Black Samson, The Bastard Swordsman (2025) - Wu-Tang Clan with Mathematics

• Sucker Free City
• Mandingo
• Roar Of The Lion (The Lion's Pit)
• Claudine
• Shaolin vs. Lama
• Executioners From Shaolin
• Cleopatra Jones
• Warriors Two, Cooley High
• Let's Do It Again
• Dolemite
• Trouble Man (Outro)
• Charleston Blue, Legend Of A Fighter 

Sucker Free City lyrics - Wu-Tang & Mathematics

(performed by Kurupt and Ralph McDaniels)

This is a Super Mathematics LP

Ay, ay, ay, check this shit out man

We done been to the sky and back, you understand me

Walking on clouds to the ground

Fuck that shit my nigga

We ridin', you dig?

We done made it through it all my nigga

We done went through the 90s, survived

We done went through 2000, we still here

We still pushin'

Mathematics (RZA)

Kurupt Young Gotti (Raekwon)

Dogg Pound, DPG (Ghost)

Daz, Snoopy, Soopafly

Nate Dogg, rest in peace

Rest in peace O.D.B.

You dig what I'm sayin'?

These other niggas, man, they full of shit nigga

They ain't shit my nigga

They equivalent to bitches, my nigga

Walkin' around with tempax' and put shit in they ass

What the fuck you thought this was nigga?

We gon' do what the fuck we wanna do

How we wanna do it, the way we wanna do it

When we wanna do it, motherfucker

Mandingo lyrics - Wu-Tang & Mathematics

(performed by Raekwon, Inspectah Deck, Method Man, Cappadonna)

[Raekwon:]

Ah

The Mandingo style takes a strong back and total breath control

If properly mastered, one's skin becomes impervious to swords, spears, and fire, even bullets

Ultimately, one becomes invincible

I'd like to see if you can master my deadly Shaolin technique

Flying fist

Right

Chef-sharpened blade

It's got fearsome strength

You bastard

Oh, shit

My design is like fine wine drip

Caught in Spellman, yo, he jumped out of a bag with a bliff

Kept coughing with a mask on, his flow was windy

Kept flowing, pardon me, the scarf was Fendi

Copping too much shit for the wiz

Other day, she tried to drive the God right up the bridge

I was highed out, you know the steeze since the Ellesse was striped

I'm just a big hustle nigga with my guns from Dyckman

Runnin' like Starks and them, hands is flooded

Thirty-fifth, slipped up on the roof and puffed 'em

We wanna shoot everything that ain't ours

Now we want the loot every day and bring flowers

Got the gas like the reefer in my glass I flex

Get your bling on, eat out in Pakistan, yo, let's

Shoot big for the stars who layin' down

And represent them big mighty bars you layin' now

One hundred

[Inspectah Deck:]

Yeah, ask the mass if Rebel is rude

I put my feet on your table, hawk-tuah, spit in your food

It's a small thing, you an offspring

Young boy, lose your tongue, boy, watch how you talk to a king

You heard me? I'm built sturdy, still in the field, dirty

Amazon in my prime, I bring it real early

Like that, get it right and exact

Tell a wiretap I be on money like tax

Allah Math, marvelous craft, carving the path

I charge 2K every bar and a half

Counting cash in the rec room, bumping that Deck tune

Respect for select few, the rest is, "F you"

Hip-hop, Deck keep it fresher than Ziploc

See me in the S6, whippin' through gridlock

Big shot, stealing your meal, you on Ramadan

I'm all day with the smoke like Tommy Chong

[Method Man:]

Hold the iron mic steady, one eye on the fetty

Other eye on the petty, start the Glock, I'm ready

My name hold weight on the block, all heavy

As a father, I figured y'all popped already

Got shot already

I'm pissed in the plot, y'all buried

Rollie on the watch all presi'

My drive to the top Andretti

And beyond contrary, lot of paper gettin' dropped, confetti

Suckers try to knock me out the box like Skelly

Once upon a time, this is not like Shkreli

The script on the pot, not reggie

We cop, but the cops know this twelve play is not R. Kelly

Smell me? Don't try and tell me I ain't necessary

I'm legendary, Bone Crusher, I ain't never scary

See, ordinarily, I'm just extra extraordinary

[Interlude:]

Your Iron Lung technique is unmatched

It's top notch

It's incredible

It's unbeatable

Right

Beware the Iron Lung

There are so many Wu-Tang styles to choose from

Right, I'd like to try your Poppy Wardrobe style

Forgive me, master

[Cappadonna:]

Big rings on the finger, truck all glittery

Ladies love Cappa 'cause I'm still chivalry

My name on the thousand, you know I keep browsing

Kiss 'em on the face, unbutton they blouses

Keep a nice pair of kicks, beautiful trousers

All my gators get money and hustle a lot

If you violate me, then I'ma spoil your plot

Gravitate, stupid-ass crabs, we eradicate

No disrespect, it's only dollars we collect

Niggas go hard, so protect your neck

Hood life, that's what I should like, we stood right

Pussy all day, wish honeys a good night

I'm pushy all ways and my money's a good fight

I bite your ear off when it's time to get hype

Poppy Wardrobe king, all kinds of outfits

My whole repertoire is just rhymes and outlets

I don't gotta worry 'cause y'all don't know nothing

I be outside and y'all be so fronting

Try to ride with y'all, but y'all don't know function

Stop tryin' to rhyme, none of y'all can spit

Fuck all of y'all, you can suck my ****

Your technique is second to none

Right

That was a magnificent display of the Mandingo style

Quite impressive

Right, now witness my Shaolin sword style

Splendid

Clan and Mathematics

We do it for everybody, even the maggots

Roar Of The Lion (The Lion's Pit) lyrics - Wu-Tang & Mathematics

(performed by U-God, Kool G Rap, RZA)

Fuck you talkin' 'bout

Uh, uh-huh, Don, Mathematics

Yeah, fuck all my enemies

Uh-huh, I catch you comin' out the hallway again

I'ma smack rockets outta your jaw, nigga, bang, bang

Yeah, nigga, word up

That's my word, yo, stupid

Some hard shit for convicts gettin' messy in the mosh pit

Groovy chick take hits, so let's separate your topics

Talk shit, then I speak with an iron stick

Instincts that rely on quick

Welcome to the lion's pit

Ears up in attack mode, there's strangers in these back roads

Think tank crack codes, lights out black hole

The power of words can run up in your stronghold

Easy access, now you starin' down my gunhole

Gunhole, look at my son go, distributin' bundles

Bundles, now we livin' in the sun glow

Territory of rap beef will be our defeat

Follow critics on YouTube's, lose ability to eat

Open your eyes to a glorious view, so scenic

The chosen few, witness the slow rise of the Wu-Tang Phoenix

Jars of lemon grass, enhanced bars, you can repeat

16-bar melters, barbecue your headpiece

That's right, keep the gun concealed

I deal with the struggle real

I've seen addicts pursue the hit and never touch a meal (Meal)

For that bread drill, a bloodshed like a bucket spill

Seen them with bubbles on they grill, chick, I cut with steel (For real)

Funeral ballot keys, my glimpses of reality

That queen's criminal mentality, be runnin' wild on me

Juveniles out in the lab like niggas doin' alchemy (Alchemy)

Ain't no in-betweens, it's execution of style for greed

Real mechanic under that hood like a valvoline (You feel me)

Drinkin' XR, hottie stacked at the driver's knee

Witness the balance over cheddar (Cheddar)

Niggas laying weights for the system of weights, balances and measures (Yeah)

Better invest in the best for the pressure

Pictures on mirrors of niggas on whack

And soundin' on the dress and that's when he came here

Met up with treacherous endeavors

Where they got zipped up in pads and carry on the stretcher. NYC

Catfish in closed casket, decrepit buildings

Pissy mattress, we did back handstands

Triple backflip, slap box, knuckle checks, belt buckles and ass whips

They had a crush on Freaky KEKE, that boostin' ass bitch

Spicy sticky rice veggie spot from the roadie spot

Freeda had a fatty patty, her man had plenty guap

Benz with the Bimmer, Mia come up with the Kia

Used to walk around the corner so that nobody would see her

Red Stripes and Guinness Stout, stout curry balls, spin his pouch

Long line around the corner, **** lookin' like it's In-N-Out

Indian hastin' black, reachin' for his heat

To cook the beef fire truckin' screechin'

Inner science runnin' down the street

Sexy signs will always have that baby mama drama

35 without a man, I call that baby mama karma

Karma, karma, chameleon Wu-Tang, it's for the children

We enter the frontier of your mind, explored like a pilgrim

Ghetto livin', burnt beans and greasy chicken

On the back of the milk box, it looks like Little TT is missing

A hard head makes a soft ass, splash splash, better learn

Study Sik-E-Susie out there, just to spread a churn

Nutty peanut with smoked dust, go out there beat his box

Walk the block, boxing shorts looking crazy, dengie socks

High as a kite, ready to fight with a loaded Glock

Sticky cotton mouth yelling "Yo, motherfuck the cops!"

God, forgive me if you think I'm weak

Claudine lyrics - Wu-Tang & Mathematics

(performed by Method Man, Ghostface Killah, Nicole Bus)

You ever feel that pain, when you lose someone

So much dear in your heart

Knowing that you never get those moments back

Wishin' you could bring'em back

Just to hug'em and just hold'em

And kiss'em one time

(Mathematics, Mathematics)

Uh it's done, I forgot to see what's real

Living in this pink ink mind mine

(You didn't find love) (Unified love)

You think it's fine to play with all what I have left

It's a cold world out there and I can't take this silence

See all the things I'm going through

I don't know why

But I know that you

Are you with me?

And that's all that matters now

If I got you, oh, you got me, you see

I got one for the lovers, two for the ones we loss

I know, I know, I know

We gotta keep it up, yeah

We'd now losing us

Three for the summers, four the nights we cry

I know, I know, I know

We keep tryin'

Keep fallin' for our love

I only love her when she mad at me

She mass crappy

That make up sex be mad nasty

Our heads be bumping like bad (acting)

Sad actually

She turned the back to get back at me

And bang tracked me, but we happy

Just take it back and unbackstab me

"And that's my story and I'm sticking to it" I'm not taggy

If she the mama, I'd be the papi no need to ask me

If she attract me I'd blow'er back and she need a nappy

In a feed up position like in a womb

You're not feeling I given that much, you be feeling it soon

Just assume another chick could never fit in your loose

She just tryna be the dish that runaway with the spoon, nah

If we Gon clean house, gotta start in our room

One broom and I get clean out, never start with a goon

Leave it up to boomer we always stop with a boom

I got time that they straight up, and we started at noon

I got one for the lovers, two for the ones we loss

I know, I know, I know

We gotta keep it up, yeah

We'd now losing us

Three for the summers, four the nights we cry

I know, I know, I know

We keep tryin'

Keep fallin' for our love

I reflect on a scriptions and old pictures

Staring at my mama in the kitchen doing dishes

Despite how she was living who am I to judge

But what'ave learned, if your mama is alive show her love

The pain that I experienced overthrough the fame

Carry me for not much she pushed, then I came

That's why the city's so attracted to the mom on its plane

To never hear her voice again, it'd never be the same

When the dead is free set, you feel like your soul is sold

Then sadness, you find yourself crying in the open

Her face was cold, she felt my tearz in the casquette

And every drop that fell in the cheek, I cry acid

Beat you every photos and flowers over the cemetery

And cries just like the end of Cooley High

Mama come back we miss you

Come back for a couple of days so I can just hug you and kiss you

I got one for the lovers, two for the ones we loss

I know, I know, I know

We gotta keep it up, yeah

We'd now losing us

Three for the summers, four the nights we cry

I know, I know, I know

We keep tryin'

Keep fallin' for our love

Shaolin vs. Lama lyrics - Wu-Tang & Mathematics

(performed by Raekwon, Inspectah Deck)

How dare you challenge me?

Come here, tiger!

I think it's time we went deep into the archives

No one is allowed to enter the sacred foe

This Alaskan nigga approached me

He had suede on

Caesar had half moon, had his grain on

Five, six, drop

Pressing Barbados, stacked potatoes

Rockin' rich shit, had Play-Doh

What's your name? Louis Rich the third

Bet you heard rap for that kid

Follow your burn

Now we speak

Took off my hat, waves leakin'

Beat that nigga, actin' like he know about Reef

Still unsure other than that

Feel more than safe, let money fade

I got three, more than Zayn

Rolled up

Bought a nigga with front, rolled up

Threw the medallion out

Rocks all rolled up

Who should beat this?

Money grabbin' his drink

Bumpin' the Leafs

That's Chico, yo, what up with Rico?

He's chillin'

Lanced at his nigga with the Rams at

Check the stands then check where his hands at

Truth is gorgeous

Priceless shit, that's foolish

Fifteen thousand in the trunk

He asked for Louis' cat

Beat trapped his burner

Shots released like a new single

Except one touch to guard

He's emotional

Throwin' them shots like they promotional

Shorty run from the door

Hit the floor commotion, won't stop playin'

Bangin' on the door, something crazy

He had an 80 and a cat hand

Stay still kid

The niggas over there want drama

Hold your head, sorta like Wu versus llama

Grab the Ether

Salute them niggas, you got shit

Calico pop shit

Rap burglar rock shit

You're being watched like you're new on the block

From rooftop

Get your blues on

It's hot, shots pop, the music stop

Party's over, roll soldier

Move focus closer

Shot the lights out

Struck the bouncer in the soda

Hard times to roll nine

They can't control the matches

Scream for Wu

Backstage we slingin' V.I.P. passes

Lions be takin' place with the clans

So they face the fans

Slow they pace

Get your blood roll, fuck the 5-0

They want it done though

Bitches gettin' trampled

Niggas wildin' in the front row

Fire marshal catchin' beat down

Tryin' to cut my sound

Radio dispatchin' backup

Bustin' 'round without intermission

From a crowd's position

Bullets ricocheted off the strobe light

Strikin' Christian

A nigga slipped in the fam' munition

To bust back, knock that

Them out of town cats to take the rack

It's war on the dance floor, quarter to four

Before we build off, they tried to seal off the back door

Cats wore the beach

Hopped my suit down the side streets

Signed off my getaway jeep

Grabbed the front glass and flew the headrest off the passenger seat

I grabbed the heat, ditched the whip and then escaped on feet

While the locals interrogated for names and photos

Worked with five foes, swappin' info for dough

Stay still kid

The niggas over there want drama

Hold your head, sorta like Wu versus llama

Grab the Ether

Salute them niggas, you got shit

Calico pop shit

Rap burglar rock shit

The niggas over there want drama

Hold your head, sorta like Wu versus llama

Grab the Ether

Salute them niggas, you got shit

Rap burglar rock shit

Executioners From Shaolin lyrics - Wu-Tang & Mathematics

(performed by Inspectah Deck, GZA, Cappadonna)

Right then, let's just get right to it

You're ruthless!

You're despicable!

You're nothing but killers!

I'm a professional

I do what I'm trained to do

So you killed them?

Not my fault, they should have trained harder

Now, if you excuse me, I have more men to kill

Damn you bastard

I despise you

[Inspectah Deck:]

This slap like nana when you talk back, fall back

You want smoke? Feel the contact

Kill a small chap, put it in the contract

I really work, lunchbox with the hard hat

Coast to coast, LA to Chicago

Cross the north to south to Key Largo, pronto

Aiming and blow, leave a John Doe

Folks so amazed at the blow. It's incanto

Toast to the greatest alive

Stay sane in the world where they built more faith than the chains

Get sent back the way that you came

I'm out to control the universe

Lame's trying to make it rain

But I ain't hating on them

I'm just skating on them

Like waking in Jamaica in the morning

I was born with it, I'ma take it to the coffin

Take it to the limit, then take it to the auction

[GZA:]

We baked those local spots when we turned the mics on

Rolling with the talent

The beats, rappers

Said he had to lick a shot for a top notch clan

Multiple swordsman, blade sharp

Ripped through your heart

MCs want no part

Any type of conflict or nonsense

Then we be swamped quick

Get thick

Problem goes beyond sick

G-g-goes beyond sick

[Cappadonna:]

Said you coming out the gate and swinging my sword

I cut rappers in half choking with the cord

They'll never try to step to my written dimension

I smash your whole set, kick your head in the trenches

You know I'm fit nigga

I slapped you out your flip-flops

You flow on the ground I dragged you for six blocks

You can't escape from the king of this hip-hop

Rappers can't avoid my spit, they just get chopped

36 chambers, killing the vampires

Niggas suck dick, your whole camp is liars

Fake-ass nigga, your beard is fake

You wear tight clothes, wear a skirt for the devil

You don't know wearing that, you search for my level

Stupid motherfucker, you ain't nothing but an idiot

Cartoon character, all your shit illiterate

Should've stomped you before, but I was considerate

It's that man, my alligator jumped your homeboy

Violate niggas, smack 'em with the chrome toy

(Keep it)

Talk it, put the hammer on your teeth

Pitbulls eating your balls, you little thief

Can't fuck around

Niggas'll get slumped

Throw you off the roof, hit your dog with the pump

Your little posse, just a room full of roaches

You leader a bitch, he just food for my roaches

As soon as you come out the building, you dead meat

Drown in the water, niggas is lead-feed

I ain't finished with you, I'm just getting started

Your mother a tomboy, your father's retarded

Your big brother, he always wear Pamper

Your little sister got her head in my hamper

I'm the king in this shit, don't you ever try and spit

I heard you do it before, you sound like shit nigga

You dear enter the sacred temple?

Why wouldn't I? Who's gonna stop me?

Cleopatra Jones lyrics - Wu-Tang & Mathematics

(performed by Raekwon & Masta Killa)

Cleopatra Jones

Is there something you need or?

Don't do it - I mean

Don't do this son

My name is Cleopatra Jones

I'm from Sumatra

Exoticness?

Yeah, that's cute

I never heard that before

[Raekwon:]

She was African, body spectacular, she's immaculate

Smooth tone, we stayed on the phone, I was just rapping

Talking about planets, holding down Manhattan

Buying trucks, trading in herry high in the black Benz

Regulators, her jaw was delegated, near elevators

That nigga elevated

Maude, they interrogated

Chef, this is rare when Chanel and Jade align me with you

But still a hell of hating

I sat there, forces on, true black suede

Fuck is going on, we some rap mayors

Yves Saint Laurent glasses with some fat jayers

And cooling with my trap sprayers at Dreyer's

Most fly, those are my guys, Jack and Fat Gators

Diamond ring kings in the back bladed

Sax faded, dap faded

Him and Max peeling stacks, hold the strap, say it

Yo chill, my nigga, my nigga

Fuck is y'all doing over there, man?

Cool out man, what the fuck is you doing?

See, can't bring niggas out, see?

All these motherfuckin' angry around here

You wildin', nigga, I'm chillin' with Cleopatra

Cleo, what up, Cleo?

Call me now

Well, fuck you then

Hope you full with better flowers

Made a motherfuckin' poison ivy

[Masta Killa:]

She'll clap you if she have to

Miss Jones, Cleopatra

I'm Black Caesar

Spark the reefer

Peep the feature

Snoop and Meth

My queen a Sheba, glad to meet ya

Cocked the hammer

Long burner, truck turner

Cross 110th, knew a freak, she a nymph

Called a foxy, she do karate, hit the shotty

Shot the teddy bear, sprayed the lobby, killed the posse

Don't stand there or you can be the next body

We gettin' money here, New Jacks livin' fair

My city full of lion, tigers, wolves, and bears

Few snakes we decapitate, caged heat

Penitentiary beef spills out into the streets

Pussy too sweet

Make you wanna tweet about it

Super fly, we from EMY, do or die

Who am I? Keep a bad queen on my side

Always down to ride

Mango margaritas, silk pajamas

On the beach in the Bahamas

Shallow llamas, Ramadamas, Nastradamus

What's the science Lord, just paying homage

Fully conscious

She my coffee, let her rule the world bossy

MGT, GCC

But she can never boss me

Jamel Arif, Wise Chief

Show controller, G-O-D

'Cause ain't no controlling me

It's not how it's meant to be

Now cipher

As far as my eye can see, ha ha

Cleopatra Jones

Harry, you've been boozed up

Warriors Two, Cooley High lyrics - Wu-Tang & Mathematics

(performed by Benny The Butcher & Method Man)

You guys got fat while everybody's starvin' in the street

It's my turn

Nothing goes on unless I'm involved

No record deals, no studio time, no streaming

You sell a mixtape outta your man's trunk, we want in

You hear me? We want in

Nothing goes on unless Griselda and Wu-Tang are involved

You think you'll live long enough to spend that money, you fuckin' hump?

Hahahaha, hahaha, huh?

You wanna know where to find me, I'll be at the Plaza Hotel, come see me

You're welcome, oh

Griselda, nigga (It's time)

Yo (Uh-huh), uh, let's go (Yeah)

(Peace to the young god Y)

(Peace to Almighty F)

(Peace, God)

Sopranos don't get a cut, then you can't live (Nigga)

That's shit I learned on my first state bid (My first one)

I took a brick and broke it down to eight bigs (Eight of 'em)

Then drove a triple that across the Golden Gate Bridge (Skrrt)

Be smart, streets'll swallow you if you're not (You're not)

It's a difference from bein' popular and bein' hot

We put in work, then go to the hospital, see the opps (What's poppin'?)

And let 'em know it's back poppin' as soon as they leave the doc' (Uh)

I'm used to bread, was super fed

Exclusive threads, I'm suited in Givenchy scarves, Medusa heads

I'm the best shit, the proof is here (Here)

These rap groups are scared, niggas is prayin' to make it through the year (Haha)

I know the feelin' of prison, just make it through your bid

Back when my only objective was make it to the kids

They witnessed it, we businessmen, ex-coke stretchers

VIP full of Hublots and Rolexes

Cream up, the money long, my team's up (Ah)

My queen bee in a honeycomb, she pre-nup

I'm linked up with them Killa Beez, them wings up

Midas, king touch, to your hoes, I'm King Just

Jesus, what you hearin' is genius

That pro Meth, they can protest or bring cups

I cleaned up, but still ain't pullin' my jeans up

In fact, whole closet is straight just like my jean cut

Ain't got to tell you the flow is clever, I'm cold as ever

I'm cold weather, you only sweat it or on a sweater

No Cinderella, beyond the star, I'm interstellar

My pen is better, if not, pick up my pen and tell 'em

We bang whatever, the reign is terror, get the umbrellas

They say we cocky, I mean bukkake, now come get her

Ayy, RZA, who made them millions off that one seller?

And even better, who made they millions off one letter?

Back in my bag like dime bags from Palmetto

My arm ghetto, dirty ratchet, I palm metal

Just like I'm smokin' a square down, I'm calm, mellow

Know I'm holdin' my square down, I'm Carmelo

Y'all yellow, put in work, but y'all Jell-O

My arms strong, I handle bars, let y'all pedal

We not friends, you can't relate, we not kin

I bet him one, that's next to nothin', I'm top ten

Wu-Tang Clan rocks the world (Right, magnificent)

Let's Do It Again lyrics - Wu-Tang & Mathematics

(performed by RJ Payne, 38 Spesh, Willie The Kid, RZA)

A world premiere, a world premiere

A world premiere, a world premiere

This is A Super Mathematics blast

[R.J. Payne:]

Jet prep savage, I'm back at it, I'm baggin' up, uh

It's pain in Mathematics, now add it up

Bad habits, black ratchets, it's bad enough

Tripod long as a craft mack, I'm mackin' up

Yeah, we can get aggressive

Neenah's of the desert, I'm a Ghostface Killer baby

You're genius with the Method

Golden arms, rebel lioness, you need to get the message

I'm cookin' Raekwon the chef, I'm just seasonin' with peppers

A nightmare you wouldn't expect

Leatherface with the chainsaw, I Candyman hook you to death

Freddy Krueger, the dream killer, my foot on your neck

Murder half of the top ten while Benny Butcher the rest

I'm saying (I'm saying), I murdered the game with two solos

Worldwide, they respectin' the pain like the Wu logo

I listen more, talk less, few photos

I'm old school like dirty Tims and new Polos

It's Payne

[38 Spesh:]

Ayo, I'm dealin' with some different issues

Switchin' rentals, license bad, I gotta use my bitch credentials

She don't know what a nigga into

I leave just in case money in the safe, that's for incidentals

Hard time build character

I broke through every barrier set here in America

Nobody here to take care of us

Ain't nowhere our parents was

We bindin' with pit bull terriers

I knew the bosses, the managers

The pie carriers of the guys from high crime areas

The police tried scarin' us

Interrogation room, we kept quiet like librarians

I'm a 4-5 carrier

You seen the movie, saw a nigga, you gon' die scarier

Huh, you know that I bury ya

Y'all want gangsta shit, this fit the criteria

Trust

[Willie the Kid:]

The Trellis ventriloquist, I'm puppeteerin'

Two tears in the bucket, this bucket hat I'm wearin'

Starin' clear of the bullshit

Willie so clean, I should play the pulpit

Pullin' up in a Porsche

Worst case scenario, my niggas pull a pistol

You get shot in the pool, you fools artificial

Scruple, screw on a silencer like Shaheen

'Cause bad boys movin' silence, Basmala

Bless the fool, brother, I mean, uh

All black, movin' like a mommish

Baggin' chicks at city college, movin' pills

The weed loud like shoe polish, I'm from the guild

P-Funk, Boosie Collins

Tip and tip drills, bunch of dollar bills

She pop off as I sit still, yet and still

Only deal with Mathematics

Apply science defiance

Never discipline for niggas on site

[RZA:]

Imagine the sound of your face

Scraping up against the gate of a barbed wire fence

This is barbed iron fist, hot barbed iron dick

Whole slob to knob quick

This is on, so throw it in your a... (Hey) quick

I don't bust my brain

Try to bust a sling

You can trust the tank

Came in here on bustin' train

Brew this beefcake

Live your life like I snuck the sweepstakes

Finish it up, son

I'm Pops with the teeth, they crazy ammo

Black Kevlar underneath the camera

Rupplin' Berrazzano

Reconnect with Italian

Spoken on the camera

Cigarette dip

In that dingy

On the rooftop

Talked like the bathroom, cosmocity bow

Kidney blues singer

Exercise the middle finger, no diggity

I got that real killer, B-Stinger

Nine caddies for a springer

Got your neck inside the ringer

While your chick doing fights with bitches on Jerry Springer

I'm have been through way too much now

Seems like I'm always in a rush

This life is getting harder, but I keep on getting stronger

In my back my money's up now

In this crazy world

We got lovers that's trying to seize multiplying

In this crazy world

We got children that's dying, their president's lying

In this crazy world

My brothers, my sisters, we don't love each other

In this crazy world

It'd be different if this world were mine

Dolemite lyrics - Wu-Tang & Mathematics

(performed by Cappadonna, U-God & Masta Killa)

Yeah, yeah

Right now we in the place to be

Yeah, time to have some fun in this bitch

Ayo, deep in the projects where y'all can't come

Juvenile life get treated just like scum

Rap artists, they emerge on the surface

Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue

Disco ties is the four [?]

Punch and Quincy where the [?]

[?] coke ass life

We don't play with those niggas that foul and trife

We be on the biddy, side burns and chilies

After the town you know we meet at the telly

If they telly don't work, we take it to the roof

This is way, way back when we was wearing the troops

Eyes cosmicized, Colosseum [?]

Gucci all on it, them Mickey Mouse wars

Deep in the projects where y'all can't come

Juvenile life get treated just like scum

Rap artists, they emerge on the surface

Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue

Deep in the projects where y'all can't come

Juvenile life get treated just like scum

Rap artists, they emerge on the surface

Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue

So what you gonna tell me?

Can't tell me, jack

We been doing this shit (We gon' take 'em back) way before crack

Hit, hit new release, guaranteed to hit the streets

Rhyme, rhyme all the time, never ever drop a dime

Stop, stop doin' crime, still rockin' in my prime

The way that I throw the shine, up your back, down your spine

Bad, bad, super bad, always first, never last

Swift, swift, swifter blast, hit 'em with the iron bat

Throw 'em in a body cast, sweat burnin' in the gas

Set fire to your ass, smoke a spliff of grass

Ball playin' girl lane, on the mic I'm rhyme sprayin'

M.C. rock viciously, satisfaction guaranteed

Or you get your money back, leave your girl, that's a wrap

Hit spike like a bat, heel toe, now I tap

Second round, second left, in your town, check and trap

Cock the beretta back, where my money at?

Smack off your funny hat, always got the street the job

Lay up in the honey hive, eggs on the sunny side

Deep in the projects where y'all can't come

Juvenile life get treated just like scum

Rap artists, they emerge on the surface

Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue

Deep in the projects where y'all can't come

Juvenile life get treated just like scum

Rap artists, they emerge on the surface

Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue

So what you gonna tell me?

Can't tell me, jack

We been doing this shit (Yeah) way before crack

Clap your hands everybody (Turn it up, turn in up)

And everybody, clap your hands (Yeah, yo Meth)

All the ladies, clap your hands (Some-somebody)

All the strong man, take a stand (Somebody say ooh)

One two, one two three

Speakers so large cops coming to jam

Tell everybody to leave, but we don't need him

We keep on jamming 'till we hear that shot

That be making the crowds run from off the block

All my homies still fresh, dope forever

Louis Vuitton shit, silks and mad leathers

[?] on the mic

So what you gonna tell me?

Can't tell me, jack

We been doing this shit way before crack

Deep in the projects where y'all can't come

Clap your hands everybody

And everybody, clap your hands

All the ladies, clap your hands

All the strong man, take a stand

One two, one two three

Look, I'm the magnificent G-O-D

Put your hands in the air like this and follow me

I skip with the Ali's, [?]

To all the ladies in the V.I.P., the henny free

She butter fly, fly lyrics sting like a killer bee

Right hand lean, when I grab the microphone proceed to rock the party

Peace to naughty, by nature

Love the danger, of course I got a wife

Trouble Man (Outro) lyrics - Wu-Tang & Mathematics

(performed by Kameron Corvet)

I paid a price, did it all so I could get here

Made sacrifices, standing tall and having no fear

The world can be cold, but I would never sell my soul

'Cause it's clear

I can do anything I desire

Walk through the fire

To fulfill the dream

I created a kingdom ahead

Followed the plan, now I reign supreme

I paid a price, did it all so I could get here

What you, what you heard and what you thought

I paid the cost just to be the boss

Won from all the battles that I fought

I paid the cost just to be the boss

Charleston Blue, Legend Of A Fighter lyrics - Wu-Tang & Mathematics

(performed by Crooked I, Cappadonna, Nicole Bus)

The Universal family is a sun, moon, and star

It's a man, woman, and child

[Nicole Bus:]

It's your love that makes me better

If I start to love you the way you need me to

And I need you to know that I care for you, yes, I do

All my kings and queens, love is what we need

[KXNG Crooked:]

As the world spins like a vinyl, let me set the record straight

My heart would steady break

Every time your breakfast plate

Was featherweight

'Cause should be better except it ain't

The ghetto's a septic tank

How could you expect a saint

Opportunities just seem to be way farther

The reach seem way harder

You gotta think way smarter

Memoirs of a teenage father

How could he raise daughters

Without the cash money like DeWayne Carter?

We was livin' in the jungles where Denzel filmed "Training Day"

With killers on our staircase, still God made a way

Moved back to Long Beach, the Crip Set

We didn't have a whip yet

I walked y'all to school prayin' to rain away

Kindergarten to college, yeah

I raised my daughters, y'all

They had a good mama

Sometimes their father would drop the ball

But all them problems got resolved

And as I recall

The realest words that I ever heard is "Love conquers all"

[Nicole Bus:]

It's your love that makes me better

If I start to love you the way you need me to

And I need you to know that I care for you, yes, I do

All my kings and queens, love is what we need

I'll make life my prison, live unconditional

First you never leave, God stay with me

Fusions of my husband and I by the sea

Shall love rise, we're planted

Sugar on them bees

I can't go back now, can't you see?

So I make up about how I achieved

Homeless nights, rough family

Don't tell me God is that money that saved me

[Cappadonna:]

Dear mama, sorry I ain't see you in a minute

I be always on my grind trying to get these albums finished

Hope you got that present I sent you

With the cheese in your account

When you see my little homie, tell him daddy had to bounce

Yeah, I'm looking for that big house

Something that's worth it

And I'ma give that bread to you, mama

So you can make that purchase

You taught me how to maintain the difficulty surface

I want to give you something back to show you I ain't perfect

[Nicole Bus:]

It's your love that makes me better

If I start to love you the way you need me to

And I need you to know that I care for you, yes, I do

All my kings and queens, love is what we need

Wu-Tang Clan other songs:

 

Claudine lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Nicole Bus)

 You ever feel that pain, when you lose someone

So much dear in your heart

Knowing that you never get those moments back

Wishin' you could bring'em back

Just to hug'em and just hold'em

And kiss'em one time

(Mathematics, Mathematics)

Uh it's done, I forgot to see what's real

Living in this pink ink mind mine

(You didn't find love) (Unified love)

You think it's fine to play with all what I have left

It's a cold world out there and I can't take this silence

See all the things I'm going through

I don't know why

But I know that you

Are you with me?

And that's all that matters now

If I got you, oh, you got me, you see

I got one for the lovers, two for the ones we loss

I know, I know, I know

We gotta keep it up, yeah

We'd now losing us

Three for the summers, four the nights we cry

I know, I know, I know

We keep tryin'

Keep fallin' for our love

I only love her when she mad at me

She mass crappy

That make up sex be mad nasty

Our heads be bumping like bad (acting)

Sad actually

She turned the back to get back at me

And bang tracked me, but we happy

Just take it back and unbackstab me

"And that's my story and I'm sticking to it" I'm not taggy

If she the mama, I'd be the papi no need to ask me

If she attract me I'd blow'er back and she need a nappy

In a feed up position like in a womb

You're not feeling I given that much, you be feeling it soon

Just assume another chick could never fit in your loose

She just tryna be the dish that runaway with the spoon, nah

If we Gon clean house, gotta start in our room

One broom and I get clean out, never start with a goon

Leave it up to boomer we always stop with a boom

I got time that they straight up, and we started at noon

I got one for the lovers, two for the ones we loss

I know, I know, I know

We gotta keep it up, yeah

We'd now losing us

Three for the summers, four the nights we cry

I know, I know, I know

We keep tryin'

Keep fallin' for our love

I reflect on a scriptions and old pictures

Staring at my mama in the kitchen doing dishes

Despite how she was living who am I to judge

But what'ave learned, if your mama is alive show her love

The pain that I experienced overthrough the fame

Carry me for not much she pushed, then I came

That's why the city's so attracted to the mom on its plane

To never hear her voice again, it'd never be the same

When the dead is free set, you feel like your soul is sold

Then sadness, you find yourself crying in the open

Her face was cold, she felt my tearz in the casquette

And every drop that fell in the cheek, I cry acid

Beat you every photos and flowers over the cemetery

And cries just like the end of Cooley High

Mama come back we miss you

Come back for a couple of days so I can just hug you and kiss you

I got one for the lovers, two for the ones we loss

I know, I know, I know

We gotta keep it up, yeah

We'd now losing us

Three for the summers, four the nights we cry

I know, I know, I know

We keep tryin'

Keep fallin' for our love

Hood Go Bang! (Remix) lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Redman, Method Man, Raekwon, U-God, Mathematics)

 [Redman:]

This is how it sounds when the hoods go bang!

This is how it sound when the hood go bang! (Yeah)

This is how it sound when the hood go bang!

Yeah, here we go (Here we go)

I said this is how it sound when the hood go bang!

This is how it sound when the hood go bang! (bang!)

This is how it sound when the hood go bang!

Bang!

[Method Man:]

Yo, this is how it sound when the hood go bang

You can cop a couple of bricks of good cocaine

I'm a block scholar, call me Dollars, I don't change

I'm a Rottweiler, diamond collar with gold fangs

Yep, a top shotter, Don Dada, rhyme proper

Might even take the 'R' out of brother—why bother?

Mic on Halloween, I mean, I'm clearly a monster

We gathered here today so that I could dearly depart ya

Math, bars better than Willy Wonka's

It's how to get away with a murder—you feel me, Shonda?

Rhymes like karma, I'm hood, stash the contra

You ever hear a rhymer this good, smack ya mamas

But it's still death over dishonor

'Cause you can get it next and get death over this drama

Math verse Meth, this Civil War is a starter

Men turn to martyrs, Wu-Tang bang regardless

[Redman:]

Yeah, this is how it sounds when the hoods go bang!

This is how it sound when the hood go bang!

This is how it sound when the hood go bang!

Yeah, here we go (Here we go)

I said this is how it sound when the hood go bang!

This is how it sound when the hood go bang!

This is how it sound when the hood go bang!

Bang!

[Raekwon:]

We stay shattered and clutch the gold links

Everything on is mint, I came through in a Reno, all tinted

I'm known to make a million in jet

King Joffrey and its cadets

Shooters from the boonies that's looney

Hold the Tec with all respect, expose his neck

Trees burn 'em out, niggas is learning now

The Archbishop murder through March, Clarks is slippers

I spark blippers, bloggers catch way shot zippers

The movie's all state of the art, we throw grenades and blades

And darts and changed the grain, this sharp

Remain remarkable, we ain't playing this part

We can't explain this art, he ain't the same as us, he pus

Glass of gin for my jewelers, too many rugers nigga

[?] [?] hundred Benz in Bermuda

Known to fuck a party up and bounce

We hog-tie little rappers, give 'em black eyes like Little Rascals

[Redman:]

Yeah, this is how it sounds when the hoods go bang!

This is how it sound when the hood go bang!

This is how it sound when the hood go bang!

Yeah, here we go (Here we go)

I said this is how it sound when the hood go bang!

This is how it sound when the hood go bang!

This is how it sound when the hood go bang!

Bang!

[U-God:]

What it sound like? Here's another sound right

The sounds of a hundred rounds, blacked down at night

And in hindsight, I'm still on this plane

The hood slang go bang, the big change to swank

Take an A, met these lanes, Mr. Officer Skane

It's just the dialect that I select when I slang

Who's saying? Your false talk, you get erased like chalk

Who's for? Or who shot hawk? And who popped off?

Th men and mouse shit, public service announcements

Careful we're burnings a ounce of small town houses

Youthful offenders meet the public defender

Who offers you a fight attempt, plea deal with a mayday to surrender

What a fucked-up summer

Had a brand new come up

This Fourth of July bullets fly and the doves cry

To [?] face in the R.I.P. white tee

From a ricochet of the red bricks to the headpiece

[Redman:]

Yeah, this is how it sounds when the hoods go bang!

This is how it sound when the hood go bang!

This is how it sound when the hood go bang!

Yeah, here we go (Here we go)

I said this is how it sound when the hood go bang!

This is how it sound when the hood go bang!

This is how it sound when the hood go bang!

Bang!

soundtrack: "Of Mics And Men" (2019)

On That Sht Again lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Ghostface Killah & RZA)

(from "Of Mies And Men" soundtrack)

(The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous)
(The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous)

[Ghostface Killah:]
Yo, yo
Champagne nights on the corner mad heavy
Around the time when I was beefing with Wizzy
Starks, State, and Claybourne drawers
Dickin' bitches, they man come through
Damn near kissed the ground
Jumping out of big shit with Benetton pajamas on
Line my soldiers up, strategize, then I move my pawns
Should've been Italian how I'm getting that parmesan
Talkin' bout the ones you keep putting those commas on
And I'ma keep hope alive
'Cause mad lil' niggas look up to me outside
Breaking dawn blunted, yums in they mouth
I drop a jewel, they see the C-ciphers then bounce
Peace God, you see Rae, yo, tell 'em I said
I was in the East, a nigga died, but cut off his dreads
I'll be back around 6PM
Juma prayers around 1 o'clock
Plus I gotta pick up these gems
'Cause it's going down tonight at the Garden
Mary and Maxwell, Drew Hill, I'm supposed to be starring
You know how I do, son
Nugget stones with the blue ones
And coming with me is a few guns

[Chorus:]
I think he's on that shit again
Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em
You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in
Bet against me?
You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in
I think he's on that shit again
Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em
You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in
Bet against me?
You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in

[RZA:]
Telekinesis, simple instrumental thesis
I could hop on a track, relax, then remain speechless
Peep this, I closed down the Kith store for thousand dollar sneakers
Bought a dozen pair with 'em, shared 'em with his cousin
Wu-Tang slang boomerang back like Reggie Hudlin
From New York City to Philly to Los Angeles
The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous
You can't outthink the RZA, nigga, I'll make your brain shrink
My lyrics are vitamins, I go from A to zinc
And yeah, I got that iron just in case the emcee think
He can take it to the streets, then watch his ass become extinct
Like a Tyrannosaurus Rex
I turn your fuckin' face to Jonah Hex

[Ghostface Killah:]
Ayy, yo, last night my sugar was five hundred
That Log Cabin syrup on them flapjacks took it to sky hundred
That's thirteen units of insulin
Brought it back down now everything is official in like Michelin
Counting bread like Maserati Rick out in Michigan
And all my old girlfriends is jumping on my dick again

[Chorus:]
I think he's on that shit again
Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em
You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in
Bet against me?
You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in
I think he's on that shit again
Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em
You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in
Bet against me?
You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in

Seen A Lot Of Things lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Ghostface Killah, Raekwon & Harley)

(from "Of Mies And Men" soundtrack)

Yeah
Yo

Expedite lyrics under a godly spirit
Thoughts forced to hang-glide
Even a bird can hear it
A bald head with gold metal wings
Look like it belong in a day
The coming of Christ
Worshippin' the Elohim
That's the way I wear shades like CeeLo Green
It's darker than Don Cheadle
We're mean like his deleted scene
The prognosis, divine opus
Artistic third eye open, it leave you stuck in a psychosis
Or the haemo-tosis
Spit venom like a African cobra in the jungle
Knowin' my tongue is vulgar
I raise the Wu flag when they scream for glory
The clouds open, a beam of light, you hear my story
Custom-made scrolls, handwritten in coffee
And feather-tip pens one of the prophets brought me
And that explains why I spin on the axis
Born original, so my mind fades to blackness

Seen a lot of things, don't talk about it
I can't live without my faith, so I don't walk without it
God, I know you led us to do better on this road
On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Seen a lot of things, don't talk about it
I can't live without my faith, so I don't walk without it
God, I know you led us to do better on this road
On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Pledge music, we came up from bringin' out club music
Acoustic jungle rap gave us all this project music
Blood in it, plug niggas get you mugged in it
Steel with steel, I'm finally out the drug business
Kneel proper for me, helicopter base, sage in it
Lessons from professors on stage winnin'
Nine swords, 36 Chambers
It's like a chess board, keep slidin'
Opponents get flamed on it
Trainin' poems, been the Game of Thrones
We been raised and grown
These young boys come through, spray your home
Facts, they gave me the ax, now lay it on me
Criminals have to eat, it's facts, shorty
You're damn right I go the square miles
We're from the stairs, thousands of pens could hear us from the rare sounds
Yeah, the Phoenix comin', ten Arabian Staten-adians
Who hooded up, known to get it bouncin'

Seen a lot of things, don't talk about it
I can't live without my faith, so I don't walk without it
God, I know you led us to do better on this road
On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Seen a lot of things, don't talk about it
I can't live without my faith, so I don't walk without it
God, I know you led us to do better on this road
On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Seen a lot of things
I can't live without my faith
God, I know you led us to do better on this road
On this road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Project Kids (Skit) lyrics - Wu-Tang Clan (feat. Nas)

(from "Of Mies And Men" soundtrack)

[Nas:]
When I was hearin' about Wu-Tang, I kept hearin' about these dudes, they were comin' to places, tearin' shit up, everywhere they went. And it was like, they was-they was makin' a mark, and I kept hearin' the, the name and I knew, I knew somethin' was comin' with it, you could tell, you could just feel it.

I remember bein' around Wu and I'm like, um', "Damn, they just like us." You know what I'm sayin', the, the Raekwon remind me of this guy, Ghost remind me of this guy around my way. It was like cousins almost, it was like, you know, project kids. That's what it-that was the language, project kids. We felt it, we smelt it off each other, and it just shows you, out of those housing projects come some brilliant people.

The special thing about Wu-Tang bein' eight or nine guys was, each one was a rapper who could represent their own individual self within that crew. They were the example for all of us, 'cause we haven't, we didn't really see that before, like more power to them, and show love to them, respect them, you know. They're honorable. They gave us incredible skill. They gave us incredible poetry. And they gave us music that no one's touchin' to this day. It's timeless.