Bring Da Ruckus (Demo Version) *

* http://wu-tang.simplenet.com/streaming_joints.htm<br><br>Intro:<br><br>[Rza] Bring da bring da muthafuckin` ruckus!<br><br>En garde, I`ll let you try my Wu-Tang style<br><br>Chorus: RZA<br><br>Bring da motherfuckin ruckus<br>Bring da motherfuckin ruckus<br>Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin ruckus<br>Bring da motherfuckin ruckus<br><br>Verse One: Raekwon the Chef<br><br>Somethin` new from my real live raps and so catch this,<br>While I kick a verse like chapters.<br>I`m all of that, proceed with the militant act <br>With the rugged Timberlands or with boots that`s black!<br>But on the real, I`m cold like blue steel.<br>Out to catch a hit and make a mil...[CHILL!]<br>Maintain yourself black! You`re strappin` all of that!<br>But you ain`t got shit in this shack Jack!!!<br>That`s my word! I`m used to beef and I can eat it mad raw,<br>And pick it out my gold teeth!<br>But yo! Back to the subject, Wu`s tryin` ta get wrecked yo<br>Pass the weed thru your shit god mic check! Need a little meth yo<br>true!!! Back to me flippin` you and your so called zoo!<br>You got nothin` on a nigga from Staten, <br>A drunk monk, smokin` mad skunk and stackin`!<br>I didn`t need rap shit to get me on, I was a crimey,<br>Drivin` a Benz hearin` my man`s song.<br>And when shit gone broke out, everybody got smoked out,<br>And cops drove the wrong route!<br>Don`t act evil and possess to hurt me, 40 gunz be flowin` in ya face,<br>Who want`s some!!!<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse Three: Inspectah Deck<br><br>I rip it hardcore, like porno-flick bitches<br>I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits<br>Check it, my method on the microphone`s bangin<br>Wu-Tang slang`ll leave your headpiece hangin<br>Bust this, I`m kickin like Segall, Out for Justice<br>The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus<br>Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue<br>Murder one, my style shot ya knot like a stun-gun<br>I`m hectic, I wreck it with the quickness<br>Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown<br>By this nasty ass nigga with my nigga, the RZA<br>Charged like a bull and got pull like a trigga<br>So bad, stabbin up the pad with the vocab, crab<br>I scream on ya ass like your dad, bring it on...<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse Four: The Genius/GZA<br><br>Yo, I`m more rugged than slaveman boots<br>New recruits, I`m fuckin` up MC troops<br>I break loops, and trample shit, while I stomp!<br>A mudhole in that ass, cause I`m straight out the swamp<br>Creepin up on site, now it`s Fright Night<br>My Wu-Tang slang is mad fuckin` dangerous<br>And more deadly than the stroke of an axe<br>Choppin through ya back *swish*<br>Givin bystanders heart-attacks<br>Niggas try to flip, tell me who is him<br>I blow up his fuckin prism<br>Make it a vicious act of terrorism<br>You wanna bring it, so fuck it<br>Come on and bring the ruckus<br>And I provoke niggaz to kick buckets<br>I`m wettin CREAM, I ain`t wettin fame<br>Who sellin gain, I`m givin out a deadly game<br>It`s not the Russian it`s the Wu-Tang crushin<br>Roulette, slip up and get fucked like Suzette<br>Bring da fuckin ruckus...<br><br>Chorus<br><br>So bring it on...(X7) <br><br>punk nigga!