pure Shaolin". with the light strums of a mandolin reminding me of a nightime eastern docks. StreetLife in the background just sets the whole thing off expertly.

    Raekwon blesses the track before he even starts his verse...

    "Whippin' The Reagle On Yall Beagle-Lookin' Mothafuckers"


    Rae completly speaks in tongues on this dark beat.
    It seems effortless to him...

    "Yo...James spin off...Slang Dames Wanna Hit Off
    Check This Slovak-Lock It Down...Lames Get Off
    Jury Match-Rrange Rack...Fists Of Fury-Act"


    This was one of the verses that really got me into Masta Killa...
    His approach was unlike anyone I had ever heard before
    A straight Assassin on the beat...

    "We Roll...Through The Dark Damp Litter Of The Forest
    Floor Lies Gold Bless 'Em With A C-Note...Throw 'Em Overboat
    Slit His Stomach So The Body Won't Float"


    And Deck just follows suit and jooks the beat with his own signature sound...
    INS shines with his cerebral approach...always reminds me of water.
    It's like he clenses the track after Rae & Killa have just murdered it...

    "Soldier Of Fortune Lost In The Madness
    Brandish Your Weapon Or Get Dropped To The Canvas
    Quote Bandit Hold The Belt Single-Handed
    Most Demanded Assassin Is What I'm Branded"


    A true example of just a few select members coming together to create a masterpiece.
    Another track that could be described as "The Essence Of The Wu"

    ***review by Whers



    #85 Fam (Member's Only) - Legend of a Liquid Sword - 324 pts.

    Year:2002
    Artists:RZA/Masta Killa/GZA
    Producer:Mathematics


    Mathematics scratches a sample of Gladys Knight & The Pips, Between Her Goodbye and My Hello with a sinister kung-fu throwback Liquid Swords like beat, and as in Protect Ya Neck the vulgarities are masked by Kung-fu smacks and swords swinging. A song about loyalty as the hook demonstrates

    Yo just what we stand for, Loyalty
    What we strive for, Righteousness

    What we live and die for
    Strictly fam members only


    RZA once again is a highlight for me, how anybody can say he's not a great emcee is beyond me.

    fav lines- "Ayo ayo
    Great minds think alike
    We used to drink all night
    Think about things thats wrong and how to make it right
    Ice cold bottles of brass, time flashes
    A hundred blunts passes
    Before the God asked us
    What's the square miles of the planet?
    Why is the axis slanted?
    How much is covered by water?
    How much is granite?
    True-I-Master-Equality
    God body be flowing like the chi energy inside your artery"



    #84 Got Your Money - Nigga Please - 327 pts.

    Year:1999
    Artists:Ol' Dirty Bastard/Kelis
    Producer:The Neptunes


    Commercial? Who gives a shit! Neptunes hooked dirty up here. Hook by Kelis - FIRE!!! While Dirty's lyrics on this song (or the rest of the album for that matter) don't come close to anything he did on Enter the 36 or Return, he commands attention with his inflections and style. And the video is gonzo.


    You can call me Dirty, and then lift up yo' skirt
    And you want some of this Dirty, god made Dirt and Dirt bust yo' ass


    that line is soooo dirty. no rhyme necessary, Dirty is and always will be one of a kind and this song demonstrates it.

    fav lines- "You give me your number
    I call you up
    You act like your pussy don't interupt
    I don't have no trouble with you fuckin me
    But I have a little problem with you not fuckin me
    Baby you know I'ma take care of you
    Cuz you say you got my baby and I know it ain't true"



    #83 Ghost Deini - Supreme Clientele - 327.5 pts. (1)

    Year:2000
    Artists:Ghostface Killah/Superb
    Producer:Mathematics


    Bizarre noises, whistles and bells provide the backdrop for Ghost's storytelling on this track, never one to shy away from controversy Ghost mutters...


    Ghostface this, Ghostface that
    Ghost sold crack, now his revelations spoken thru rap


    I find it interesting that Superb says he ghostwrote Ghost's lyrics because GFK takes a big steaming dump on Perb's verse, especially descriptively...


    Hot night, Jamaica, Came thru in a booger green '68 Pacer


    That's just Ghost going that extra mile to get his descriptions across.

    fav lines-"Hold me down, hand me my cake, dusty, bake, activate
    Fuck your corny debates
    I'm like cake or maybe like $10,000 rabbits
    The kid walked thru, switch up his accent "Now I'm from Paris"
    Cash the bill, frozen element, Seagal
    Signs from the most high causes me to break them all
    How the fuck was y'all niggas thinkin? You think I fell off the ledge?
    The legendary Ghost Deini might be dead?
    Never, Impossible"



    #82 Brooklyn Babies - Digital Bullet - 329 pts.

    Year:2001
    Artists:The Force M.D.s/RZA/Masta Killa
    Producer:RZA


    An incredibly original beat that speeds up and slows down almost like a tide Masta once again shines on another member's solo, and the video is incredibly grimey and city-like. RZA's lyrics reveal the personal


    A Brooklyn baby, I was born up in King's County
    Inside the womb seven months before the Queen found me


    Did you catch that? His ol' earth was 7 months prego before she knew!

    fav lines- "A Brooklyn baby, I was bron up in King's County
    Inside the womb seven months before the Queen found me
    Up in wroughty Brownsville with fiends around me
    Now roam gat in Staten with Cream Team around me
    They called me Bobby, cousin, really got the black Harley
    Taught his son how to spike cats like Lee Harvey
    Oswald, alls well that ends well
    My big brother Divine, he pushed the Benz well"



    #81 Iron Flag/The Glock - Iron Flag - 329.5 pts.

    Year:2001
    Artists:Raekwon/Masta Killa/Inspectah Deck/U-God/RZA/Ghostface Killah/Cappadonna
    Producer:RZA


    I can't tell you what a bitter disappointment this is for me, 2 of my top 3 gone already. I'm gonna use my old review of Iron Flag, but first I want to mention that RZA couldn't completely erase Cappadonna from Iron Flag, his leg on the cover and his chorus on The Glock still remain.

    At a time when the world was dark and needed a boost both mentally and musically, the Wu rushed to released Iron Flag to it's fans. The result was an off-balance album with ebb and flow problems that wasn't highly regarded by fans or critics. Underneath all the problems however is a musical diamond in the rough. Even if unintentional, the decision to put both these two 3 minute songs on the same track was ingenious. It's a Yin and Yang battle between the opposite sides of the Wu Tang spectrum of music. One largely dark and underground, the other as above as can be. If you love the more ear-friendly Wu sound you love Iron Flag and if you love the dirty underground sounds the Wu bring you love The Glock. The biggest of fans think they are both 5 star tracks and truly they are.

    Iron flag is one of the greatest hip hop beats I've ever heard. You are intro'ed into the song greeted by Raekwon and the all familiar sped up "oh man" as well as scratches, and those scratches eventually expose 3 words "iron flag brothers". That's your hook and that's all you need. Cause the strings destroy the shit! The strings are beautiful and when weaved to the percussion create a complexity that demands to be heard over and over and over.....

    Yada Yada Yada perfect beat whatever? right? how bout these lyrics! Raekwon comes with some mind blowing ridiculous slang, some of his best material in quite some time.


    "Color glocks splitters just listen there's UFO visitors, Fly paintings remainin, reclinin pro-commissioner, One boot off he Rudolph, know he hyped flew off, Hibernatin, dead in the makin, ear-rake him, gear-rake him"


    I had to listen to those lines like 50 times just to figure out what it is he's saying and now that I've figured it out I have absolutely no clue what it means. But its great! His flow is incredibly on point. Masta's verse is seamlessly transitioned from Rae's with no hook in between.

    Devestatin shockwaves strikin the nation


    , Newsflash, warn the people, assassination, The hour of detonation, pure untampered or mixed in any form, In any form mixed untampered it's pure, Dissect each line of the rhyme, Find my ingredients and nutrients, Teach patience and obedience before movement"

    His poetic flow at its best, he destroys the track as well. After a brief interlude of Raekwon's hook Deck comes in with the third verse that lays waste to the track. His flow, voice inflections, and intensity are all at very high levels. This is one of my favorite verses he has ever done.

    "Aiyyo you know the half, some get respect, most we show the path
    They quoted trash while we spoke math, blowin fast
    Expose the craft, first picks chosen in the draft
    I don't flash, hoes love me cause I hold a stash
    Known to blast, paramedics couldn't close the gash
    Floatin past in an alley with the oak dash
    Show the cash, watch it blow in half, it's no fair
    They goin mad, check their tape recorders and their notepads


    Crabs wanna play me close and grab
    Can't believe you on the canvas, I'm just throwin jabs


    Where the powers you supposed to have, hand in your soldier rag
    You posin bad, show your ass son, you won't last
    With heavy weights that elevate the whole mass
    Compose a smash, rollin grass at Ghost lab"

    After Deck's verse the scratch "drink to your new life" is added to the iron flag brothers scratch in the outro which fades the song into its dark counterpart The Glock.

    The Glock is like a military march set to wax, a rallying cry between brothers. It is also a warning to all who feel the Clan may be vulnerable as this song cleverly exposes all possible vulnerabilities the clan may have from Ghost's classic line


    I fucked the shit out of Patricia Drummonds, Looked out the window when her man was comin'


    to Masta's hard hitting


    You niggaz thought somethin was sweet, cause we rollin with the seeds today


    each verse being accompanied by the caveat

    GOOD THING WE BROUGHT THE GLOCK


    , the samurai sword of the modern urban world. Dark, eerie sounds accompany the slow march percussion and echoes put on the lyrics make it sound like they are talking from a cave. An underground masterpiece.

    These songs invoke thoughts from Sun Tzu's The Art of War to Kubrick's Full Metal Jacket. An extraordinary blend of thoughts and sounds. True art.
    With 2 five star songs on 1 track I ask you......How could it be ranked this low?



    #80 Apollo Kids - Supreme Clientele - 331 pts.

    Year:2000
    Artists:Raekwon/Ghostface Killah
    Producer:Hassan


    Ghost’s triumph. Wallabee factory, heavyweight champions belt and Mercedes. Fox minks, Jesus chains and champagne bottles. Ghost backs up his exaggerative arrogance and addictive swagger with some fresh flavored lyrics that fit the atmosphere perfectly. Beat rolls hard.


    HUSTLE INVASION


    fav lines – “Catch me in the corner not speakin
    Crushed out heavenly, U.G. rock the sweet daddy long fox minks
    Chicken and brocolli, Wally's look stinky”

    “Ghost is back, stretch Cadillacs, fruit cocktails”

    “Take the stand, throw my hand all on the Bible
    and tell lies too, I'm the ultimate
    splash the Wolverine Razor Sharp ring, dolomite
    student in role holdin it“

    “Rawness, title is Hell-bound
    Quick to reload around faces, surround look astound”

    ****reviewed by The GFX


    #79 The Table - Immobilarity - 332 pts.

    Year:1999
    Artists:Raekwon/Masta Killa
    Producer:Infinite Arkatechz


    ..
    First off I have to say that this isn't just a Wu-Banga or a dope track...
    It is a beautiful piece of music.


    You really need to listen to the outro to "Friday" to appreciate the direction of which
    "The Table" takes...After Raekwon speaks to his girl.
    And then it's like he's had enough...and needs to get things off his chest...



    Moet Got Me Acting Like A Fucking Goat In Here



    Then comes some knowlegde over the erie flutes that will stay with me forever...

    "Yo God Remember Back In The Days God ?
    When We Came A Long Way And Shit Man...
    We Supposed To Blessing Eachother On Our Physical Days And Shit...
    You Know What I'm Saying ?
    It's Like Basically...I Want To Hit My Family With Land And All That...
    Diamonds And All Of That...We Ran Through That Chamber Dunn"

    The beat is so soothing and calm...a true triumph...
    Always reminds me of Waterfalls...real peaceful.

    Raekwon tells yet another very insightful and complicated story or travels through time...
    With his usual amount of slang intwined throughout.

    Talking about his growing up and discovering his full potential...
    A real "Looking Back" vibe.
    His own Colossal verse has jewels spewing all over the place

    And Masta Killa just ends the track with his usual precision.
    I feel this beat was perfect for him.

    Favourite Lines...

    "Dress Nasty Like Fuck...Keep My Bird On The Job Yo
    You Gotta Straighten Up...Do The Worst Thing To Hurt Her Heart...Damn
    Took Care Of That...Shared, Even Shed A Tear For That
    Bust My Gat To Throw Gear On Her Back
    Damn Son...Why She Takin You Through That ?
    She's A Part Of Me, Pardon Me Flow Allah, We Sworn We
    Wisin Up Take Care Of Home Bases
    Then We Slide To Another Part And Start More Hatred
    Life is sacred...
    The Other Side Of That Par...You Lie Naked...
    Clothes In The Box Go 'Head Take It"

    "Just A Broke Young-Dumb-Full Of Cum
    Ready To Haunt Something Takes Something Of Yours
    Here You Want Something ?
    Growing Up Around Fifteen...
    Watchin How The Big Niggas Rollin' With Big Cream, Big Schemes...
    Quick To Flash Ya Gat-Laser-Beam
    Pool Table Action Black Hundred Stacks Made My Niggas Leave
    Some Be Sayin "Let 'Em Breathe"
    The Others Wanna Deceive...How We Gonna Make It If We Don't Achieve" ?

    "We Startin Showin Our Asses...Committing Burgularies
    One Got Caught Threw Us All Off
    Threw Us In The Hell Section Near The Boardwalk
    Wonderin How The Sword Talk...
    Did He Fall Off ? Did He Stand Like The Hawk That He Was In New York?
    Kept The Waves Spinnin On The Cross...Of Course
    Come Back Little Cutty Endorse
    Risked It For His Kids The Pain Is Lost
    We Sittin Back On A Better Note
    Yellin' "Peace God...I Love You Love You To Death...You Thoroughbredable"
    The Robbin Hood Of The Hood...
    Sit Back It's All Good, Won't Spoil It If We Call It, We All Hood
    Ha Ha"

    "Soaked In Degrees Of Knowledge...Polished By Sun Rays
    Carving By Nine Swordsmen To A Needle-Point Of Perfection
    It's A Blessing To Deliver This Lesson
    While Travellin' The planet...Extending Development
    And Vote For The Mind...Never Ended
    We Now Send It Long Winded...Descended
    Infital, Bobby Digital, Abbot Of The Shaolin Isle
    With Knowledge And Wisdom
    The Original Sword Style Begin...Birth Of The Wu-Tang Clan"

    My Mum loves this track...Again just shows the diversity of the Wu.

    This a powerful song at I'm sure has helped many in trying times...including myself.

    ***review by WHERS


    #78 What the Blood Clot - Tical - 333 pts.

    Year:1994
    Artists:Method Man
    Producer:RZA


    One of the best tracks on Meth's 1994 Platinum album Tical. It starts off with RZA's voice, he probably deserved it after lacing the track with a grimey 36 Chambers style beat with a piano loop that immediately gives you the chills...

    The track is opened by RZA giving shout outs (reminiscent of Clan in Da Front) -

    Shit is bangin! You see what I'm sayin? Our shit is bangin!Yo, Shaolin runnin this shit, son!
    Runnin this shit! What's up, Y-Kim? Sup, nigga?
    What's up? Representin Brownsville, Know I'm sayin? Base, peace to all my Brownsville niggaz! What's goin on, son? Peace to all my Putnam Avenue motherfuckers! Bedford-stuy! Peace to my Wild Wild West Brighton niggaz!

    The Meth cuts out RZA and drops an epic verse...

    All I hear is gun shots
    Can I touch somethin? What the Blood Clot!?!
    Nigga want Tical, make it happen
    You know my fuckin style, fuck the rappin!
    We can take it back to eighty-five
    if you wanna start actin like you live
    It's all good, I'm rollin' with my click
    Owls, Backwoods and Phillies
    Smokin cess blunts, mixed with illy
    Got me flusted, now the whole world looks dusted
    I'm in the area with the skill that never rusted (What?)
    For real, nigga, touch it and you burn
    When will motherfuckers learn?
    What be spreadin like a germ? Haha, it's Meth, word
    I be that early bird that got the worm and if you check it
    I'm on point, like a fax machine you get the message
    It's be no question it's them, bust the second guessin's
    Keep your thoughts on your lessons
    What the Blood Clot!?!
    To tell the truth, you don't amaze me
    Killa Hill Project, a Star Trek phaser couldn't phase me
    What? Check the raider ruckus, fuck this
    Smoke a dutchmaster, have em screamin for the dutchess
    Yeah, I gotta have it, so I strive to stack my papes
    If I don't do it for my delf, I'ma do it for Case
    cuz that's my peoples, we givin you injections that be lethal
    Weapons, when niggas start the half-steppin
    Then I get evil
    but don't let that negative vibe right there mislead you
    I'm humble, a fuckin Killa Bee, far from bumble
    I sting you *bzzzzz* and I bring you
    Thirty-six Chambers of head banger, bitch
    Why I deal with? I think the mic's on the fritz
    Faggot soundmen, they be sabotagin' shit!

    Finishes a 5 star verse Superman-style to make it a 6 star verse... (yes, it's that good people)


    Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane...
    Meth-Tical, let the whole world know my fuckin name

    What the Blood Clot!?!


    Meth finishes the song by giving shout outs (reminiscent of Wu Tang Clan Aint Nuthin Ta Fuck Wit)...

    Yeah, yeah, you know what I'm sayin?
    First of all I'd like to give a big peace and shout out
    to my brothers in the belly of the beast
    Raider Ruckus, y'all got my back and one love
    June Lover, Shitty Brown, Pussin, Pil, P.L.O., Stack DAT, Dusty, Storm.
    SUUU! We still in here, nigga
    Jamel, one love, nigga, Nice, Uncle Eric AKA Shane
    I ain't forget you, nigga, Shakim, nuttin
    Big Sha, K. Fisk, Big Free from Cipher Heat
    For all the fugitives on the run
    Everybody from Riker's Island to San Quintan
    And a big major shout out to my old dad who just got home, on work release, keep your heads up niggaz

    ***Review by Shizzah


    #77 Older Gods - Wu-Tang Forever - 334 pts.

    Year:1997
    Artists:Ghostface Killah/Raekwon/GZA
    Producer:4th Disciple


    Ghost and Rae rollin through your hood in a Mercedes enlightening the streets with ridiculous flows.


    Rollin with Guess vests pedestrians yo
    holdin my nuts, fuckin thousand dollar lesbians


    Nuff said. Simple, infecting beat by 4th Disciple using 3 simple key notes combined with a hard knocking bass - the Wu Forever sound served up on a plate. By the time the third verse rolls around everybody has stopped caring about GZA.

    fav lines – “Aiyyo I roll like a bat out of hell
    Evil acapell's fly spittin out of my grill
    Before I hit the sky with springtime colors”

    “I shitted on your hood kid
    I shitted on your hood, got to your burner too late
    I'm lookin real good“

    “But I go line for line on the whole page
    Your unspotted life on the mic is old age”

    ****reviewed by The GFX



    #76 Protect Ya Neck (The Jump Off) - The W - 334.5 pts.

    Year:2000
    Artists:Inspectah Deck/Raekwon/Method Man/Masta Killa/RZA/Ghostface Killah/U-God/Cappadonna/GZA
    Producer:RZA


    There's no remix here. The only thing resembling the first protect ya neck is the fact that most of the generals are on it. The change up in beat is a huge plus, prevents the track from getting boring. Mef annouces the return of the Wu bellowing


    It's Them!!!!!!!!


    fav- lines - "Now what Clan you know wit lines this ill?
    Bust shots at Big Ben like we got time to kill
    Niggas can't gel or I'm just too high to tell
    Put on my gasoline boots and walk through hell
    Wit 9 generals, 9 ninjas in your video
    9 milli blow, semi auto wit no serial
    Man metaphysical, I speak for criminals
    Who don't pay they bills on time and fuck wit digital
    Never seen, smoke a bag of evergreen
    My sword got a jones, more heads for the severing
    Johnny in the dungeon, takin all bets, throw ya ones in
    Scared money don't make money, throw ya guns in"

    "Wallo's comfortable, chocolate frosting
    Your socks hangin out, yours is talkin
    Rock so steadily, son, I'm still crazy
    Sport my old Force MD furs in the 80's
    Nat Turners wit burners, Jackie Joyner-Kersee
    Taught y'all niggas how to rap, reimburse me
    Rothsdale's, ruby red sales, Bloomingdale's, blocks
    Ox tails chopped up in Caribbean spots
    I'm nice, maxed out, creepin wit the ax out
    Murder these bikini bitches, switchin with they backs out"

    best lyric - tie Mef + Ghost



    #75 Wolves - 8 Diagrams - 347 pts.

    Year:2007
    Artists:U-God/Method Man/Masta Killa/George Clinton
    Producer:RZA


    RZA pulls out all the stops on the production front as he mashes samples from Kill Bill, Western whistles, and a spooky P-funk chorus with George Clinton's spastic hook


    a dog is a dog is a dog is a dog
    Unlike the wolf, who made a widower of Grandpa


    A jungle of musical atmosphere consisting of an almost eerie choir singing in the back and a whistle that makes the beat feathery but rich in content. Great verses from all 3 generals, but U-God definitely shows why RZA said his delivery on this album is pure quality.


    Yo, must I flex my cash, to sex yo' ass


    and Masta drops a line that hits hard and is unconventional by his standards...


    Ladies like, Damn papa you lookin right
    I'd love to give you some of this pussy and I'm a dyke

    fav lines – “I'll do the honor, the Shaolin bomber
    Shark skin armor, I'll bring the drama”

    “Non-stop park killin, on the block we was killin 'em
    The arch villans, when the blood start spillin
    Any stuck start squealin, body bags we was fillin 'em“

    ***review by GFX & Rock



    #74 Iron Maiden - Ironman - 347.5 pts.

    Year:1996
    Artists:Raekwon/Ghostface Killah/Cappadonna
    Producer:RZA


    Another great RZA jewel on the production. With the already known introduction for Ghostface from the movie 'The Education of Sonny Carson', the beat starts off after the kid says


    'Just me and you motherfucker, just me and you, I put trademarks around your fucking eye'.


    Raekwon's catchy 'Uh huh, Uh huh' immediately makes love to your ear. Raekwon's verse is one to love...

    Many raps they crochetin'
    Ay yo Iron, these niggas portrayin'
    But haven't been payin'
    For real, slide on these niggas like flesh fear
    Caesar fade style, usually tough grenade
    Throw a blade, fuck gettin' laid
    Guzzle this shit like Gatorade
    Big-dick Wallies have never half-suede
    Connectin' with the hot style is done
    Light up a chalis
    I run with nuttin' but the wildest, foulest
    Come on now, long-dick style
    Niggas on the hit out, ay yo Iron bite my shit out


    Eventually, bust a rap gun mentally
    Been doin' this century kid, just meant to be


    Get on your knees and bless me with a gem in the Caribbean
    Skiin' off by P.M.
    Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians
    Fellatium style, play it like thirty-two Arabians
    The greatest lesson is don't owe, you might get stole on
    When I go bury me wit Valow on

    If that was a verse to love, Ghost's is as usually to adore.With the classy start with


    Sho 'nuff, hit the bank and thrust
    Cool Nauticas Jamie Summer got trained on the tour bus


    With his trademark images and metaphores, he finishes the verse with memorable

    Tremendously obnoxious, no blotches
    My telephone watch'll leave bartenders topless
    Dead on the prosecutor, smacked a juror
    Me and my girl'll run like Luke and Laura
    We sit back on Malayan islands
    Sippin' mix drinks out of boat coconut bowls, we whylin'

    RZA's beat keeps lacing up the song more and more,with the occasional sample from the above mentioned movie to keep the rawness present.Rae's solid hook to add to the flow of the song

    Sit back jollyin'
    My team be gamin' like three card Rolly an'
    Drug Somalians pollyin'

    With Cappacinno's more-than-pure-dopeness verse to exit the show...

    Deep meditation sound orientated, war the blizzard
    Rap para-medical the wizard
    Cappadonna, never caterin' to none
    My microphone and three verse weigh a ton of slaughter
    You oughta five thousand back across the water
    My laboratory story keep me flowin' with the glory
    Acapella or deep dirty instrumental
    I could blow the sky like the stormy wind blew
    One gallon of whylin', Park Hill profilin'
    I cut your face up rough fifty sure while you're smilin'
    For violatin' my position,
    I leave you smoked like a crackhead on a mission
    Two tokes of mic dope, one stroke of elegance
    Rated like the movie graphic told intelligence
    Person to person, it'd be hard for you to take a trophy
    You better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me
    'Cause I'm P-L-O T-K-O every day
    Dancehall General, Party Fanatic Colonel
    Cappadonna son'a old school just go infernal
    Veteran for rappin' with the new set of rule of hard rappin'
    Ninety-six jive, I keep the live crowd clappin'
    When I bow, all praises due to Staten Isle
    I spark the mic and Shaolin spark the methtical
    Every evenin', I have a by myself meetin'
    Thinkin' who's gonna be the next to catch a beatin'
    From my mental slangin', bitchin' rap twist the point of warfare
    I brutalize, all competition catch ill hair
    Chance him, that's what they said, threw up a ransom
    I jacked it, stripped the beat naked and packed it
    Gimme my rewards

    With another sample from the movie that fades out at the end...

    ***Review by Shizzah



    #73 Beneath the Surface - Beneath the Surface - 354.5 pts.

    Year:1999
    Artists:GZA/Killah Priest/Res
    Producer:Inspectah Deck


    A meeting of the minds comes together as Priest and GZA swarm the mic with their visual wordplay


    On a man-made lake, there's a sheet of thin ice
    Where unskilled skaters, couldn't figure-8 twice
    At 16, uncut, direct from the cult
    Head on assault, the result, death by the bolt


    Deck brings a nice beat which goes along with the futuristic theme of the album as the hooks are hollow, giving the voice a computer-like feel.

    fav lines-"Scratch underneath the surface, where does your purpose lie?
    It seems our world is worthless, like we're pawns beneath the sky
    Change the race by reason, and ashes just the wind
    The left is so our we're breathin, keep ourself from givin in"

    "Love and hatred, home is most sacred
    Both species, they lay naked in the tombs of oasis
    Think back on niggas I ate with, spent the day with
    Guns we played with, niggas I relate with
    We broke bread, I heard through a vine niggas workin for the Feds
    Sent out secretly to take my head
    I lay back and meditate to the words they say
    Skip town for a mutten goofy dred
    Had a friend tell my family I was dead
    Return at the last fall of the autumn leaves
    Operate the plan accordingly, in case the Feds are recordin me
    Sign all documents, using forgery, cuz just a near thought of me
    Like Solomon, spoke bluntly
    Told the word I'm black and calmly
    Howls from the grave haunt me
    The smell of death's upon me, I dwell in the hills like Gandhi
    Been in the presence of mad peasants, and old kings
    Who sold everything, on a quest for god's divine
    Slept in caves to get a clear mind
    Who prayed 3 times, when the moon lit and the sun rise
    I met dwellers in the desert, talked to shepherds
    Been in the mouth of many leopards
    Felt the death kiss, of Satan's mistress
    Walked the vacant districts, for 4 religions, studied Pagan scriptures
    True philosophers and physicians, on a cure missions
    Who harden their hearts, to ward the weak, sick and afflicted
    Candles lit, gamble with a bitch
    Who made me love her, when I touch her, soft cause hide claws
    Bees with sweet honey in they mouth
    Have bitter stingers at they tail
    Walk through the chambers of death, take a hold on to hell
    Embracing her was like embracing a 3rd world"



    #72 Bells of War - Wu-Tang Forever - 357 pts.

    Year:1997
    Artists:U-God/Method Man/RZA/Masta Killa/Raekwon/Ghostface Killah
    Producer:RZA



    Depressing atmosphere created by an incredible minimalist beat. U-God's opening verse is superior,


    Verbal smarts, spark the word, visit my scripture
    Exotic wine, holding nine, Picasso pictures

    followed by a solid Mef verse, of course RZA droppin’ knowledge and a short but sweet Ghost verse. Great idea to use conversations instead of hooks, another example of the Wu being able to do whatever the fuck they want and get away with it. RZA on the outro with a OH SHIT line...


    Yo Shorty, you don't even gotta go to summer school
    Pick up the Wu-Tang double CD
    And you'll get all the education you need this year



    fav lines – whole U-God verse

    “Wack MC's only lasted one season”

    “These is words from the Arch Bishop, some call it six up
    The Betty Crocker, marvel cake stakes admissor
    Wax janitor, black Jack Mulligan from Canada
    Slam dance, tarantula style, youse a fan of the
    Monopoly king, Slavic poetry
    Carnegie Hall's off the hook, let's push through the armory”

    ***review by The GFX


    #71 Daytona 500 - Ironman - 362 pts.

    Year:1996
    Artists:The Force M.D.s/Raekwon/Ghostface Killah/Cappadonna
    Producer:RZA


    Hey let's take a sample from Saturday Night Fever and rap over it. Who else but the Wu could pull that off? Extra props on the speed racer video for this song. Rae, Capp and Ghost all come extremely strong with the vocals.


    The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardless
    Slaying all these earthlings and fake foreigners


    fav line- "Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive
    I slapbox with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph
    Zoomin like binoculars, the rap blacksmith
    Money's Rolex, with sparkles, Chef ragtop is spotless"


    #70 Protect Ya Neck II (In the Zoo) - Return to the 36 Chambers : The Dirty Version - 367 pts.

    Year:1995
    Artists:Ol' Dirty Bastard/Buddha Monk/Prodigal Sunn/Zu Keeper/Murdoc/Killah Priest/12 O'Clock/Shorty Shit Stain/60 Second Assassin
    Producer:RZA


    Hut One, Hut Two, Hut Three, Hut!! Old Dirty Bastard Live and Uncut
    If there was any song in the wu catalogue which defined pure energy and rawness, it would be this one. Appearing on ODB's classic debut Return to the 36 Chambers, Protect Ya Neck II The Zoo was every bit the follow up to the original..just a hell of a lot grimier, if Protect Ya Neck came from the streets, this one came from the sewers. Bringing together ODB's other group fam Brooklyn Zu and fellow brooklynites Sunz Of Man, the song combines dark lyrics with just outright insanity.



    [Ol Dirty Bastard]

    See let a nigga come through with that bullshit
    Anytime you pop that shit nigga
    I'ma tell you you can suck a dick, you can suck a pussy
    I know, it'll come to what? Say what?
    Now I'ma let all you motherfuckers know
    See them knows that this is something you can't fuck
    Whether you from Brooklyn, whether you from Manhattan
    Always
    You from Queens nigga, I don't give a fuck, where you be motherfucker!
    Where you reside... motherfucker! How you live? How you seeeeeeee...

    Sort the stack outs, this one's the blackout
    Three-fifty-seven to your mouth, blaaow!!

    [Buddah Monk - Brooklyn Zu]

    Dunn can you hear me? Raw is how I'm inflicting this
    It's that G type slang that makes this real sickening
    Ignite my styles I got my hand pon the trigger
    Starts from the smallest and hits the bigger nigga

    [Prodigal Sunn - Sunz of Man]

    Yo, straight actin live about them hellfires
    a known mental killer, or thriller, assassin of terror
    The hot bloody fatal mixture of carbonate water
    Homicidal manslaughter, death is the order start the mission
    Travel like the speed of wind
    Through the valley of sin, I step to ville and murdered many man
    Serving justice in my vicinity

    [Zu Keeper - Brooklyn Zu]

    (This is, Brooklyn, Zu!!)
    Za-za-za, za-za-za
    Zuh-za-zah, z-zz-zz-z-z-zz-zz-z-dah-duh-dnn-duh

    [Murdoc - Brooklyn Zu]

    I get down I get down I crack your fuckin crown
    Lay around and watch some real niggaz break ground
    I can't shop cuz every bro blowin up the spot
    Hit rocks and niggaz know

    [Killah Priest - Sunz of Man]

    Yo! Niggaz grab the mic like the bites of a scorpion
    Nervous, that's why the Zoo brought me in
    Now bring em forth, like the tortures at the courts
    Before the case begin, first break me in
    his brain! And make sure he can't maintain the calmness
    Ya harmless, watch how I bomb this
    stage like, mail, pre hands that be the move
    Now your Posse is your fuckin Platoon
    Stale cells, just flows through the air
    I'm like a ninja, once I send ya down stairs
    Then I get furious, imperious, the lyricist
    with the cleverest rhyme
    Erupt to deduct your fuckin mind

    [12 O'Clock - Brooklyn Zu]

    Fuck shit up on the hurry-up
    Known for burying ducks through more styles than a muck
    Warning you chump, brain is out for lunch
    given the power punch, soon to be paid like Donald Trump
    Never fall victim to no bitch
    Jerked my dick, but still got more hoes than a pimp
    And score more points than Shawn Kemp
    Keepin powerfully strong like the center on the Knicks
    Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut!!
    Ol Dirty Bastard live and uncut

    (Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a...)

    [Shorty Shit Stain - Brooklyn Zu]

    Got more props than the President
    My hardcore represent, blowin niggaz back who never had this
    Cause I'm gifted, so you can get wrapped
    The shit I'm kickin, send it to your MOMS for Christmas
    And tell her Shorty Shit Stain sent it
    Soon to have more green than the Jolly Green Giant
    Cuz niggaz rap styles just down is aspired
    You shoulda stayed HOME instead of picking up a microphone
    But if you wanna run on up, like you TOUGH
    I call your bluff, and blow you down with my hardcore
    stuff, I shine like twenty-four carat

    [Ol' Dirty Bastard]

    Roll and stroll with the party scene
    Nigga wanna know me as Mr. Clean
    Wza-wza-wza-wza-Wu-Tang, flip the script and
    Test my skill niggaz, you're trippin
    Drugged up from sniffin, you're the one who's riffin
    I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Andy Griffith
    Start to flip, slip, cuz you're slippin
    While you sleep I be the God on point, with Scottie Pippen
    as I, jump on stage, flip rip a show
    Strip and rip a hoe, wayyy like Bo
    Jackson while I'm still taxin maxin
    Relaxin sittin back sellin good tracks and
    Again and again when I rock the jam
    WANNA SEE EM UP IN THE AIR! Throw up your hand
    Introducin, one-man band in town
    It's wild, with the style couldn't stand nigga
    When the jump, stepped, to the center
    of the rhyme inventor, MC's come at the
    You get dap slapped, across the MC map
    Your ass that's your ass, on a whore shot
    Come on through I black and blue your whole crew
    Then I get Rudy with the Hong Kong Foo
    Ol Dirty Bastard, MC killer
    Money maker, Brooklyn, challenger
    That I lay down like towel
    Then I get higher!!

    [60 Second Assassin - Sunz of Man]

    Here comes the illlll, type ruffer
    Style be untouched I'm leavin broken down grammars on the pen
    Who who what? What brings it? Tighter than your anus
    Chambers this name is for the deepest trainers
    Keep it stainless, steel, on time it is the windmill
    Deadly venom kills, at the last of the Sam's Mill
    60 Second, nucleus, attack on your set
    Hit you with the blast (yo close the door)
    Shabazz!!
    *gun blast*

    ***Review by Tauro



    #69 Fish - Ironman - 367.5 pts.

    Year:1996
    Artists:Ghostface Killa/Cappadonna/Raekwon
    Producer:True Master


    Quotables galore, a hard hitting beat, and a memorable movie quote in the beginning highlight this very underrated classic from Ironman. The piano notes hit so hard it's like the keys are being slammed and the horns supply ample back-up to the melody. Perhaps this was meant to be on Cuban Linx?


    We eat fish, tossed salads and make rap ballads


    It feels like it with the drug references all over the place. Still I'm glad the Ironman saved it for himself.

    fav lines-"and then I still never go down
    Until the last round I shine,
    when RZA do his thing motherfucka, I'ma do mine"

    "They still gettin' this paper scraper
    Fake haters from Jamaica, wizards be passin like Lakers
    And if you comin' from Lex, Lewis, Rich Liberace
    Fetus style and block your goals like hockey...."




    #68 R.A.G.U. - Fishscale - 372 pts.

    Year:2006
    Artists:Ghostface Killa/Raekwon
    Producer:Pete Rock


    Strings you could imagine being part of a 60's love story score are highlighted with refreshing bass/drum-hits, providing the backdrop for some good ol' R.A.G.U. storytelling. Both verses mesh together and harmonize like in the OBFCL days so well, they could be written by one MC.


    I'm in the crib watchin Larry King Live, the new Guccis on


    fav lines -"Proceded to talk to him, then you heard the heavy face slap
    Think I broke my wrist, now I'm at the hospital vexed
    Fucked up my writing hand, that's my check
    Now I wanna kill this lil' nigga true
    Only thing that stop my gun flamin cause he related to you"



    "Send him uptown, he get bagged, yo he never call me
    Come home and still blow cats for me
    Pump crack, stabbin all them hoodrat shorties"


    "Shit I put one in my balls, what the fuck y'all lookin at me for?
    Call the police, do somethin
    Motherfuckers standin around, watch when I get better
    All hell's gonna be terror"

    ***Review by The GFX


    #67 A Day to God is 1000 Years - Birth of a Prince - 367.5 pts.

    Year:2004
    Artists:RZA
    Producer:Bronze Nazareth


    Bronze comes correct with this fantastic beat consisting of flutes and accoustic guitar. Rza drops an incredible amount of knowledge (some call it cliche but I don't know what theyre talking about) The title alone is incredibly thought provoking as are the lyrics.

    My verbal heart symphony will strike the epiphany


    fav lines- "Yo, yo, the A-1 sauce, the Divine Force
    My mind blind force is known to blow time off course
    Even, if I rode around the world on a blind horse
    Strapped down, I'd still get my point across"

    "I be the fatal flyin', I'm like NATO flyin'
    Over your country and droppin' down forty tons of iron
    Filled with explosives, your chance is hopeless
    We have your head poppin' up like the blowfish"

    "The runaway train with no track
    I got the heart of Faye Dunaway whippin' that child with the coatrack"

    ^^^ Mommie dearest omage

    "then excel, to be masters of your circumference
    First, by obtainin' mastery of your common sense
    This supreme wisdom clears a man's vision
    You can see it through the lies and the fantism
    Of the equivocal, two-faced political individual
    Who's only out for residual, fabricatin' lies
    To eradicate the wise
    But we come to civilize and gravitate to the skies
    Of the heavenly celestial sphere
    Trust me, son, it's there, in between your ears"



    #66 Mef vs. Chef - Tical - 379 pts.

    Year:1994
    Artists:Raekwon/Method Man
    Producer:RZA


    Duel, worthy of a general
    If you want to fight, fight with me!
    One to one! Man to man!


    We all know the story how RZA used to pick the MCs who would rip his beats, leting the MCs battle it out for that spot on the record. Well this is lyrical Kung-Fu at it's finest. In the red corner we have Method Man, in the blue corner- Raekwon The Chef. The eerie RZA beat provides the battle ring. With lyrical jabs being thrown around, I was always under the impression that Rae's the winner in this competition, with lines like: "I'm goin all out kid no turnbacks you could try to front, get smoked and that's that", and the three bells ringing after his verse.

    Fav lines:-

    "No question, cha-cha-BLOW in the session
    Bloodshot in that direction, cypher
    'Tack you like chess moves best move
    Yo, yeah, yo
    The boards, your ass
    'Tack, 'tack, 'tack, uH! *bell rings*
    'Tack the boards like chess moves best move
    at Rae through, comin at your motherfuckin crew"

    "niggaz thought, that they could walk a dog but they caught
    a bad situation, cause I'm a sandwich short
    of a picnic, cause you ain't equipped with the sickening
    style, blowing up the spot like ballistic
    missiles, I be comin through like the four-nine-three-eleven
    tearing up the power-u, Me-Tical"


    ***Review by 6x6 Chambaz



    #65 I Gotcha Back - Liquid Swords - 381 pts. (1)

    Year:1995
    Artists:GZA
    Producer:RZA


    A dark, threatning beat highlights RZA's early producing days and shows why fans long for those days to be back. The whole song is so well aranged, from the expansive, exhaustive hook to GZA's verse that is full of big city life experiences and views, straight from the gutter. From the movies Fresh to Smokin' Aces, this dark beat has survived and thrived throughout the years.


    Coulda wrote a book with a title 'Age 12 and Goin through Hell'
    Then I realized the plan
    I'm trapped in a deadly video game, with just one man

    fav lines - "I was always taught my do's and don'ts
    For do's I did, and for don'ts, I said I won't"

    "It's so hard to escape the gunfire
    I wish I could rule it out like an umpire
    But it's an everlasting game, and it never cease to exist
    Only the players change, so..."



    #64 Dangerous Grounds - Tical 2000 : Judgment Day - 384 pts.

    Year:1995
    Artists:Method Man/Streetlife
    Producer:True Master


    So many quotables in one song over a beat that is so simple a ten year old could have composed it by accident. Fantastic verses and semi-hooks all around.


    Synchronize minds combine thoughts that motivate
    Dont' perpetrate pass the blunt let it circulate


    And once again street brings some of his finest work to Tical 2000.

    fav lines- "Dangerous ground
    Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come down
    War and peace, I take it to the street
    Land sharp on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief"

    "Symbolic thrill like god he shocked it
    Like a finger in a light socket, too good to be forgotten
    In the rotten apple
    I kick dirt on the sand castle
    Check the flavor all natural"

    "Mind detect mind
    A P.L.O. da startin line
    Deep Space Nine
    Designed for knuckleheads who bust guns and throw signs
    Let's converse snatch the tap from your purse
    Body-surf on the verse head first"

    "Blaze one with Jonathon, part man part fly
    Handle my B-I camouflauge like G.I.
    Fat like Joe, a day in the life
    Your money or your life that's the life
    Everybody can't afford ice in the struggle
    Tryin to eat right another day another hustle hustle hustle"



    #63 Uzi (Pinky Ring) - Iron Flag - 396 pts.

    Year:2001
    Artists:U-God/Raekwon/Ghostface Killah/RZA/Method Man/Inspectah Deck/Masta Killa/GZA
    Producer:RZA


    This track lives off the energy those nasty horns spark. Hard bass hits escort U-God as he opens up nicely followed by a catchy and swagger-soaked hook.
    Ghost is just crazy jumpin on the track with great attitude. But Meth knocks all of them out. Over a typical RZA beat change Tical drops heat. Only Deck's verse
    is able to catch one's ear after that Meth verse. Underrated track.


    New York, New York!!


    fav lines - "We got big guns in here, coke over there
    With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair"

    "Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost
    Queen, couldn't even jack Monk"

    "John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice
    So nice like New York they had to name him twice
    Name your price, I black out then change the lights
    Give you the same advice that I gave my wife
    Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine
    Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine
    Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got
    Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot"


    "The Noble, Sir I mass mogul
    Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals"


    "My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic
    They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict
    Floatin on the 95, sting like a killer bee
    Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see"

    ***review by The GFX


    #62 Presidential MC - 4:21...The Day After - 398 pts.

    Year:2006
    Artists:Raekwon/RZA/Method Man
    Producer:RZA


    This offering from 4/21 is an example of the perfect meld of lyric/hook/beat. It all fits perfectly like the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle. Rza sounds crazy with his monotonistic verse but it works just fine. Hook is great.


    I, elect myself as presidential M.C.

    best verse - mef
    fav line - "So let's move on, until the day we laying in the casket
    With them suits on, and I'm so cool that hell is only luke warm
    Been too strong, for too, long, I'll probably die
    With my boots on, and on my way to cash a coochie coupon"



    #61 Nutmeg - Supreme Clientele - 398.5 pts.

    Year:2000
    Artists:Ghostface Killah/RZA
    Producer:Black Moes-Art


    The slang rap king never fails to surprise and awe his fans. Nutmeg is just another in a long list of songs that need to be broken down and analyzed for their meaning.


    As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs
    Give one to Rae', let's season they broth


    The ending hook demands to be shouted right along with.

    fav lines- "Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry drippin
    Face in the box, I seen your ear twitchin
    As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs
    Give one to Rae', let's season they broth
    Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneeder Sheeba for hiva
    Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder"

    "BROOKLYN!
    I know, I know, I know, I know
    QUEENS!
    I know, I know, I know, I know
    SHAOLIN!
    I know, I know, I know, I know
    I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
    BRONX!
    I know, I know, I know, I know
    JERSEY!
    I know, I know, I know
    LONG ISLAND!
    I know, I know, I know, I know
    I know, I know, I know, BREAK IT DOWN!"



    #60 Silverbacks - No Said Date - 405 pts.

    Year:2004
    Artists:Inspectah Deck/Masta Killa/GZA
    Producer:True Master



    I must admit, this one flew under my radar, but as I sit here and listen to deck
    and masta absolutely murder this track, I feel completely ignorant.


    It's all official, steel pistol style whip you, to the gristle
    While my team be stompin' you out after the whistle


    Wu sounds abound in this very metaphorical track.

    fav line-"I'm just lookin' out of the window
    Watchin' the gunshots blow-ow
    Thinkin' how we all was turnin' out
    Keepin' my head above water
    Got to make a weight when I can (cuz I can)
    Temporary lay off, cop pay offs, daily rip offs
    Informer tip off, clips lick off
    The judge got hit off, boss got knocked off
    Worker made a come off, cash got dropped off
    Buildings got burnt out, sisters got turned out
    Work out in the yard up North, tryin' to burst out
    Pissy elevators, dirty cop favors
    Tongues hiding razors, minors turn majors
    Wave the bigger tools, shoot out inside the school yard
    The game aint' changed, niggaz done made their own rules
    They buildin' plans, they pull a million dollar scam
    Watch for taped conversations, Jakes and dollar bands
    The black market, labelled the movin' target
    Dwellin' in the heartless projects
    Evil eyes walkin', the BBS rims flossin'
    The beat walk in, harassin' the street walkin'
    They keep talkin', like the Rebel might slow up
    They set me up to go up, the witness din't show up"



    #59 Investigative Reports - Liquid Swords - 406 pts.

    Year:1995
    Artists:U-God/Raekwon/GZA/Ghostface Killah
    Producer:RZA



    Oh U-god, why can't you do hooks like this all the time?


    Rugged rhymsters, crooked crimesters
    Dime droppers, Twenty-five-to-lifers
    Backstabbers, low blowers
    Illegal... cocaine growers
    Starvation, profanity
    Anxiety, brothers tryin me
    Gun slingers, dead ringers



    Smoothly flowing beat with mind-boggling lyrics by Rae, Ghost, and Gza. Drug trafficking lyrics are rarely this good if ever.

    fav line - " They used to heat up the cipher with a shot that was hyper
    than your average JFK sniper
    He just came home to spark it
    Rolling like Kaufman, and lay that ass out like carpet
    Stop the stuttering boy, save the planes for the five-oh
    Then praise the God - chk-a-chk POW!
    They be lick shots and premeditate to grab...
    ...and then they jet back to the lab
    And then remain in Shaolin
    An endangered island
    Shorties lose blood by the gallon"



    #58 Street Corner - Made in Brooklyn - 409 pts.

    Year:2006
    Artists:Inspectah Deck/Masta Killa/GZA
    Producer:Bronze Nazareth


    A great soft Bronze-laced beat which fits perfect with the lyrics that talk about struggles on the street and the ways they made ends meet. The opening verse by INS is absolutely flawless, and the opening lines about him being equal as his son in street struggles. He made me rewind that verse -


    When the revolution come, you can see me on the front line
    Firing my gun, standing right beside my son
    If I go, it's understood that I stood for something
    When my whole life, they told me, I was good for nothing


    When the revolution come, you can see me on the front line
    Firing my gun, standing right beside my son
    If I go, it's understood that I stood for something
    When my whole life, they told me, I was good for nothing
    I was raised by the stray dogs, blazed off, layed off
    Breaking laws, graveyard shifting every day war
    Focus now, notice how, things change, soldier
    I remain the same, I'm older now, I embrace the pain
    I blame the struggle, nearly drove me insane
    Thought I lost my head, til my brethren told me the same
    No tears for the reaper, I've buried bout a thousand
    In graffiti, "rest in peace" sprayed off throughout the housing
    I tried to stay civilized, the hood's a prison inside
    The only difference is the doors don't slide
    Still we trapped in the animal cage, cuz we got animal ways
    So we react, with the animal rage
    And my sex is real, weapons peel, cheddar's the deal
    Seen the depths of hell, now I stare, death in the grill
    From the slave ships, to today's bricks, same shit
    I'm awake, to the wickedness, and one, with the pavement.

    Masta Killah drops a great short verse right after INS finishes, following with the hook -

    It's me and you son,forever in the struggle
    No doubt, we hustle, survival is the motto
    Will you soon follow, a better tomorrow...for a better tomorrow

    When the chorus ends, GZA comes in with an especially good verse, as we are used to hearing from the Genius.

    When GZA and Deck are on a track, they always drop colossal verses, so you don't know who drops the better one. The same is with Street Corners.

    ***review by Shizzah


    #57 Careful (Click, Click) - The W - 411 pts.

    Year:2000
    Artists:RZA/U-God/Masta Killa/Cappadonna/Ghostface Killah/Inspectah Deck
    Producer:RZA


    Insanely grimey beat, grimey lyrics, and a hard hitting hook...


    Somethin in the hole went {Click Click}
    The boxcutter went {Click Click}



    The kind of song only a Wu-head would love. So underground it looks up at caskets.

    fav line- "These are the bones, bones from the grave of Houdini
    G-Deini, ronzoni noodles sprinkled on your embry'"



    #56 All That I Got Is You - Ironman - 414 pts.

    Year:2000
    Artists:Ghostface Killah/Mary J. Blige/Popa Wu
    Producer:RZA


    Hip hop or not, this is one of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard. Mary is perfect. Ghost's lyrics are heartbreaking.


    I guess mommy wasn't strong enough, she just went down
    Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment
    Roaches everywhere

    fav line- "Yo, dwellin in the past, flashbacks when I was young
    Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and three sons
    I'm goin through this difficult stage I find it hard to believe
    Why my old Earth had so many seeds
    But she's an old woman, and due to me I respect that
    I saw life for what it's really worth and took a step back
    Family ain't family no more, we used to play ball
    Eggs after school, eat grits cause we was poor
    Grab the pliers for the channel, fix the hanger on the TV
    Rockin each others pants to school wasn't easy
    We survived winters, snotty nosed with no coats
    We kept it real, but the older brother still had jokes
    Sadly, daddy left me at the age of six
    I didn't know nuttin but mommy neatly packed his shit
    She cried, and grandma held the family down
    I guess mommy wasn't strong enough, she just went down
    Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment
    Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there
    Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head
    I didn't like to sleep with Jon-Jon he peed the bed
    Seven o'clock, pluckin roaches out the cereal box
    Some shared the same spoon, watchin saturday cartoons
    Sugar water was our thing, every meal was no thrill
    In the summer, free lunch held us down like steel
    And there was days I had to go to Tex house with a note
    Stating "Gloria can I borrow some food I'm dead broke"
    So embarrasin I couldn't stand to knock on they door
    My friends might be laughin, I spent stamps in stores
    Mommy where's the toilet paper, use the newspaper
    Look Ms. Rose gave us a couch, she's the neighbor
    Things was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleats
    Two brothers with muscular dystrophy, it killed me
    But I remember this, mom's would lick her finger tips
    To wipe the cold out my eye before school wit her spit
    Case worker had her runnin back to face to face
    I caught a case, housin tried to throw us out of our place
    Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky
    And ask myself was I meant to be here... why?
    Yeah, yo"



    #55 NYC Everything - RZA as Bobby Digital in Stereo - 416 pts.

    Year:1998
    Artists:RZA/Method Man
    Producer:RZA


    Rza's omages to life as a child shine through in this little ditty. The beat is outrageous. Like cookies that were made wrong but taste phenominal anyway. Sick verses both by Mef and Rza here, as well as Mefs memorable outro hook


    Can't forget Digi, if I did I'd feel gyp
    Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip


    Once again, more omages in a song that takes you back, well some of us anyway...

    fav lines-
    "I'm like Larry when the Fish-burn, I burn rubber
    Cuz I'm not an easy lover
    To the midnight, butt naked wit a knife
    Ask my a-alikes, I've been crazy all my life"



    #54 Heaterz - Wu-Tang Forever - 422 pts.

    Year:1997
    Artists:Raekwon/Inspectah Deck/Ol' Dirty Bastard/U-God/Cappadonna
    Producer:True Master


    An epic epic beat. The most surprising thing is the unbelievably strong lyrics by both u-god and cappadonna (who's lyrics are visual like ghost) who carry the end of the song.


    Check out my arts, when I release my smarts
    Hot like Pop Tarts, aim me at the charts


    All on board ride the beat so well. Again no hook neccessary. The beat is a hook itself.

    fav lines-"Yo this is MC wizardry, killa bee invasion
    Men of respect, blessed with wisdom of the ancients
    My words are blatant, lacerate necks for statements
    are launched like lead projectiles, straight out the basement"

    "The Jeffrey Dahmer Notre Damer sing the song the strongest
    Brute force bullethole straight through your chorus"

    "Last night, I took a trip down to Crown Heights
    Fast life, females are trife, stay tight
    I detect that parasite, satellite
    RZA beat makes me wanna fight get hyped, come to do shows
    My slang sound write secretary type
    Backflip on the mic, I'm the poor black man
    workin hard for the grand, I understand clear
    Don't fear, peep my new gear it's different from yours
    My style drop like jaws, you see me on tours
    Don't you wait to say peace, the kid from the street
    put my technology on the track, just then the core attack
    Wu article CappaFive, CD attack
    but my talk stage live killa beehive
    Bermuda my life angle, rectangle gold fronts
    Bring the gold dangle, never make me throw darts
    Check out my arts, when I release my smarts
    Hot like Pop Tarts, aim me at the charts"



    #53 The Turn - Tical 0 : The Prequel - 423 pts.

    Year:2004
    Artists:Raekwon/Method Man
    Producer:RZA


    One of the best post-2000 Method Man songs, if not the best, and easily the best track on Tical 0: The Prequel. The only RZA produced track and he makes the beat stand out. The wonderful sample just fits with the eclectic beat.

    Rae's trademark song opening is

    Yeah, ah, yeah, yo, yo, yeah
    Yeah, motivate, motivate, from the gate, ya'll
    Yeah, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo

    And moves on to drop a classic Rae-style verse:


    And we the Gods, still tear the whole hood apart
    Darts that'll splatter through faces, taste niggaz hearts


    I'm intellectual, plus professional
    And Walbaums to vegetables
    Shit is right here, like buyin' fly gear
    Dare any white man or fan nigga, ran through niggaz
    Blew shotties in niggaz lobbies, the grand RZA
    We left, the radio broke, I yoke my vocals, hittin' green smoke
    Allah Math', show me when the needle broke
    Numb the whole crowd up, stupid ass Loud fouled up
    Never knew what they had, now they proud of us
    Picture my vision, precision, lines jumpin' out of commission
    Divine got me, nigga, the boss, he pop me
    Rae, we gotta generate, lord, I feel the Ditech, the mildew
    Buy jets and vehicles, steal a little
    Wrap up the whole rap government

    Method Man shows us that his flow and voice are timeless with the following :

    Go head, ya'll floss wit it
    Walk wit, I slap your boss wit it
    Navy blue, New York fitted, I'm cold frost bitted
    Two puffs and off wit it
    You smell the herb, before I lit the spots its forfeit it
    Blocks is hot, feel the shot from fourth/fifth it
    With no regard for your boulevard, just the shit bag and bullet scar
    It's the Riddler, riddle me this, riddle me that
    Who the pretender? And who the door man that let them enter?
    The Wu-Tang, 36 Cham', what you smokin'?
    Got you in the game chokin, like Van Gundy coachin
    Your street team, bunch of weaklings
    Don't ever let me catch your reachin
    Respect when a grown man is speakin
    Shh, keep on sleepin, and just like TLC, I keep on -Creepin-
    The five percent of ya'll, keep on teachin
    The heat seakin, missile official, that got issues
    Like Funk Doc got snot tissue, it's Hott Nikkels


    Go head, ya'll floss wit it
    Walk wit, I slap your boss wit it
    Navy blue, New York fitted, I'm cold frost bitted
    Two puffs and off wit it
    You smell the herb, 'fore I lit the spots its forfeit it
    Blocks is hot, feel the shot from fourth/fifth it
    With no regard for your boulevard, just the shit bag and bullet scar
    It's the Riddler, riddle me this, riddle me that
    Who the pretender? And who the door man that let them enter?
    The Wu-Tang, 36 Cham', what you smokin'?
    Got you in the game chokin', like Van Gundy coachin'
    Your street team, bunch of weaklings
    Don't ever let me catch your reachin'
    Respect when a grown man is speakin'
    Shh, keep on sleepin', and just like TLC, I keep on "creepin"
    The five percent of ya'll, keep on teachin'
    The heat seakin', missile official, that got issues
    Like Funk Doc got snot tissue, it's Hott Nikkels


    Shh... shit ain't over...

    Okay, now, same shit, different day, grindin, gettin paid
    Self at it, automatic, guns that spit and spray
    Gotta have it, ass grab it, time to slip and weight
    Godbody, House your Party, watch the Kid N Play
    Ya'll gon make me go postal, up in this muthafucka house
    Full of bloodsuckers and hoes that love hustlers
    Roll that izza, pour me another kizza
    Bigga, to my nigga, so drunk they can't get up
    Shotguns through nose, hot ones through foes
    Let the herb spots run til the cops come, suppose
    I was just another stick in the mud, on a Saturday
    Thinkin', how I'mma get the fifth in the club
    See my crew thick, everyday I fights to prove it
    We comes undisputed, with batteries included
    Honey's "bee" like Meth, I be like what?
    They want some free cd's, I'm like "see these nuts"


    ***Review by Shizzah


    #52 All I Need - Tical - 428 pts.

    Year:1994
    Artists:Method Man
    Producer:RZA


    It is not unfamiliar that Mr. Mef a.k.a. The Ticallion Stallion, has a big love for women. He is known to rap about it. His best work in that area, without a doubt, is All I Need.

    RZA actually samples Mussorgsky's Pictures At the Exhibition on this, and makes a very grimey beat, with Mef and Streetlife (uncredited) rapping a very solid chorus

    You're all that I need, I'll be there for you
    If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real witchu
    Loving your whole schemes, it be in there boo
    On top of that you got the good power-U


    Meth then continues to describe his love to his queen

    Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
    For real girl, it's me in your world, believe me
    Nuttin make a man feel better than a woman
    Queen with a crown that be down for whatever
    There are few things that's forever, my lady
    We can make war or make babies
    Back when I was nuttin
    You made a brother feel like he was something
    That's why I'm with you to this day boo no frontin

    Even when the skies were gray
    You would rub me on my back and say "Baby it'll be okay"

    Now that's real to a brother like me baby
    Never ever give my pussy away and keep it tight, aight?
    And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live
    In a fat ass crib with thousands of kids
    Word life you don't need a ring to be my wife
    Just be there for me I'm a make sure we
    Be livin in the fucking lap of luxury
    I'm realizing that ya didn't have to fuck with me
    But ya did now I'm going all out kid
    And I got mad love to give, you my nigga

    With a chorus/short verse/chorus to continue to the end, Mef shows us his love is deeper than most of us thought. Under that Stud persona, Method Man is a softy.

    #52-R I'll Be There for You/You're All I Need to Get By
    (Puff Daddy remix)
    - Single/B-side


    Year:1994
    Artists:Method Man/Mary J Blige
    Producer:Puff Daddy/Poke


    I never like a remix unless it adds something new to the table, and this is far beyond it's predecessor on Tical. The verses are basically the same with some minor tweaking, but Mary J. Blige's vocals are real attraction here beautifully melding R + B soul with raw hip hop beats and lyrics creating a symbiosis and a new genre in music. Ever copied, ever beloved by all fans of music worldwide this is the best love song Wu has ever done. And probably the best puffy mix of anything. His decision to use that Me & My Bitch sample by Notorious BIG sealed the deal.

    Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin die together

    It won a Grammy, nuff said.

    Mef's deviation from the other mix is a huge highlight for me...

    I'm your Mister, you my Mrs. with hugs and kisses
    Valentine cards and birthday wishes? Please
    Be on another level of planning, of understanding
    the bond between man and woman, and child
    The highest elevation, cuz we above
    All that romance crap, just show your love"


    ***reviews by Shizzah and Rock


    #51 No Said Date - No Said Date - 436 pts.

    Year:2004
    Artists:Masta Killa
    Producer:RZA


    A sped up sample of Outkast's "Skew it on the Barbie" drives this track which is like the tag line for most of the Wu's releases, including the album of same title, said to be in the works for ten years. When is the Cure droppin Rza? "No Said Date" was his only reply.

    Drunk with the victory, the Wu cavalry
    Bomb the seminar, the last "hoo-ra" for chivalry
    Classical, Yo-Yo Ma, laced in the bulletproof fabric
    Crafted and mastered in space
    What better place of birth than the Earth

    Masta dropping his classic poetic flow...


    fav lines-"Ain't enough ink for the thoughts I think
    They travel so rapid, it's hard to grasp it
    No assumption, Kay Slay get the shit thumpin'
    Darts stay lethal, blaze one for the people
    They travelled so far to witness
    The killin' of a mastermind line-for-line
    Half-time, center stage, 50 yard line
    Long time, man for dead
    Should've been, put one in his head
    Before the poison spread to the body
    Partly done, 'nough said... "


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    #25 A Better Tomorrow
    - Wu-Tang Forever
    - 716 pts.

    Year:1997
    Artists:Inspectah Deck/Masta Killa/U-God/RZA/Method Man
    Producer:4th Disciple
    Track: #10
    Time: 4:55

    The Wu are versatile, really versatile. Whether rhyming about sex, coke, street life, hard times growing up, or straight battle darts, they do it right. However, it's when they're dropping knowledge with a positive message that the Wu often show their true greatness. A Better Tomorrow is one of those tracks.

    4th Disciple flips a beat so poignant, it tugs at the heartstrings. With a catchy piano loop, an even catchier viola bridge and a simple low rumbling beat 4th manages to capture the mood of the lyrics perfectly, it's actually quite depressing.

    Deck, Masta Killa, Uey, Rza and Meth all drop great verses here. Touching on personal heartache as well as general hard times for the youth growing up surrounded by poverty, drugs and violence in America's 'concrete hell'.

    Deck just never comes bad on a Clan album, what a jump off...


    Yo, in the housing, thousands seen early graves
    Victims of worldly ways, memories stays engraved

    All my live brothers, is locked down with high numbers
    The young hunger, blind to these lies, they die younger

    In this New World the Order slaughter men, women, and children
    Ten feet gates surround the building keep us sealed in
    The projects, lifeless like a Vietnam vet
    Constant war, sever threats of enemy conquest
    Crooked cops comb my building complex that's in the rumble
    Streets are like a jungle, can't let my cypher crumble

    Vivid thoughts, Devils resort to trick knowledge
    They kick garbage, lust for chicks and quick dollars

    I know the pain the game bring, I did the same thing
    Spaced out in the staircase, performing a sting
    It's hard to keep control, I bless those who seek a scroll
    Trying to reach a whole nation and break the sleeper hold

    Not a role model, I walk a hard road to follow
    I sold bottles of sorrow then chose poems and novels

    The gospel was told, some souls it swallowed whole
    Mentally they fold, and they eventually sold
    their life and times, deadly like the virus design
    but too, minute to dilute, the scientist mind


    The back and forth chorus fits perfectly and instills a positive message and hope for the future, in a lyrically very down-beat track.

    You can't party your life away
    Drink your life away
    Smoke your life away
    Fuck your life away
    Dream your life away
    Scheme your life away
    Cause your seeds grow up the same way

    Masta's verse is just incredible, he speaks about a Muslim family, the victims of scientific experimentation and gun violence.

    A voice cries from the wilderness of the North
    A representation of the families that lost one
    all victims of incarceration
    Or other divisions of the family structure
    Youths are injected with serums that leads
    to skin irritations, babies being born with
    disfigurations, experimentations
    On their faces there bear world relations
    of mothers that carry the pain
    of blood stained streets where sisters mourn and wail
    Fifth brothers been slain from hails of gun fire

    It lightly begins to rain screams of terror
    are hidden by the passing trains
    This can't be little Hussein, his uncle cried
    As he drops to his nephew's side, holding his cane

    Just give me a name, of who has inflicted this
    bitter sickness, and left us to witness


    U-God rips it admirably considering he's just plain outshined by brilliant verses all around him

    Yeah, yo
    Curses from war, innocent blood spills for days
    Soothe in godly ways, hands, solemn in praise
    Tree of life, more precious than Wu is golden game
    The wise self flourish inherit, Halls of Fame
    Crime visions in my blood got me, locked in prison
    While we die hard living people whine about religion, vision
    Blow, spin, and sin and killing what's revealing
    It's a never ending battle with no ending or beginning, listen
    Zero process, progress, become the hunted
    America's most wanted, good life flaunted, want it
    Some love the speed, some satisfy a need
    Some want to be down, young gun seed, jungle breed
    The strong must feed, someone die, someone bleed
    One flew astray, and then caught my little seed
    Can it be, the ice have us trife life, made me grab the knife
    The righteous man would be within these stripes pipes
    Take in my energy, breath and know the rest
    Cause the good die young and the hard die best


    RZA's verse just makes me smile. It's so clever and funny, it's just all around intelligent, and is the essential core of the track covering all bases, from his stern warning to the young women, to Medicaid, to his unique view of the American flag he makes sure he is heard.

    Y'all bitches love dances, and pulling down your pants
    while your man's on tour, your spending up his advances
    Your friends ain't shit, all they do is drink, smoke, and suck dick
    The whole projects is trapped in stench
    You either high school drop-outs, one to three cop-outs
    Fifteen years old, shorty ass and top out
    Ninety-nine cent beer drinking pussy stinking
    Fucking so much your ass and titties start shrinking

    New World Order slave trade, minimum wage, Medicaid
    Can a devil fool a Muslim nowadays
    Inside my lab, I'm going mad
    Took two drags off the blunts, and started breaking down the flag

    The blue is for the Crips, the red is for the Bloods
    The whites for the cops, and the stars come from the clubs

    or the slugs that ignites, through the night, by the dawn
    Early light, why is sons fighting for the stripe


    Mef brings it home...

    As we dwell through this concrete hell, calling it home
    Mama say, take your time young man and build your own
    Don't wind up like your old dad
    Still searching for them glory days he never had
    So many bad want to scheme for American dream, no more kings
    The cash rule everything now, we going down
    These babies looking up to us, it's up to us
    The Million Man March MC's, get on the bus
    But envy, greed, lust, and hate, separate
    Though the devil mind state blood kin cannot relate
    No longer, brothers, we unstable
    Like Kane when he slew Abel, killing each other

    From Decks intro to the final hook, just sit back and enjoy. Don't waste your time looking for a weak verse....you wont find one.
    This is what the Wu do best.

    ***Review by TheWolf

    #24 Winter Warz
    - Ironman
    - 718 pts.

    Year:1996
    Artists:Raekwon/U-God/Ghostface Killah/Masta Killa/Cappadonna
    Producer:RZA
    Track: #7
    Time: 4:40

    During the apex of Wu-Tang dominance in hip hop, comes a posse cut featuring U-God, Ghostface, Raekwon, Masta Killa and the unofficial 10th member, Cappadonna. Winter Warz was first heard on Don't Be a Menace soundtrack and eventually became one of the many classic tracks on Ironman.

    Ghost's debut, the 5th Wu-solo release, is an instant classic called "Ironman." All over NY's Hot 97, back when hardcore hip hop actually got mad airplay, Warz was at the forefront of mainstream hip hop radio. This was sorta unreal considering this track is well over 4mins. (A no-no in commercial radio) Wu tracks were always long especially posse cuts like this.

    The hook hits you immediately...


    Yes the shit is raw, comin at your door
    Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
    Yes the hour's four, I told you before
    Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war)

    U-God sets shit off with heat then torches passed thru Generals settin up Cappadonna's RIDICULOUS verse. You know you recite his verse when you hear it in your cars, party, concert or at the crib. Cappa wouldnt stop ! Making his debut on Rae's Cuban Link, lots of heads were forced to take serious notice with his verse on Winter Warz.

    Cut you like a blunt & Re-construct ya design, I know you wanna diss me, but I can read ya mind..cuz you weak in the knees like SWV, tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee....

    Just one of many sick lines in his verse. Not that Ghost's & Masta's verses were off point, they just let Cap shine on this one. Rae doin' the hook was a nice change and RZA's production with the high pitched sample throughout the track resembles the sound of bees
    swarming. THE ONLY song played during the end credits of Dont Be a Menace without any edits, it plays straight thru to the end of the credits. Wu Posse cuts ain't the same unless RZA is behind the production.

    Another classic in the chamber from the clan in the days when they were unstoppable.

    fav lines- Cappa's whole verse


    You heard of the rasp before but kept waitin
    for the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong
    Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong
    Extravangza, time sits still
    No propoganda, be wary of the skill
    As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum
    Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome
    Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat
    CD massacre, murder to cassette
    I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nuttin yet
    One man ran, tryin to get away from it
    Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh
    into your chamber like Freddy enter dream
    Discombumberate your technique and your scheme
    Four course applause, like a black dat to dat
    You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map
    Nowhere to go except next show bro
    Entertainin motherfuckers can't stop O
    in battlin, you don't want me to start tattlin
    All upon the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattlin
    Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich
    Every other day my whole dress code switch
    So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry
    All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry
    Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen
    Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out
    I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill
    See my face on the twenty dollar bill
    Cash it in, and get ten dollars back
    The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax
    Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve
    Put all the other LP's back on the shelf
    And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7
    1-6-0-4-9-3-11
    And you could get long dick hip-hop affection
    I damage any MC who step in my direction
    I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard
    Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd
    My repotoire, is U.S.S.R.
    P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
    and ran over, by the Method Man jeep
    Divine can't define my style is so deep
    like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy
    like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
    Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design
    I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind
    Cuz you weak in the knees, like SWV
    Tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee
    Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott
    Me and RZA ridin name printed in the tablet
    under vets, we paid our debts for mad years
    Hibernate the sound, and now we out like beers
    and blunt power, born physically power speakin
    The truth in the song be the pro-black teachin


    ***review by Tekunique


    #23 Can It Be All So Simple
    - Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)
    - 724 pts.

    Year:1993
    Artists:
    RZA/Raekwon/Ghostface Killah
    Producer:RZA
    Track: #5
    Time: 6:53
    Samples: "The Way We Were" - Gladys Knight & The Pips
    "I Got The" - Labi Siffre

    The third and final single for 36 Chambers, a very emotional song with sentimental, extraordinary, terrific verses from Raekwon and Ghostface Killah. Ghost and Rae both drop verses that are considered among their best ever. This song is as good as they get. This song WILL hit you hard. The lyrics take your mind on a visual journey, as the melody, a slow rumbling one provides the emotional heart to the song. The forefont is a a couple of low strumming notes that break and get higher at various points in the track, kind of boring, but the subconscious hooks, two brilliant ones at that, are this high screeching whistle that is oh so Wu, and the instrumental sample itself, followed by a what sounds like a woman's chuckle. The looping "Can it be that it was all so simple then" and the whistle give you the essence of the Wu-Tang sound. After a intro that takes you in with the sentence.....

    "Everybody's talking bout the good ol' days, let's talk about the good ol' days"

    Started off on the island, AK Shaolin
    Niggaz wildin', gun shots thrown the phone dialin
    Back in the days of eight now, makin a tape now
    Rae gotta get a plate now
    Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one
    Till I got (BAM! BAM!) thrown one
    Yeah, my pops was a fiend since sixteen
    Shootin' that (that's that shit!) in his blood stream
    That's the life of a crimey, real live crimey
    If niggas know the half is behind me
    Day one, yo, growin all up in the ghetto
    Now I'm a weed fiend, jettin the Palmetto
    In Medina, yo no doubt the God got crazy clout
    Pushin the big joint from down South
    So if you're filthy stacked up
    Betta watch ya back and duck
    Cause these fiends they gotit cracked up
    Now my man from up north, now he got the law
    It's solid as a rock and crazy salt
    No jokes, I'm not playin, get his folks
    Desert Eagle his dick and put 'em in a yolk (AAH!)


    And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop
    I pointed a gat at his mother's knot


    (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit! //gunshots//)
    Fuck that


    With a very emotional hook, that hits you immediately after the gunshots...


    Dedicated to the winners and the losers
    (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
    Dedicated to all jeeps and land cruisers
    (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
    Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's
    (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
    Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys
    (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
    Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ax
    (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
    Dedicated to MPV's phat!
    (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
    Nigga, yeah, yeah!...

    When you thought it was as emotional as it could possibly get, Ghostface Killah comes in with a verse that many, including me, consider his best work. You can feel the energy get to you with every line he spits...

    Kickin the fly cliches
    Doing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day
    Though I'm tired of bustin off shots having to rock knots
    Runnin up in spots and makin shit hot
    I'd rather flip shows instead of those
    Hangin on my living room wall
    My first joint, and it went gold
    I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade
    Plus the spot light
    Gettin my dick rubbed all night
    I wanna have me a fat yacht
    And enough land to go and plant my own cess crops
    But for now, it just a big dream
    Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen
    My thoughts must be relaxed
    Be able to maintain
    Cause times is changed and life is strange
    The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doin' bad
    Yo, mad lives is up for grabs


    Brothers, passin away, I gotta make wakes
    Receivin all types of calls from upstate


    Yo, I can't cope with the pressure
    Settling for lesser
    The god left lessons on my dresser


    So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way
    Continue to make hits with Rae and A
    Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime


    Peace to mankind Ghostface carry a black nine, nigga

    With that said... you can all wipe your eyes while the sample is going until it fades out and a smile can go back to your face as you hear Method Man describing fellow Clansmen in an excerpt of an interview from back in the day.

    ***review by Shizzah

    #22 Rainy Dayz
    - Only Built for Cuban Linx
    - 730 pts.

    Year:1995
    Artists:
    Blue Raspberry/Ghostface Killah/Raekwon
    Producer:RZA
    Track: #6
    Time: 6:02
    Samples: "Ain't No Sunshine" - Michael Jackson
    "You Know How to Make Me Feel So Good" - Harold Melvin and the Blue Notes
    Movie Sample: "The Killer"

    Can I get a guest review?


    #21 Hellz Wind Staff
    - Wu-Tang Forever
    - 753 pts.

    Year:1997
    Artists:
    Streetlife/Ghostface Killah/Inspectah Deck/Method Man/RZA/Raekwon
    Producer:RZA
    Track: #12
    Time: 4:52

    Can I get a guest review?

    #20 Verbal Intercourse
    - Onl
    y Built for Cuban Linx - 755 pts.

    Year:1995
    Artists:
    Nas/Ghostface Killah/Raekwon
    Producer:RZA
    Track: #12
    Time: 3:31
    Sample:
    "If You Think It (You May As Well Do It)" - The Emotions



    The greatest guest performance on any Wu Tang song ever and there's not even an argument. Nas brings a presence to this song that many others who have followed have tried but failed to exceed. He belongs here, on this album, on this song. The beat is an enigma filled with ambient sounds and a sultry whispering woman's voice sample. The melody is a hook in and of itself. Is it a harmonica? A clarinet? I'm not too sure but what I am sure of is that it's one of the RZA's compositions.

    The title alone is one of the greatest metaphors ever, as if that wasn't enough all three emcees spit rapid fire darts up and down and get a ton in with just a sparse three and a half minutes to do it. Nas' verse is a jump off that's so utterly unforgettable, it has been permanently ingrained in my mind, I will be a senile old man reciting that verse to pissed off bed nurses.

    Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
    I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
    When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
    to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
    Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
    Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
    Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
    I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
    while, funny style niggaz roll in the pile
    Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle

    Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the
    pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife

    It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in
    Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
    From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
    Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

    Raekwon takes right over with no pause at all in the action...

    Perhaps bullets bust niggaz discuss mad money
    True lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes
    Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate
    Pyrex pots, we break, fiends lickin plates
    In the building niggaz building, like little children starin
    Them older niggaz aint carin
    Sirens circlin fiends are lurkin in your baggage
    oh, one's gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage
    In the woodwork, crack cells bubble like Woolworth's
    in the projects, richest niggaz rockin all the real worth
    Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in
    Tradin in they Lexus' GS's sendin messages
    Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour
    Gun wars my crew phantom like swords

    Once again no pause at all, no time to take your breath and here's Ghost ending this masterpiece with a big red cherry on top....

    With the green leathers, hundred pound snakes and cakes
    Fiends found in lakes, jealousy Jakes we shake
    What I strive for is what I live for
    Infatuated by material things, and it's wild like for war
    like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
    Future stacks yo I hold
    Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox
    Don't keep jack in my lap, don't wanna see Tupac
    Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks
    Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
    In the Now, I'm bangin niggaz for slide time
    Hurry up Duke I'm next, show em mine
    And what the fuck is you looking at?
    By the way young blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat
    Watch your back inside the hall, new niggaz slide through
    like doors yo, you're starin in the mess hall
    Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin
    New jacks surrenderin, come home not rememberin
    Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
    Lookin gay in the yard, and you got hurt
    Flashbacks, of the day room, mop ringer style
    Your faggot ass got bashed tryin to turn the dial
    You told your boo you was whylin
    Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
    High class cooks, throw on vestes out of phone books
    Infirmary niggas are screaming, "I got drugs!"
    Sharpen toothbrushes 190 mixed with baby oil and shit
    Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks

    Well I'ma end this with a big red cherry on top
    Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the block


    The song ends with a really novel idea with overlapping outro hooks by Ghost and Rae...

    Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit
    Word up, throw your hands up
    Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit
    Cock back the Mac an say whatever
    Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
    Your Hawaiian's stale, exoticness, fly shit
    RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet
    Floatin on in nine-five in the basement


    #19 Shimmy Shimmy Ya
    - Return to the 36 Chambers : The Dirty Ver
    sion - 774 pts.

    Year:1995
    Artists:
    Ol' Dirty Bastard
    Producer:RZA
    Track: #12
    Time: 2:41
    Samples:
    "Hip-Hug-Her" - Booker T & The MG's
    "I Like It" - The Emotions
    "Knocks Me Off My Feet"- Stevie Wonder
    "Have Your Ass Home by 11:00" - Richard Prior

    Can I get a guest review?

    #18 Ice Cream
    -
    Only Built for Cuban Linx - 788 pts.

    Year:1995
    Artists:
    Method Man/Ghostface Killah/Raekwon/Cappadonna
    Producer:RZA
    Track: #15
    Time: 4:12
    Samples:
    "Dear Uncle Sam" - The Charmels

    1995. Only Built 4 Cuban Linx. The Purple Tape. A song about women. Who better to do it than Ghostface, Mr Mef, Cappadonna and Raekwon. The third single off OB4CL brought us one of the greatest Wu songs of all time. While our main characters drop their verses that blow images of hotties in your mind, Method Man quietly steals the show with his catchy chorus and epic outro. His Stallion voice and his love for women put together will make you rewind, whether you like it or not, multiple times.

    While all three main protagonists drop exceptional verses, none of that would be next level material if not for RZA's '96 beat style. With a simple melody consisting of 7 high end looping piano notes, and a subconscious hook that almost sounds like women shouting, it gets you in the mood immediately.

    With Johnny Blaze opening the song with his chorus.....

    Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your guts
    French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe
    Even caramel sundaes is gettin touched
    And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up


    Ghostface Killah drops in as hard as they get, with a great flow structure and a visual verbal medley that he will go on to perfect later in his career.

    Yo honey-dips, summertime, fine Jheri drippin
    See you on Pickens with a bunch of chickens how you're clickin
    I catch shootin strong notes as we got close
    She rocked rope, honey throat smellin like Impulse
    Your whole shell baby's wicked like Nimrod
    Caught me like a fresh-water scrod, or may I not be God
    Attitude is very rude Boo, crabby like seafood
    It turns me on like Vassey and Lahrule
    They call me Starky Love-hun, check the strategy
    By any means, Shirley Temple cross was done by Billie Jean's
    Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right true
    Lazy eyeball, small piece, six shoe
    Caramel complexion, breath smellin like cinnamon
    Excuse me hon, the Don mean no harm, turn around again
    God damn, backyard's bangin like a Benzy
    If I was jiggy, you'd be spotted like Spud McKenzie
    I'm high powered put Adina Howard to sleep
    Yo pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week, but uhh

    Back to you Maybelline Queen let's make a team
    You can have anything in this world except CREAM


    So whatchu wanna do? Whatchu wanna do?
    Let's go ahead and walk these dogs and represent Wu

    Raekwon's verse is pretty brief but loaded with slang which makes you think, and demands you listen to it again and again.

    Shaolin's finest, whattup Boo, peace your highness
    Yo I'm loungin, big dick style, y'all niggaz is the flyest
    Moves you're making too fly jewels are shaking
    not a rape patient, you're looking good fly colored Asian
    Ghettoes, them is your hometown, we can go the whole round
    After that, I'm shootin downtown
    I'm rockin hats and you wig is all intact
    Who's that queen bee chick, eyes curly black

    Freaks be movin in fly sneaks
    Two finger rings and gold teeth, and ain't afraid to hold heat


    So when I step in the square dear
    You better have CREAM to share, Ricans, ven aqui yeah

    It's no secret Cappa is a fan of the ladies, and he demonstrates it with his own unique style.

    Black chocolate girl wonder, shade brown like Thunder
    Politic til your deficit step, gimme your number
    Your sexy persuasive ta-ta's and thighs
    Catch my eyes like highs I want your bodily surprise

    Double dime some time, Ice Cream you got me falling out like a cripple,

    I love you like I love my dick size


    ooh baby I miss you, your sweet tender touches
    take pulls off the dutches, orgasm in my mind state
    masturbate in your clutches, I want you for self
    like wealth, so play me closely
    Bitches paranoia for the sting, who want the most of me
    Only a hard dozen want to be callin' me cousin
    Thirsty for my catalog, baby shoppin' spree you're lovin'
    Call me if you want to get dug like the pockets
    I jism like a giant break brooms out of their sockets


    Method Man ends the song in a manner we will probably never see again. His outro hook is one of the best Wu-Moments ever.

    Wu-Tang in the cut, for real niggaz what?
    It's the after party and bitches want to fuck


    Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your guts
    French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe
    Even caramel sundaes is gettin touched
    And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up

    Ice cold bitches melt down when in the clutch
    They want they titties sucked, ice cream


    One love to my chocolate deluxes, keep your nails done
    and your wigs tight, word up
    One love to my butter-pecan Ricans for calling me papi
    That's for real
    One love to caramel sundaes, with the cherries on top
    Yeah
    And big up to my french vanillas
    Parlez vous, francais, mi amor, merci, oui oui, bon bons
    and all that good stuff

    ***review by Shizzah
    #17 Bring Da Ruckus
    -
    Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) -
    821 pts. (1)

    Year:1993
    Artists:RZA
    /Ghostface Killah/Raekwon/Inspectah Deck/GZA
    Producer:RZA
    Track: #1
    Time: 4:10
    Samples:
    "Synthetic Substitution" - Melvin Bliss
    Movie Samples: Shaolin vs Wu-Tang,
    Ten Tigers from Kwangtung

    The opening track of just about the greatest hip hop album of all time, is an attention grabber of the highest level. Nothing gets me more hyped than hearing that first sample and knowing whats to come.

    Shaolin shadowboxing, and the Wu-Tang sword style
    If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous
    Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me?
    En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style


    Nothing is usual here, it's about as far from what was considered normal hip hop at the time. This is a hardcore battle track, not for virgin ears and certainly not for the over-zealous religious types or easy listening buffs. The drum kit is hard hitting and contains an unusual thumb snap in the percussion. The melody (if you can call it that) consists of sound effects that separately would scare dogs away but together mesh like a grandma's knitted sweater.

    After the Shaolin vs. Wu-Tang sample, Ghost sets things off properly, never having reached this level of amped-upped-ness subsequently.

    Ghostface, Catch the blast of a hype verse
    My glock bursts, leave in a hearse, I did worse

    I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk
    Your head rush, fly like Egyptian musk

    Aw shit, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks an'
    however, I master the trick just like Nixon,
    causin' terror, quick damage your whole era
    Hardrocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot
    P.L.O. style, hazardous cause I wreck this dangerous
    I blow sparks like Waco, Texas

    Next up is Raekwon who introduces us to the familiar sound of the Wu, SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!

    I watch my back like I'm locked down
    Hardcore hittin' sound, watch me act bugged and tear it down
    A literate type asshole, songs goin' gold, no doubt
    and you watch a corny nigga fold
    Yeah, they fake and all that
    carryin' gats but yo, my Clan's rollin' like forty Macs
    Now your act convinced, I guess it makes sense

    Wu-Tang, goes suuuuuuuuu, represent

    I wait for one to act up
    Now I got him backed up Gun to his neck now, react, what?
    And that's one in the chamber
    Wu-Tang banger, 36 styles of danger

    Now it's Deck's turn and he doesn't disappoint, dropping one of the hottest verses of all time. Don't believe it? Family guy quoted it and threw in a white people's translation. Just another classic moment brought to you by a classic song.

    I rip it hardcore like porno-flick bitches
    I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits

    Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin'
    Wu-Tang slang, I'll leave your headpiece hangin'
    Bust this, I'm kickin' like Segall Out For Justice
    The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus
    Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue
    Murder-one - my style shot your knot like a stun-gun
    I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness,
    set it on the microphone, and competition get blown
    by this nasty-ass nigga with my nigga - the RZA,
    charged like a bull and got pull like a trigga
    So bad stabbin' up the pad with the vocab, crab

    I scream on your ass like your dad!!! (bring it on...)


    Gza takes the track in for a perfect 5.0 landing...

    Yo, I'm more rugged than slaveman boots
    New recruits, I'm fuckin' up MC troops
    I break loops and trample shit while I stomp!
    A mudhole in that ass, cause I'm straight out the swamp

    creepin' up on site, now it's Fright Night
    My Wu-Tang slang is mad fuckin' dangerous
    and more deadly than the stroke of an axe
    Choppin' through your back, *swish*
    givin' by-standers heart-attacks
    Niggas try to flip, tell me who is him?
    I blow up his fuckin' prism, make it a vicious act of terrorism

    You wanna bring it, so fuck it
    Come on and bring the ruckus
    And I provoke niggaz to kick buckets

    I'm wettin' cream, I ain't wettin' fame
    Who's sellin' gain I'm givin' out a deadly game
    It's not the Russian, it's the Wu-Tang crushin' roulette
    Slip up and get fucked like Suzette
    Bring da fuckin' ruckus...

    Songs rarely, if ever, kick serious ass like this one does. You are the roadrunner, and this joint is the anvil that gets dropped on your head.

    #16 Reunited
    -
    Wu-Tang Forever - 840 pts.

    Year:1997
    Artists:
    Roxanne/GZA/Ol' Dirty Bastard/RZA/Method Man
    Producer:RZA
    Track: #2
    Time: 5:21

    It’s Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers…

    The message of this hook performed by Roxanne explodes like a volcano in NYC with its molten core being Staten Island, swarming the world with a message that spread like wildfire that the Wu-Tang Clan is back and won’t be stopped.

    The beat is composed with untamed strings that range from steady to screeching, overlayed with a hard rapping snare that drives the tempo. All emcees who grab the mic on this one do so without reservations, practically shouting the lyrics with an incredible energy.

    GZA emerges with his mind-bending cerebral lyrics, making his verse unforgettable.

    Reunited, double LP, we're all excited
    Struck a match to the underground, industry ignited

    from metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth
    Wicked niggaz come, try to burglarize the turf
    Scattin off soft-ass beats them niggaz rap happily
    Tragically, that style, deter-iate, rapidly
    Uncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositions
    You couldn't add it up, if you mastered addition
    Where I come from, gettin visual is habitual
    De-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in rituals
    I splash the paint on the wall, it formed the mural
    He took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was plural
    Rhymin while impaired, dart hit your garment
    Pierced your internal, streamlined compartments

    Just consider the unparallel advantage
    Of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage


    One hell of a way to end a verse, and it's only beginning because Dirty brings his insane flow to verse 2. He actually sounds drunk here as his bars all seem to slur together.

    Bitch ass niggaz counterfeit the funk
    I smoke the bead and the skunk, tree top of the trunk
    Moonshine drunken monk, Ya HEAD, get shrunk
    The touch of skunk, I be fuckin bitches by the chunk
    my name black, do words wanna play in my dirt?
    Bitch stop my momma serve, free lunch from the church
    I come like a thousand doves
    Bitch you quiet at the bus, makin the fuss, I gots tough love
    Unglove the news, watch a nigga transfuse
    Dirty add to the fuse, heavy at the booze
    I don't walk, I get carried
    Gold and platinum frisbees on my wall, lookin properly
    but come-ly, I U.F.O. you Wright Brothers
    The Indian that sold Manhattan to the white man
    my grandfather, step up and get knocked right the fuck out
    Come to the cook-out, Dirty bitch at the mouth
    You scared? Run around like a plane about to crash


    The first real sign of the Bobby Digital, Unspoken Word style is heard here by RZA, who amazes with his outstanding metaphors.

    Yo, yo, The Riddler, funny bone tickler, freak Caligula
    Bigger dick sex enigma pistol fertilize your stigma
    Stinkbox, order from pink dot
    MC's get stuck on ink blots as I plug to the sinkbox

    Wu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewalk
    Talk strange like B-jork, great hero Jim Thorpe
    How can I put it? Life is like video footage
    Hard to edit, directors, that never understood it
    I'm too impulsive, my deadly corrosive dosage
    attack when you least notice through explosive postage
    I don't play, the rap souflee sautee for the day
    Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig A, Leg Leg Arm Head
    Spread like plague, we drink Hennessee by the jig
    I got the golden egg plus the goose
    Eighty proof, Absolut, mixed with cranberry fruit juice
    Ginseng boost, I got yo' neck in a noose
    Keep my money wrinkled, the rap star twinkle killer instinct
    sixteen bar nickle sell more copies than Kinko

    Grow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete us
    and we return like Jesus, when the whole world need us


    With an ending to his verse so extraordinary it's hard to imagine anyone following that, but Mef pulls anchor here, admirably so...

    Is it appetite for destruction
    Slap a murder rap on this production, I touch somethin trust nuttin
    Iron Lung/Twisted Metal
    I see em duckin my dart gun, bustin, from every angle
    Worldwide total carnage, the sickest flow
    that be code named Agent Orange, killin you slow
    It's only right you pay homage
    to those that's bout to blow like that shit up your nose, solid
    as a rock when I strike target, verbal
    Be screamin on you like a drill sergeant, herbals
    got me where I wanna be right now, don't know the time
    Check the hour on your sundial, watch me shine
    Drunk off of cheap wine
    Each line be on point when I speak mine

    On behalf of my crew, SUUUUUUUUUUU, Enter the Wu
    Thirty-Six more deadly Chambers, to take you through


    Too hard the snares, too sharp the strings, too focused the generals, too timeless GZA’s introduction. As a jump off to the Clan’s sophomore album Wu-Tang Forever , the Clan shows why they are eligible for the crown in hip hop.

    ***review by GFX and Rock


    #15 Liquid Swords
    -
    Liquid Swords - 853 pts.

    Year:1995
    Artists:
    GZA/RZA
    Producer:RZA
    Track: #1
    Time: 4:31
    Samples:
    "Mercy, Mercy, Mercy" - Willie Mitchell
    "Groovin'" by Willie Mitchell
    "That's the Way it Is" - Al Green
    Movie Sample: Showgun Assassin

    I can imagine this being the first song that many late coming Wu fans like skaters ever heard. And what a song to introduce you right? Start with probably the most recognizable Kung fu movie sample (Shogun Assassin) in the entire catalog and add a deliriously dreary beat mixed with fire by Gza on the mic and you have new lifelong fans.

    The album opens with this track and this sample, used again in Kill Bill Volume 2...

    When I was little... my father was famous.
    He was the greatest sam-urai in the empire;
    and he was the Shogun's decapitator.
    He cut off the heads of a hundred and thirty-one lords.
    It was a bad time for the empire.
    The Shogun just stayed inside his castle -- and he never came out.
    People said his brain was infected by DEVILS.
    My father would come home -- he would forget about the killings.
    He wasn't scared of the Shogun, but the Shogun was scared of him.
    Maybe that was the problem.
    Then, one night... the Shogun sent his ninja spies to our house.
    They were supposed to kill my father... but they didn't.
    *woman screams*
    That was the night everything changed...


    After the voice fades and we are introduced to RZA's strange dark beat consisting of sharp string jabs and hard snare raps. RZA opens...

    See, sometimes...
    You gotta flash em back
    See niggaz don't know where this shit started
    Y'all know where it came from
    I'm sayin we gonna take y'all back to the swords
    We bounce, yo


    When the MC's came, to live our their name
    And to perform (forrrrm)
    Some had, to snort cocaine (caiiinnne) to act insane (sannne)

    with before Pete Rock-ed it on, now gone
    that the mental plane (plaaanne) to spark the brain
    (brainnn)
    with the building to be born
    Yo RZA flip the track with the what to guy
    Check em check chicka icka etta UHH


    GZA makes mincemeat of this track flipping metaphor after metaphor, omages everywhere, verbal jabs all over, and there is no pausing or slowing down, he's like a bulldozer.

    Fake niggaz get blitzed
    in mic fights I swing swords and cut clowns
    Shit is too swift to bite you record and write it down
    I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe
    on some loud howl shit, to insert a fiend
    But it was yo ock, the shop stolen heart
    Catch a swollen heart from not rollin smart
    I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurt
    Shit's played, like zodiac signs on sweatshirt
    That's minimum, and feminine like sandals
    My minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble
    Energy is felt once the cards are dealt
    With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts
    that attack, the mic-phones like cyclones or typhoon
    I represent from midnight to high noon

    I don't waste ink, nigga I think
    I drop megaton BOMBS more faster than you blink

    Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed
    Clouds of smoke, of natural blends of weed
    Only under one circumstance is if I'm blunted
    Turn that shit up, my clan in da front want it


    After the chorus comes on briefly, GZA reloads and fires again, his flow deftly matching the beat.

    I'm on a Mission, that niggaz say is Impossible
    But when I swing my swords they all choppable
    I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper
    Child educator, plus head amputator

    Cause niggaz styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers
    Lyrics are weak, like clock radio speakers

    Don't even stop in my station and attack
    while your plan failed, hit the rail, like Amtrak
    What the fuck for? Down by law, I make law
    I be justice, I sentence that ass two to four
    round the clock, that state pen time check it
    With the pens I be stickin but you can't stick to crime
    Came through with the Wu, slid off on the DL
    I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells
    Now come aboard, it's Medina bound
    Into the chamber, and it's a whole different sound

    It's a wide entrance, small exit like a funnel
    So deep it's picked up on radios in tunnels

    Niggaz are fascinated how the shit begin
    Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin

    Quite possibly GZA's best solo ever, he murks a relatively simple beat with incredible lyrics.



    #14 Incarcerated Scarfaces
    -
    Only Built for Cuban Linx- 864 pts.

    Year:1995
    Artists:
    Raekwon
    Producer:RZA
    Track: #5
    Time: 4:42
    Samples: "You're Getting Too Smart" - Detroit Emeralds
    "Wang Dang Doodle" by Koko Taylor


    During the mid-nineties, at the height of Wu-Tang popularity, came the Cuban Linx saga, a time when mafioso nicknames and Wallaby Clarks was the norm. In that saga, came the greatest solo joint by Raekwon in the collection.

    Starting off with a sample that appears to tell volumes about the drug game in just a short conversation, enter the greatest hi-hat/snare beat ever bangs your speakers. Again, RZA follows that principle
    less is more, adding a perfectly fitting sample to it. It’s one of those instrumentals you can loop for hours without getting tired of it. The simplicity is just overwhelming. Rae enters the stage with an addictive hook that gets you hyped for this five minute long classic.

    Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin out
    It's for real though, let's connect politic - ditto!
    We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
    Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces


    Rae fires another bullet right away, going to work on his first verse. The first lines once again display that the clan knew their business, just dominating the industry single-handed.

    Thug related style attract millions
    Fans, they understand my plan
    Who's the kid up in the green Land?

    Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose
    Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised

    Fake be frontin, hourglass heads niggaz be wantin
    Shuttin down your slot; time for pumpin
    Poisonous sting which thumps up and act chumps
    Raise a heavy generator
    But yo, guess who's the black Trump?
    Dough be flowin by the hour's
    Wu, we got the collars, scholars
    Word life, peace to power and my whole unit
    Word up! Quick to set it, don't wet it
    Real niggas lick shots,

    peace Connecticut

    For two more lengthy verses, Raekwon continues to intrigue and amaze, bringing the house down all by himself.

    Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable
    Real niggaz raise up, spend your money, argue
    But this time is for the uninvited
    Go head and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is gettin fired
    Morphine chicks be burnin like chlorine
    Niggaz recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Greene
    But hold up, Moet be tastin like throw-up
    My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up
    Ya never had no wins, slidin in these dens wit Timbs
    Wit Mac-10's and broke friends
    Ya got guns, got guns too, what up son, do
    you wanna battle for cash and see who Sun too?
    I probably wax, tax, smack rap niggaz who fax
    niggaz lyrics is wack nigga
    Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin Scud missles
    You rollin like Trump, you get your meat lumped
    For real, it's just slang rap democracy
    Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees
    Check the status, soon to see me at
    Caesar's Palace eatin salads
    We beatin mics and the keys to Dallas
    I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
    From where we at to my man's cell
    From staircase to stage, minimun wage
    But soon to get a article in RapPage
    But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac
    Bank account fat - it's goin' down like that
    And pardon the French but let me speak Italian
    Black Stallion, dwellin on Shaolin
    That means the island of Staten
    And niggaz carry gats and mad police from Manhattan

    I do this for barber shop niggaz in the Plaza
    Catchin asthma, Rae is stickin gun-flashers
    Well-dressed, skatin through the projects wit big ones
    Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one
    upstairs, swithc like a chameleon
    Hip Brazilians, pass the cash or leave your children
    Leave the buildin
    Niggas, yo they be foldin' like envelopes under pressure
    Like Lou Farigno on coke
    Yo, Africans denyin niggaz up in yellow cabs
    Musty like funk, wavin they arms, the Arabs
    Sit back, coolin like Kahlua's on rocks
    On the crack spots, rubberband wrapped on my knots
    You bitches who fuck dreds on Sudafeds
    Pussy's hurtin, they did it for a yard for the Feds
    Word up cousin, nigga, I seen it
    Like a 27-inch Zenith - believe it!

    With an instantly a repeatable hook, and three great verses by the Chef, the Corp voted to make this track an instant classic.

    ***Review by The GFX


    #13 Brooklyn Zoo
    -
    Return to the 36 Chambers : The Dirty Version - 903 pts.

    Year:1994
    Artists:
    Ol' Dirty Bastard
    Producer:True Master/Ol' Dirty Bastard
    Track: #4
    Time: 3:37

    Arguably the best thing True Master has ever done artistically. Amazingly no samples are used here. This ingenious melody was spawned out of thin air. Break down the off key piano chords and the baseline into just themselves and what do have? Zero. Nothing. Something that is unlistenable. Put them together and what you have is an eclectic melody that wraps around you like the arms of an octupus and sucks you in. New math : 0+0 = 5 star status, and that's just the beat. Add Dirty's crazy lyrics, voice inflections and eerie background noise and it may even exceed the classic status to a plane even higher if possible.

    Dirty opens the proceedings in typical Dirty fashion, blatant brash, and full of bravado, while his comerades in the backround fully encourage him to act crazy.

    Word up, I bust that nigga ass right now!
    Ain't none of them niggaz can't fuck with me!
    What? Nigga you could never fuck with me, my nigga!
    (Ol' Dirty) I'll fuck you up right now! What? What? What?
    Bust your motherfuckin ass boy! I ain't no motherfuckin joke
    You know who you talkin to?
    (Word up, bust that nigga ass, word up)
    Ol' Dirty Bastard y'knahmsayin? I'll fuck you up right now!
    Yeah, what? What?
    (Get that nigga yo! He ain't sayin nothin, fuck him!)

    The Red Sox fans have a saying about Manny Ramirez' laid back blazay attitude, "It's just Manny being Manny", well this is just Dirty being Dirty, no apologies necessary. Dirty opens his verse and you are taken on a roller coaster of flamboyant lyrics and voice inflections.

    I'm the one-man army, Ason
    I've never been tooken out, I keep MC's lookin out
    I drop science like girls be droppin babies
    Enough to make a nigga go cra-a-azy
    Energy buildin, takin all types of medicines
    Your ass thought you were better than
    Ason, I keep planets in orbit
    While I be comin with teeth, bitin more shit
    Enough to make ya break and shake ya ass
    Cause I create, rhymes good as a Tasty Cake, mix
    This style, I'm mastered in
    Niggas catchin headaches, what? What? You need aspirin?
    This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol
    Fuck around get sprayed with Lysol
    In your face like a can of mace, baby
    Is it burnin? Well fuck it, now you're learnin
    How, I don't even like your motherfuckin profile
    Give me my fuckin shit, CH-CH-BLAOW!
    Not seen and heard, no one knows
    You forget, niggaz be quiet as kept
    Now you know nothin; before you knew a whole fuckin lot
    Your ass don't wanna get shot!
    A lot of MC's came to my showdown
    To watch me put your fuckin ass lo-o-ow down
    As you can go, below zero
    Without a doubt I've never been tooken out
    By a nigga, who couldn't figure
    Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure
    Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure (Brooklyn Zoo)
    How to pull a fuckin gun trigger
    I said, "Get the fuck outta here!"
    Nigga wanna get too close, to the utmost
    But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host
    Introducin, yo FUCK that nigga's name!
    My hip-hop drops on your head like ra-a-ain
    And when it rains it pours, cause my rhymes hardcore
    That's why I give you more of the raw
    Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
    MC's I'll be bur-r-rnin, bur-r-rnin hot
    Whoa-hoa-hoa! Let me like slow up with the flow
    If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know
    I'm homicidal when you enter the target
    Nigga get up, act like a pig tryin to hog shit!
    So I take yo ass out quick
    The mics, I've had it my nigga, you can suck my dick
    If you wanna step to my motherfuckin rep'
    CH-CH-BLAOW! BLAOW! BLAOW! Blown to death
    You got shot cause you knock knock knock
    "Who's there?" Another motherfuckin hardrock
    Slackin on your mackin 'cause raw's what you lack
    You wanna react? Bring it on back...

    The hook is on outro and it is one of the greatest in the Wu-Tang collective.

    Shame on you, when you step through to
    The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo!



    The lyrics are bananas, the hook instantly quotable and beloved by true fans of the Wu. If you really want to know who is Dirty? Listen to this song. It encompasses the man himself in all his glory.



    #12 Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin' to Fuck Wit'
    -
    Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) - 968 pts.

    Year:1993
    Artists:
    RZA/Inspectah Deck/Method Man
    Producer:RZA/Method Man
    Track: #7
    Time: 3:36
    Samples:
    "Impeach the President" - The Honey Drippers
    "Hihache" - Lafayette Afro Rock Band
    "Nobody Beats the Biz" - Biz Markie
    The "Underdog" Theme

    Amped. That's the word that comes to mind when describing this classic. A beat with finger snap percussion, the very dirty drum kit, and the typical synthesized instruments that scream Wu Tang. Add the "tiger-style" voice sample and monk-like humming and it's all great and all Wu Tang. Rza and Mef (Co-prod.) provide some of their finest work here.

    RZA opens with an intro, his voice gritty as ever.


    Tiger style
    Yo, huh, huh

    Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit

    Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit

    Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit

    There's no place to hide once I step inside the room

    Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom
    BAM!
    Aw, MAN! I SLAM

    JAM, now scream like Tarzan


    he coninues into his verse, short but sweet.

    I be tossin, enforcin, my style is awesome
    I'm causin more Family Feud's than Richard Dawson
    And the survey said -- ya dead
    Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fuckin head
    MZA who was that? Aiyyo, the Wu is back
    Makin niggaz go BO BO!, like I'm Super Cat
    Me fear no-one, oh no, here come
    The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to the eardrum!

    Deck comes out firing immediately on verse 2...

    I puts the needle to the groove, I gets rude
    And I'm forced to fuck it up
    My style carries like a pickup truck
    Across the clear blue yonder
    Seek the China Sea, I slam tracks like quarterbacks sacks from L.T.
    Now why try and test, the Rebel INS?
    Blessed since the birth, I earth-slam your best
    Cause I bake the cake, then take the cake
    and eat it, too, with my crew while we head state to state!


    ...and RZA continues with one of the hardest hooks you will ever hear.

    And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus
    Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck with
    Straight from the motherfucking slums that's busted
    Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck with

    RZA then briefly introduces Mef who laces the track with one of his finest verses ever. Voice inflection, flow, and energy are all at their highest levels.

    The Meth will come out tomorrow,
    Styles, is wild, berserk, bizarro
    Flow, with more afro than Rollo
    Comin to a fork in the road which way to go just follow
    Method, the Legend, niggaz is Sleepy Hollow
    In fact I'm a hard act to follow
    I dealt for dolo, Bogart comin on through
    Niggaz is like "Oh, my God, not you!"
    Yes, I, come to get a slice of the punk and the pie
    Rather do than die, check my
    flava, comin from the RZA
    which is short for the razor
    Who make me reminisce true like Deja, Vu!

    I'm rubber, niggaz is like glue
    Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you

    The song concludes with RZA naming everybody they are down with, and it takes a while because he pretty much names the whole world, kinda giving the listener a grasp of the Clan's reach and popularity.


    #11 Glaciers of Ice
    -
    Only Built for Cuban Linx - 1054 pts.

    Year:1995
    Artists:
    Raekwon/Ghostface Killah/Blue Raspberry/60 Second Assassin/Masta Killa
    Producer:RZA
    Track: #11
    Time: 5:21
    Samples:
    "Children, Don't Get Weary" - Booker T. & the MG's

    Zone the fuck out and smoke a joint when you are hearing arguably one of the top 3 songs on the hip hop classic "Only Built for Cuban Linx."

    Just Ghost talking about rocking his Clarks in the summer is classic shit, but when the beat drops its on!!! The beat has a simple boom bap drum pattern that makes you break your neck, and a catchy ass Zelda video game sounding melody... a melody that makes you 1) lay the fuck back and smoke a blunt or 2) go fuck someone up on some silent assasin shit. One of RZA's all time gems.

    Lets not forget about Blue Raspberry's hypnotizing vocals which add a lot to the track especially in the end.

    This is one of the tastiest Wu-Tang sandwitches you can ever have: Raekwon, Masta Killa (who obliterates the track) and Ghostface Killah.

    Rae sets this shit up epicly:

    Stand on the block Reebok gun cocked
    Avalance rock get paid off mass murderous services


    and then continues to verbally molest the beat.

    Then theres Masta Killah (OH MY!!!)

    Proceed with caution as you enter the symphony
    Degrees of pulse will increase intensely
    Syndrome was caused by the deadly drums
    But the battle was won by swords being swung
    Slicing with a vocal
    From the international vocalist
    Ya style is too local
    To fuck with this
    All fits of antagonists
    No assistance movin motionless
    Mysterious swiftness
    Thoughts roll down the shaft of the brain
    Mental gives the signal to the physical
    Whirlwind kicks and hits from every angle
    Violent temperments
    Uncountenance dented
    Poison vintage wine rhymes I invented
    Chumped by the drunken punches that punches the heart
    Vital sparks from the arteries start


    This verse is Masta Killah at his best!!!

    Ghost of course has to shine because hes Ghost!!! and he always comes thought with his flashy "I get money" pretty boy rhymes:

    Chill on the whips to settle this, we can all get laced
    Take a boat cruise, sip daquiris and max swimmin pools/ Fly jewels Wally shoes blow stacks relax kid
    black kids got a cravin for grapes until we get back


    And of course the unforgetable:

    My seeds growin his seeds marry his seeds
    that's how we keep Wu-Tang money all up in the family


    The song ends with 60 Second Assasin laying down a little singing which is dope...

    it's been a long time...
    since Wu-Tang family came to shine...

    Certified "YO play that shit again" track.



    ***review by InspectahChek
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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
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    Quote Originally Posted by beautifulrock View Post
    #101 Buck 50 - Supreme Clientele - 279 pts.

    I heard the corp is bout that, psychotherapy, we all buggin' where the couch at?


    Wu til they bury me...


    A last chance entry in the polls, the fans decided it was too good to be left off. What you essentially have here is a bass driven sample with overlapping bells/whistles and an occasional guitar riff, which is great, but not compared to the lyrics. Mef, Cappa, Redman, and Ghost destroy the track lyrically and many quotable lines are left to sift through. A favorite of mine is Red's "Your weed got more seeds than ODB, can't smoke wit cha HUUUUAAAAHH!!!" The ending hook, like so many designed on Mef based tracks is incredibly memorable and demands replays.


    "The F'n Wu will open ya"


    fav lines - "Tyco nightglow velvet pose, special effects
    High-tech armors merc you at the shows
    Supercalifragalisticexpialidocious
    Dociousaliexpifragalisticcalisuper
    Cancun, catch me in the room, eatin grouper.."

    "Shoe fly shoo, Wally Don Clark crew
    Fuck y'all wanna do? Crack a brew, smoke an L or two
    And flip like (HUH)
    Killin for the whole click is sick like (HUH)
    You and your stank bitch eat a dick like (HUH)
    Baby shake your shit, girl you're thick like (HUH)
    Gettin rich like (HUH) Yeah.."

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    i feel a key moment in buck 50 is

    "starks with the parcheesi face, measly pace
    ol' face ghostface, jump out the window for a little taste
    the droopy look, my main bitches call me lazy
    educated birds say ghost you so crazy!
    "

    followed by... "there's no love to be found".

    up until this point i felt like ghost had been a serious battle rapper but hadn't yet begun to truly open up and reveal his sense of humor. i think that line captures both the endearing arrogance and silliness which ghost would expand upon on later releases and as far as i know, it's the first example of it. nothing on forever, ironman, ob4cl, or 36 strike me as containing any light-hearted moments from ghost.


    peace brock for this huge undertaking. look forward to seeing the rest.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Firm Handshakah View Post
    i feel a key moment in buck 50 is

    "starks with the parcheesi face, measly pace
    ol' face ghostface, jump out the window for a little taste
    the droopy look, my main bitches call me lazy
    educated birds say ghost you so crazy!
    "

    followed by... "there's no love to be found".

    up until this point i felt like ghost had been a serious battle rapper but hadn't yet begun to truly open up and reveal his sense of humor. i think that line captures both the endearing arrogance and silliness which ghost would expand upon on later releases and as far as i know, it's the first example of it. nothing on forever, ironman, ob4cl, or 36 strike me as containing any light-hearted moments from ghost.


    peace brock for this huge undertaking. look forward to seeing the rest.
    See guys, THIS is what I'm talking about, your idea was added, thanks a bunch.
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    hot, drop em slowly rock

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    lookin forward for the rest of the list
    props for your work
    peace

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    This is gonna be good. can't wait

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    If Damage is 99, i gotta see the the number 1 track.

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    Co-Sign to the fullest^

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    Now we're coming along nicely...
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    for me, personally, I Cant Goto Sleep is a Top 10 song. Regardless, good job on the break down

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    I had it in my own top 25, but this is the corp voting...
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    Quote Originally Posted by beautifulrock View Post
    I had it in my own top 25, but this is the corp voting...
    ..ahh I got you..makes sense now

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    i know i'm asking for a lot, but is it possible to name the samples for nr. 101-26 too?

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