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Default The Wu-Tang Corp Top 101

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... "


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

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#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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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'
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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
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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.

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#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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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












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#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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#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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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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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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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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