Ruckus In B Minor lyrics

[Intro: RZA]

Huh, after all these years, what you said was true

The Shaolin and the Wu-Tang is very dangerous

[Interlude 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

It's the ODB kid, once again coming through your area

And I'm going to tell you one time, you gon' love this

[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]

I had to get the money, said it wasn't a choice

Die Hard's on the bars, Ladies lovin' the voice

Morphine flow, numbing your joints

Bomb a nigga like he number 81 from Detroit

Zombie life, World War Z

Antidote to your virus, your highness, the world on me

Capital G, cool as the dude from Dos Equis

So deadly, I don't make it rain, I snow heavy

Sick lane, Nic Cage how I ride with fire

Forever with bars, sort of like a lifer

With the son of anarchy, I be breaking bad

Walking dead, day dreaming of making a band

Dancing with the stars, Americans idol me

The mentalist with the Big Bang Theory

[Hook: Method Man]

Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one

Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one

[Verse 2: U-God]

The most duplicated, anticipated, validated

Urban legends in the books with the ones who made it

Highly celebrated, everything was work related

Current top 40 got the Wu deep in all their business

20 years Killa Bees, yeah, we hold the pennant

Monumental stance on the cover with my co-defendants

Drop her sentence, in remembrance

Construct these jewels so they can live through my descendants

[Bridge: Method Man]

Youngun, I can see your draws, pull your pants up

Can't even call yourself a man until you man up

And if you call yourself a fan you need to stand up

This ain't a party, it's a jux, keep your hands up

And I don't care who runs the city when the summer come

Your summer's done, Wu forever, and we're still number one

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Cappadonna]

Picture a nigga on the strip getting rich off the drug shit

Putting other niggas on, teaching ‘em thug shit

Then they want stick 'em up, then they get slugs quick

Hood-type niggas always living that crime life

Jealous-ass grimy niggas seeing the limelight

Slimy old nigga like fucking your man’s wife

Fool shouldn't use the word brother, he man dyke

[Verse 5: Ghostface Killah]

Yo, I spin my web all across New York

Get it out in all types of ice, there's a sport

One chain, two chain, three chain, four

Niggas mouth's drop like the leaves in the fall

Tone got that WBC

I take off heavy in air ballons and land in the Fiji's

That's my bird and that's my word

You faggots keep fucking around and get curbed

[Verse 6: GZA]

Forms circles like the rings of Saturn

Dust rocks and ice in a particular pattern

Then this fascinating picture has emerged from surface

A wonder of the young moral with an urgent purpose

A wild fire engulfing every home

It's history chiseled and carved in every stone

A workshop where skills are learned

Handcrafted and drafted, written works the main concern

Urban center provided with a social structure

And a curious culture full of superconductors

Each stain is part of a scene with

Intricate geometric raps on a larger screen

Spell bounding, marvellous and it's surrounding

Viewpoints remain the same, it's all astounding

A place where the forgotten art is so powerful

A striking image is something that's so valuable

[Interlude 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

This one's the blackout! Three-fifty-seven to your mouth!

[Interlude 3: RZA]

GZA, this is called Ruckus In B Minor

Rae, all those bad times is behind us

Ghost, put that mask on to remind us

Method Man, let 'em know who's New York's finest

[Bridge + Hook]

[During hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Now I'mma let all you motherfuckers know

Whether you from Brooklyn, whether you from Manhattan

You from Queens nigga, I don't give a fuck

Where you be motherfucker!

[Verse 6: Raekwon]

My lines is like Peruvian coke, go ahead and try one

My recipe is A1 remarkable with my mixture

Rainman mathematician, this city slicker

Finest threads cover my frame, the cloths of royalty

Strive with an army of winners and no pretenders

(*One*) We live free and achieve more

But first we gotta win with no stale mate

The all eye seeing is victorious biz to the sound man

[Verse 7: Masta Killa]

All my trucks, tanks are bulletproof, been the truth

Loot the track, clear the booth, my thought ready, aim, shoot

My knowledge one twenty proof, let's tear the roof off

Let's spray, M-A-S-T-A

King I Love-Love club, pack stadium rock

I hold the mic snug, split a slug

Black ninja, mask and gloves

[Hook]

[Outro]

• Artist:Wu-Tang Clan
• Album:A Better Tomorrow