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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.

    Artists:Method Man/Ghostface Killah/Cappadonna/Redman

    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
    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.

    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.

    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.

    Artists:Ghostface Killah/RZA/Isaac Hayes

    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

    "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

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

    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.


    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.


    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
    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.

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

    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.

    Artists:Ol' Dirty Bastard/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.

    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.

    Artists:U-God/GZA/Raekwon/RZA/Masta Killa

    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.

    Artists:Ol' Dirty Bastard/Method Man/Raekwon

    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.

    Artists:Ghostface Killah

    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.


    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.

    Artists:Ghostface Killah/Raekwon

    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.

    Artists:Raekwon/Inspectah Deck/Masta Killa/Streetlife

    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.

    Artists:RZA/Masta Killa/GZA

    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?
    God body be flowing like the chi energy inside your artery"

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

    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)

    Artists:Ghostface Killah/Superb

    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.

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

    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.

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

    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


    , 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.

    Artists:Raekwon/Ghostface Killah

    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.


    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.

    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.

    Artists:Method Man

    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.

    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.

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

    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.

    Artists:U-God/Method Man/Masta Killa/George Clinton

    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.

    Artists:Raekwon/Ghostface Killah/Cappadonna

    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.

    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.

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

    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.

    Artists:The Force M.D.s/Raekwon/Ghostface Killah/Cappadonna

    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.

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

    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
    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)
    *gun blast*

    ***Review by Tauro

    #69 Fish - Ironman - 367.5 pts.

    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.

    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.

    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.

    Artists:Raekwon/Method Man

    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)


    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.

    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.

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

    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.

    Artists:Raekwon/RZA/Method Man

    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.

    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"

    I know, I know, I know, I know
    I know, I know, I know, I know
    I know, I know, I know, I know
    I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
    I know, I know, I know, I know
    I know, I know, I know
    I know, I know, I know, I know
    I know, I know, I know, BREAK IT DOWN!"

    #60 Silverbacks - No Said Date - 405 pts.

    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.

    Artists:U-God/Raekwon/GZA/Ghostface Killah

    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.

    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.

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

    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.

    Artists:Ghostface Killah/Mary J. Blige/Popa Wu

    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.

    Artists:RZA/Method Man

    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.

    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.

    Artists:Raekwon/Method Man

    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.

    Artists:Method Man

    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

    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.

    Artists:Masta Killa

    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....
    Last edited by brock; 06-21-2014 at 11:54 AM.

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    #50 School - No Said Date - 439 pts.

    Artists:Masta Killa/RZA

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

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

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

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

    #49 Mighty Healthy - Supreme Clientele - 450 pts.

    Artists:Ghostface Killah

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

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

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

    fav lines- all of em'

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

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

    Artists:Raekwon/Ghostface Killah/Blue Raspberry

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

    Raekwon,Ghost start off

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

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

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

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

    Yo, so now we connect doors, meet me at the airport

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

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

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

    DO HIM!

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

    Got to go down like that


    The song continues with a great memorable outro

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

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

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

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

    ***review by Shizzah

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

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

    Can I get a guest Review?

    #46 Cold World - Liquid Swords - 467 pts.

    Artists:GZA/Inspectah Deck/Life

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

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

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

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

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

    Artists:RZA/Jamie *******/U-God

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    ***review by Shizzah

    #44 Black Jesus - Ironman - 472 pts.

    Artists:Raekwon/Ghostface Killah/Popa Wu/U-God

    Can I get a guest Review?

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

    Artists:Inspectah Deck/Masta Killa/Cappadonna

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    ***Review by Shizzah

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

    Artists:RZA/GZA/Method Man

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

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

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

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

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

    Punk niggaz shatter like a glass jaw, break it

    GZA comes in destroying it.

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

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

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

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

    Well can you demonstrate somethin nigga?

    Huh, I'd rather not

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

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

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

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

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

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

    ***review by Shizzah and TAURO

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

    Artists: Tekitha/RZA/U-God/Ghostface Killah/Raekwon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    *** Review by Tekunique

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

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

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

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

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

    The RZA comes in nicely right after this:

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

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

    Mr Mef comes in with the brash...

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

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

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

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

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

    ***Review by Jroll

    #39 One - Supreme Clientele - 525 pts.

    Artists: Ghostface Killah/T.M.F.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    ***Review by TAURO

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

    Artists: RZA/Masta Killa/Ol' Dirty Bastard/GZA

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

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

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

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

    Killah hills 10304

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

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

    #37 Assassination Day - Ironman - 580 pts.

    Artists:Inspectah Deck/RZA/Raekwon/Masta Killa

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

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

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

    There is nothing! NOTHING!

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


    I stop producers careers, the weak spot was their ears

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

    Masta Killa

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

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

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

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

    ***review by Shizzah

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

    Artists:RZA/Ghostface Killah

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

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

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

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

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

    ***review by The GFX

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Masta has a long verse but truly amazing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

    The closing of this joint is also CLASSIC SHIT!!

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

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


    ***review by InspectahChek

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

    Artists:Holocaust/RZA/Doc Doom/Ghostface Killah

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Got Oscar nominee MC's stuck to my hatchet

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

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

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

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

    Bobby Digitaaaaaal,Bobby Digitaaaaaaaal

    ***review by Shizzah

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

    Artists:Method Man/Raekwon/GZA/RZA

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

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

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

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

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

    And I did stick it. The End

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

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

    Artists:GZA/Ghostface Killah/Raekwon/Cappadonna/Masta Killa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Yay Yay Yeah...I'm High

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

    ***Review by Whers

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

    Artists:Method Man/Blue Raspberry

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

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

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

    Blunt smoke, in the air reveals my identity

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

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

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

    Artists:Raekwon/Ol' Dirty Bastard/Method Man

    Guest review??

    #28 Mr. Sandman - Tical - 689 pts.

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

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

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

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

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

    And Carlton...

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

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

    And I'm out...

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

    Review by Shizzah and Rocky B.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


    ***review by The GFX

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

    Artists:Inspectah Deck/Ghostface Killah/Raekwon/GZA

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Ghost on some ridiculousness....

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    A verbal swordfight to the death that left so many fans decapitated...
    Last edited by brock; 06-21-2014 at 11:57 AM.

  3. #3


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

    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.

    Artists:Raekwon/U-God/Ghostface Killah/Masta Killa/Cappadonna
    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
    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.

    RZA/Raekwon/Ghostface Killah
    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.

    Blue Raspberry/Ghostface Killah/Raekwon
    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.

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

    Can I get a guest review?

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

    Nas/Ghostface Killah/Raekwon
    Track: #12
    Time: 3:31
    "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.

    Ol' Dirty Bastard
    Track: #12
    Time: 2:41
    "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.

    Method Man/Ghostface Killah/Raekwon/Cappadonna
    Track: #15
    Time: 4:12
    "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
    And big up to my french vanillas
    Parlez vous, francais, mi amor, merci, oui oui, bon bons
    and all that good stuff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Wu-Tang, goes suuuuuuuuu, represent

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    #16 Reunited
    Wu-Tang Forever - 840 pts.

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

    It’s Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    ***review by GFX and Rock

    #15 Liquid Swords
    Liquid Swords - 853 pts.

    Track: #1
    Time: 4:31
    "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
    with the building to be born
    Yo RZA flip the track with the what to guy
    Check em check chicka icka etta UHH

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    peace Connecticut

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

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

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

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

    ***Review by The GFX

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    RZA/Inspectah Deck/Method Man
    Producer:RZA/Method Man
    Track: #7
    Time: 3:36
    "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
    Aw, MAN! I SLAM

    JAM, now scream like Tarzan

    he coninues into his verse, short but sweet.

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

    Deck comes out firing immediately on verse 2...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Raekwon/Ghostface Killah/Blue Raspberry/60 Second Assassin/Masta Killa
    Track: #11
    Time: 5:21
    "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
    Last edited by brock; 06-21-2014 at 12:01 PM.

  4. #4


    #10 Bring The Pain
    1117 pts.
    1 first place vote

    Method Man

    Year: 1994
    Producer: RZA
    Hook: Booster
    Sample: "Mechanical Man" - Jerry Butler
    Track # 3
    Time: 3:09

    When observing the Tical album as a whole, the obvious tone is dark, hardcore and raw and Bring The Pain is no different in that sense. Looking back on the most hardcore attitudinal track on 36 Chambers it is Bring Da Ruckus. Obviously Method Man did not have a verse on that track. Therefore this can be considered Meth’s Bring Da Ruckus (Pain).

    Rza takes the Wu-Tang grime atmosphere to extremes here, with the oh so familiar hummmm, to the synthesizer samples to the heavy drum kit. It's astonishing how much this song truly encompasses the Wu-Tang sound. Mef's rugged raw lyrics easily match the melody and prove why he was once considered among the greatest emcees of all time.

    The first 2 lines say what its all about

    I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
    Let's go inside my astral plane

    Giving himself the image as “The dark side of the force” more like a reaper image, both verses have abstract and metaphoric punchlines along with battle rapping:

    Quick on the draw with my hands on the four-nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore

    Bring The Pain I believe is one of the most metaphorically
    (“two tears in a bucket”) rich tracks released by one of the generals. There is one on almost every line, here are the ones on verse 1 that involve the wordplay:

    But niggaz is decaf I stick em for the CREAM
    Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
    both can mean pussy

    In your Cross Colour, clothes you've crossed over Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross

    I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin Miss Daisy
    Out her fuckin mind now I got mine I'm Swayze

    - Driving Miss Daisy was a movie in 1989….Swayze referring to him in Roadhouse, also in 1989

    I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
    Let's go inside my astral plane
    Find out my mental's based on instrumental
    records hey so I can write monumental
    Methods I'm not the King
    But niggaz is decaf I stick em for the CREAM
    check it just how deep can shit get
    Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
    In your Cross Colour clothes you've crossed over
    Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross
    Who da boss? Niggaz get tossed to the side
    And I'm the dark side of the Force
    Of course it's the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
    I be hectic, and comin for the head piece protect it
    Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus
    Bustin at me bruh, now bust it
    Styles, I gets buckwild
    Method Man on some shit, pullin niggaz files
    I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin Miss Daisy
    Out her fuckin mind now I got mine I'm Swayze

    Is it real son, is it really real son
    Let me know it's real son, if it's really real
    Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one
    Want it raw deal son, if it's really real

    Booster comes on the interlude giving just a hint of Mef and the Wu's future working with Reggae artists.

    And when I was a lil stereo (stereo)
    I listened to some champion (champion)
    I always wondered (wondered)
    Will now I be the numba one? (Tical! hahaha)
    Now you listen to de gargon (Gargon!)
    And de gargon summary
    And any man dat come test me (test me)
    Me gwanna lick out dem brains (it's like that)

    Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope
    the only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke
    off the set comin to your projects
    Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise
    Comin from a vet on some old Vietnam shit
    Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit
    And it's gonna get even worse word to God
    It's the Wu comin through sickin niggaz for they garments
    Movin on your left, southpaw em it's the Meth
    Came to represent and carve my name in your chest
    You can come test realize you're no contest
    Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild West
    Quick on the draw with my hands on the four
    nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
    Check it cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper
    Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin 90 proof
    Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw
    When you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw
    I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns
    Enough to give my chest hairs a perm
    I don't need a chemical blow to pull a hoe
    All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo'

    What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four style
    Word up we be hazardous
    Northern spicy brown mustard hoes
    We have to stick you

    Mef comes with another hilarious ode to torture on the outro...

    I'll fuckin, I'll fuckin cut your kneecaps off
    and make you kneel in some staircase piss

    I'll fuckin, cut your eyelids off
    and feed you nuthin but sleepin pills

    For Bring The Pain to be ranked #10, it is one of the more important tracks on the Tical album for the darker tones and themes overall. The grimy dark bass instrumentals along with Method Man’s deep raspy voice and sucking back saliva is what many fans are always expecting from his newer releases and why they get criticized. Very few tracks in Wu-Tang and Meth’s early years show this to the extreme as displayed in Bring The Pain. An example of another track such as this is “I Get My Thing in Action”. I chose that example since the instrumental has that “insane” sound…like the music in a scene with a (insane) villain within a classic kung fu flick.

    Fuck the hoe……fuck the hoe.

    ***Review By Prolifical ENG

    #9 Shadowboxin'
    ~Liquid Swords~
    1149 pts.
    1 first place vote

    Method Man/GZA

    Year: 1995
    Producer: RZA
    Sample: "Heartaches & Sadness" - Ann Peebles
    Movie Sample: Shaolin vs. Llama
    Track # 8
    Time: 3:30

    Clearly the Rza & Gza wanted to create an album that exemplified the metaphor of what Kung fu was to hip hop. Shadowboxin (on name alone) demonstrates this the most by featuring two emcees rhyming back and forth, not in a battle-like manner but rather two skilled warriors demonstrating their technique to the world.

    Making the #9 slot in the top 101 (and deservedly so) shadowboxin' in my opinion also demonstrates one of the best collaborations between two members of the clan. Gza and Method Man ABSOLUTELY destroy this track, there is not a single weak verse.

    How could anyone doubt Meth's ability on the mic when he drops...

    I breaks it down to the bone gristle
    Ill speaking Scud missle heat seeking
    Johnny Blazing, nightmares like Wes Craven
    Niggaz gunnin, my third eye seen it coming
    Before it happen

    You know about them fucking Staten
    Kids they smashin
    Everything huh, in any shape form or fashion

    Now everybody talking bout they blastin, hmmm
    Is you bustin steel or is you flashin? Hmmm

    Talkin out your assHOLE
    You shoulda learnt about the flow and peasy afro
    Ticallion stallion, chinky eye and snot nosed
    From my naps to the bunion on my big toe

    I keeps it movin, know just what the fuck I'm doin
    Rap insomniac, fiend to catch a nigga snoozing
    Slip the cardiac arrest me, excorcist hip-hop posess me

    Crunch a nigga like a Nestle, you know my STEEZ
    burning to the third degree, sneaky ass alley cat top pedigree
    The head toucher, industry party bum rusher
    You don't like it dick up in ya fuck ya

    Gza then comes in and drops this gem...

    I slayed MC's back in the rec room era
    My style broke motherfuckin backs like Ken Patera
    Most rap niggaz came loud but unheard
    Once I pulled ut, round em off to the nearest third
    Check these non visual niggaz, with tapes and a portrait
    Flood the seminar, tryin to orbit this corporate
    indsutry, but what them niggaz can't see
    must break through like the Wu, unexpectedly
    Protect Ya Neck, my sword still remain imperial
    Before I blast the mic, RZA scratch off the serial
    We reign all year round from June to June
    While niggaz bite immediately if not soon
    Set the lynchin, and form the execution date
    As this two thousand beyond slang suffocate
    Amplify sample through vacumn tubes compressions
    cause RZA, to charge niggaz twenty G's a session

    ..that whole verse needed no highlighting, Gza killed it. But it just carries on when Meth once again brings the goods with....

    When my mind start to clickin, and the strategy
    is mastered the plot thickens, this be that Wu shit
    I don't give a cotten-pickin FUCK
    about a brother tryin to size a nigga up, I hold my own
    Hard-hat protect your dome
    Look at mama baby boy actin like he grown
    No time for sleep, I gets deep as a baritone
    Killa bee, that be holdin down his honeycomb, loungin son
    Wu brother number one, protect your neck
    Flying guillotines here they come, bloody bastards
    Hard times and killer tactics, spittin words plus
    semi-automatic slurs, peep the graphic
    novel from the genie bottle, hit the clutch
    shift the gear now, full throttle, time to bungee
    To the next episode, I keeps it grungy
    Hand on my nutsac, and spittin lung-ghies
    At a wack nigga dat, don't understand the fact
    When it come to RZA tra-cks I don't know how to act
    Real rap from the Stat, killa hill projects
    How to be exact, break it down
    All in together now
    Things are getting good looking better now

    ...If anything should be a highlight for what Meth can do, this song should be a contender. Shadowboxin doesn't feature Rza's most complex production feature but this grimey loop interlaced with well timed scratches is more than enough to complement the raw skills on show.
    A defining moment for Rza, Gza and Meth. A highlight on Liquid Swords and a song worthy of the legacy from the Wu-Tang Clan.

    (Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin)
    (Sha-shadowboxing, the special technique of shadowboxing)

    ***Review by TAURO

    #8 Criminology
    ~Only Built For Cuban Linx...~
    1196 pts.

    Raekwon/Ghostface Killah

    Year: 1995
    Producer: RZA
    Samples: "I Keep Asking You Questions" - Blak Ivory
    "Why Marry" - The Sweet Inspirations
    Movie Sample: - "Scarface"
    Track # 4
    Time: 3:47

    As raw and as good as mafioso rap gets, Raekwon and Ghostface top that 'as good as' bar with ease with Cuban Linx, especially this song. With a jazzy and grimey beat, lush with horns, strings and high smooth bells, RZA makes you wanna take a gun and shoot everything on sight with your sunglasses on. Both Ghostface and Raekwon deliver fantastic verses, with a lots of passion and energy, and with that trademark NY slang. But what really shined was Ghostface's flow and delivery. With a very liquidish river-flow, he makes love to your eardrum and makes every word fit, without pauses or speed-ups. The chemistry between Ghost and Rae was always present, but here... it's like a nuclear test site when it comes to chemistry reminiscent of Heaven or Hell. They just fit like two pieces of Jigsaw Puzzles perfectly. The song is pretty flawless in my opinion, and fully deserves the spot that Wu-Corp voted out.

    The song is opened by a sample from Scarface with Tony Montana's voice immediately activating your 7th sense of Criminology.

    I told you a long time ago you fucking little monkey
    not to FUCK ME."
    Hey hey, who the FUCK you think you going for huh??!
    Who the fuck you think I am your fucking dough-boy?
    You wanna go to war?.... Wanna go to war, OK?

    With Raekwon's song intros that we are fully introduced to, he opens up a rollercoaster ride of metaphors, images and... Criminology.

    Yo, first of all son, peep the arson
    Many brothers I be sparkin and bustin mad light inside the dark
    Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture
    I handglide, holdin on strong, hard to capture
    Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant
    Then I react, like a convict, and start killin shit
    It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances
    Dealin in my cypher I revolve around sciences
    The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway
    You try to flee but you got smoked up by the
    (blaow! blaow! blaow!)

    No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence
    Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin

    While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops
    Throwin niggaz off airplanes cause
    Cash Rules
    Everything Around Me
    black, as you can see
    Swallow this murder one verse like God Degree
    Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction
    You adapt like a flashback chain reaction
    (Lace them niggaz son)

    With a short break Raekwon enters the field. The energy he had was just unmatchable on the mic. He poured his heart into every word, every verse. Hence, Cuban Linx, one of the best hip hop albums off all time. Rakewon drops a metaphor paradise in the verse following Ghost's

    AK's black bust back like seventy Macs
    I'm all that, street niggaz knowin my steez black
    Ron G, you know he coincide with me see
    Marvelous, Menace fo' Society
    But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost
    I max the most shotguns through the nose
    Phonograph hip-hop put me on top
    'Lo wears, and Tommy Hill fly shit with a knot
    The Witty Unpredictable live shit, drive by shit
    Do or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit
    And then you know, I'm running through the penal, foul
    Four-toothed child was wild
    The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know it, one love kid
    No I'm not doing a bid

    Too much to get for what cause six niggaz got
    stuck, and the nigga chain was truck
    Yo fuck that, Criminology rap
    Speakers stay jet black floating in the flyest AC's
    Nigga... bring it! Yeah..

    And yes, he didn't do a bid, but he was accused of murder of the track, with Ghost as an accomplice.

    Raekwon then gives a shout out to his fellows. The RZA-laced ear pleasing master-piece
    comes to an end. But not to worry...


    ***Review by Shizzah

    #7 Triumph
    ~Wu-Tang Forever~
    1254 pts.
    5 first place votes

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

    Year: 1997
    Producer: RZA
    Track # 2 Disc #2
    Time: 5:38

    June 3, 1997. The 9-headed hip hop Wu-Tang Clan dropped it’s sophomore double-disc album “Wu-Tang Forever” following their legendary debut LP “Enter The Wu-Tang – 36 Chambers.” The Clan from Staten Island and Brooklyn continue their world-wide success that started in late 1993 with the release of an album that is found on every Top 20 Hip-Hop Albums List. The album brought hard, refreshing, and grimey production from the RZA, kung-fu movie influenced lyrics mixed up with big city stories, and the unbreakable will to make it out of the gutter to the top.

    On Wu-Tang Forever the group takes its exotic style to another level. Not only are there more 5% teachings to be found, but more complex rhyme structures and slang rap techniques. RZA’s production makes another big Wallabe step towards legendary status, using keyboard sounds and huge orchestral arrangements, introducing the world to a revolutionary new Wu-Sound.

    And Triumph is a prime example of that development. A resentful bass-line, well-arranged strings and perfectly-placed trumpets are the cornerstone as Dirty Intros the song and Inspectah Deck climbs the New York rap throne with one of the most famous verses Hip Hop...:

    What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
    I'm the Osirus of this shit
    Wu-Tang is here forever - motherfuckers
    It's like this ninety-seven
    Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes
    Let's do it like this
    I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
    Let's take it back to seventy-nine

    I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
    and hypotheses can't define how I be droppin these
    mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
    Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me

    Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
    tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
    I inspect view through the future see millenium
    Killa Beez sold fifty gold sixty platinum
    Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics
    Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
    Black Wu jackets Queen Beez ease the guns in
    Rumblein patrolmen tear gas laced the function
    Heads by the score take flight incite a war
    Chicks hit the floor, die hard fans demand more
    Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
    Proceeds to blow swingin' swords like Shinobi
    Stomp grounds I pound footprints in solid rock
    Wu got it locked, Performin' live on you hottest block

    It’s hard for the following MC’s to come even harder than this, but what INS started off with lyrical dominance, Meth keeps the song’s energy up with charisma and swagger, U-God with his brilliant wordplay and RZA with his back in the day fury:

    As the world turn, I spread like germs
    Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed neverlearn
    It's my testament to those burned
    Play my position in the game of life standing firm
    on foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan, into the fire
    Transform into the Ghostrider, or Six Pack
    In a Streetcar named Desire, who got my back?
    In the line of fire holding back, what?
    My people if you with me where the fuck you at?
    Niggaz is strapped, and they trying to twist my beer cap
    It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm
    Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood
    clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots
    You wanna think twice, I think not
    The Iron Lung ain't gotta tell you where it's coming from
    Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone
    Rip through your slums

    I twist darts from the heart, tried and true
    Loot my voice on the LP, my team is on to slang rocks
    Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talking
    Tell your story walking
    Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid
    Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies
    So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted
    My deadly notes reigns supreme
    Your fort is basic compared to mine
    Domino effect, arts and crafts
    Paragraphs contain cyanide
    Take a free ride on my thought, I got the fashion
    catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods

    The saga continues
    Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

    Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet
    The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat
    We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow
    For, judgment day cometh, conquer, it's war
    Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb
    Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms
    Tune spit the shit immortal combat sound
    The fake false step make, the blood stain the ground
    A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum
    A death kiss, cap off squeeze another anthem
    Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics
    My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas
    My music Sicily, rich California smell
    An axe killer adventure, paint a picture well
    I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng
    Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king

    Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-cypher punks couldn't hold us
    A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober
    Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like flare
    Escape from your dragon's lair, in particular
    My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine
    to the top of your cerebral cortex
    Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex
    Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream
    or terminal, like Grand Central Station
    Program fat baselines, on Novation
    Getting drunk like a fuck I'm duckin five-year probation

    GZA and Masta Killa slow down the track and their verses are solid and filled with knowledge as always. But it wouldn’t be the clan without being able to finish a track in style with Ghost and Rae’s chemistry lighting up the place.

    War of the masses, the outcome, disaterous
    Many of the victim family save they ashes
    A million names on walls engraved in plaques
    Those who went back, received penalties for their acts
    Another heart is torn, as close ones gone
    Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song

    The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds
    and leaks sounds that's heard
    ninety-three million miles away from came one
    to represent the nation, this is a gathering
    of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan
    As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage
    The High Chief Jamel-Ah-Rief take the stage
    Light is provided through sparks of energy
    from the mind that travels in rhyme form
    Giving sight to the blind
    The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
    Death only one can save shell from
    This relentless attack of the track spares none
    I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch
    it's me, Black Noble Drew Ali
    came in threes we like the Genovese
    Is that so? Caesar needs the greens
    It's Earth, ninety-three million miles from the first
    Rough turbulence, the wave burst, split the megahertz

    Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back
    Lampin like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack
    Codeine was forced in your drink
    You had a navy green salamander fiend, bitches never heard youscream
    You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb
    Blowing like Shalamar in eighty-one
    Sound convincing, thousand dollar court by convention
    Hands like Sonny Liston, get fly permission hold tha
    fuck up, Allah fasten your wig, bad luck
    I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch
    it's me, Black Noble Drew Ali
    came in threes we like the Genovese
    Is that so? Caesar needs the greens
    It's Earth, ninety-three million miles from the first
    Rough turbulence, the wave burst, split the megahertz

    Aiyyo dat's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul off
    Connect thoughts to make my man Shai walk
    Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser
    New York gank adviser world tranquilizer
    Just the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives
    While, my pen blow lines ferocious
    Mediterranean, see ya, the number one traffic
    sit down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God
    The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula
    Track truck diesel, play the weed God, substatial
    Max mostly, undivided then slide it, it's sickening
    Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland.

    Being the first single, the video for “Triumph” directed by Brett Ratner (Rush Hour), carries the group’s lyrical effort perfectly to the masses, with swarming killa beez taking over New York, INS climbing skyscrapers, Method Man riding motorbikes chased by a monstrous fireball and as soon as RZA storms jail with black wings, its clear the clan did it again. It's Wu World Order, do the knowledge.

    ***review by The GFX

    #6 ~4th Chamber
    ~Liquid Swords~
    1283 pts.
    6 first place votes

    Ghostface Killah/Killah Priest/RZA/GZA
    Year: 1995
    Producer: RZA
    Sample: "Groovin' " - Willie Mitchell
    Movie Sample: Shogun Assassin
    Track # 7
    Time: 4:37

    This track destroyed the boundaries of music altogether. I know the hardest of hardcore metal fans who love this. I know skaters who have made this their personal mantra. I know chicks who are die hard pop Britney Spears fans who get down to this. It is a worldwide phenomenon.

    The #1 track from Liquid Swords in terms of Corp voting is a no-brainer Top 10 song. Rza creates a dark and disturbing atmosphere filled with screeching synthesizers, metal guitar chord strikes, and low hollow bells that roll and act as part of the percussion along with the hardest of snare raps. The result is a melody that upon first listen causes goosebumps and further plays melt the listener's ears.

    Yet another brilliant movie sample from Shogun Assassin proceeds the song, so enrapturing it sets the mood precisely for what's to follow...

    Choose the sword, and you will join me
    Choose the ball, and you join your mother... in death
    You don't understand my words, but you must choose

    So... come boy, choose life or death

    Ghostface opens the verses in a eye-opening way, his lyrics ranging from metaphorical, to surreal, to all out Biblical. The expansion of his game from earlier Clan releases is ever apparent here, as his subject matter, flow accuracy, and range are all on the highest levels.

    The only man I hold weight for
    Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's
    My Memorex performed tape decks, my own phone sex
    Watch out for Haiti bitches, I heard they throw hex
    Yo, Wu whole platoon is filled with rap-coons
    Corner sittin wine niggaz sippin Apple Boone, this ain't no white cartoon
    Cuz I be duckin crazy spades
    The kid hold white shit, like blacks rock ashy legs
    Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet?
    Why did Judas rat to Romans while Jesus slept?
    Stand up, You're out of luck like two dogs stuck
    Iron Man be sippin rum, out of Stanley Cups, unflammable
    Noriega, aimin nozzles stay windy in Chicago
    spine-tingle, mind boggles
    Kangols in rainbow colors, promoters try to hold dough
    Give me mine before Po, wrap you up in so-and-so
    I ran the Dark Ages, Constantine and great Henry the Eighth
    Built with Ghengis Khan, the wreck suede wiley Don

    Killah Priest's verse was duplicated perfectly in the video, as he indeed sits on a throne between two pillars of ivory. This was another of the many fantastic aspects of the album, with so many videos, you went way above and beyond the already visual lyrics. You got to see in living color, GZA's vision of the album.

    I judge wisely, as if nothin ever surprise me
    Loungin, between two pillars of ivory
    I'm lively, my dome piece, is like buildin stones in Greece
    my poems are deep from ancient thrones I speak
    I'm overwhelmed, as my mind, roams the realm
    My eye's the vision, memory is the film
    Others act sub-tile, but they fragile above clouds
    They act wild and couldn't budge a crowd
    No matter how loud they get, though they growl and spit
    Clutch they fists, and throw up signs like a Crip
    And throw all types of fits
    I leave em split, like ass cheeks and ragged pussy lips

    Rza's verse is easily one of his and the Clan's best. He wraps you into a first person account of an attack on your house, with kidnapped family members, and a secret government plot which has apocalyptic conequences. By quoting revelations (144,000 chosen) and its warlike subject being concluded by "protons electrons always cause explosions" an acronym for "peace", RZA engrosses you with his intelligent designs. The replay value is immense.

    Aiyyo, camoflouge chameleon, ninjas scalin your buildin
    No time to grab the gun they already got your wife and children
    A hit was sent, from the President, to raid your residence
    Because you had secret evidence, and documents
    On how they raped the continents, and it's the prominent
    dominant Islamic, Asiatic black hebrew
    The year two thousand and two, the battle's filled with the Wu
    Six million devils just died from the Bubonic Flu
    Or the Ebola Virus, under the reign of King Cyrus
    You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris
    Un-loyal snakes get thrown in boilin lakes
    of hot oil, it boils your skin, chickenheads gettin slim
    like Olive Oyl, only plant the seed deep inside fertile soil
    Fortified with essential, vitamin and mineral
    use the sky for a blanket, stuffin clouds inside my pillow
    Rollin with the Lands, the tribe's a hundred and forty four thousand chosen
    Protons Electrons Always Cause Explosions

    GZA's concluding verse just gets better and better with each bar as he ends with a bang literally, blowing up both in the song and as an artist. A legend is born.

    The banks of G, all CREAM downs a bet
    Money feel good, opposites off the set
    It ain't hard to see, my seeds need God-degree
    I got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is more cows to breed
    I'm on some tax free shit by any means
    Whether bound to hit scheme or some counterfeit CREAM
    I learned much from such swift cons who run scams
    Veterans got they game spiced like hams
    And from that, sons are born and guns are drawn
    Clips are fully loaded, and then blood floods the lawn
    Disciplinary action was a fraction of strength
    that made me truncate the lenghth one tenth
    woofers thump, tweeters hits like air pumps
    RZA shaped the track, niggaz caught razor bumps
    Scarred tryin to figure who invented
    this unprecented, opium-scented, dark-tinted
    Now watch me blow him out his shoes without clues
    Cuz I won't hesitate to detonate, I'm short fused

    As far as music goes, and I'm talking ANY genre here, it really doesn't get any better than this. Instrumentally and lyrically, it is easily one of the greatest songs of all time.

    Last edited by brock; 06-21-2014 at 12:02 PM.

  5. #5



    Protect Ya Neck

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

    Inspectah Deck
    Method Man
    Ol' Dirty Bastard
    Ghostface Killah

    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



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

    Ghostface Killah
    Method Man
    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

    (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.



    Duel Of The Iron Mic

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

    Ol' Dirty Bastard

    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.

    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!]

    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?



    Da Mystery of Chessboxin'

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

    Method Man
    Inspectah Deck
    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



    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.



    (Cash Rules Everything Around Me)

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

    Method Man
    Inspectah Deck

    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.

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

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

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

    This is YOUR #1

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

    Ben the Magmificent
    Prolifical ENG
    Hollow Darts
    6x6 Chambaz
    The Wolf

    sorry if I forgot anyone

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

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

    Protect Ya Neck

    ~ Enter the Wu-Tang : 36 Chambers ~

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

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

    Duel Of The Iron Mic
    ~ Liquid Swords ~

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

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

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

    ***2633 Points***
    /13 first place votes
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    Quote Originally Posted by beautifulrock View Post
    #101 Buck 50 - Supreme Clientele - 279 pts.

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

    Wu til they bury me...

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

    "The F'n Wu will open ya"

    fav lines - "Tyco nightglow velvet pose, special effects
    High-tech armors merc you at the shows
    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.."


    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.
    Last edited by Huggasaurus Sex; 06-02-2008 at 02:41 AM.

    more akbar

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

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    This is gonna be good. can't wait

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    Quote Originally Posted by Firm Handshakah View Post
    i feel a key moment in buck 50 is

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

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

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

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

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    hot, drop em slowly rock

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    If Damage is 99, i gotta see the the number 1 track.
    Only a few years ago Hip Hop purists may have felt superior listening to hard core while their less enlightened companions snacked on commercial rap. As Shaolin research began to point out the overwhelming benefits of raw production, true hip hop enthusiasts started turning back to traditional styles. Wu-Tang in particular, has been shown to myriad beneficial effects, from warding off ignorance and poverty to reducing the risk of incarceration and death.

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    Co-Sign to the fullest^

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    Now we're coming along nicely...

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    for me, personally, I Cant Goto Sleep is a Top 10 song. Regardless, good job on the break down

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    I had it in my own top 25, but this is the corp voting...

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