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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [Wu-Tang Clan]Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber |
| home : | http://chriskwon.hihome.com |
Intro: Take that motherfucker ¹Þ¾Æ¶ó ÀÌ °³ÀÚ½Ä¾Æ GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!! ÁÁÀº ¾ÆÄ§ÀÌ¾ß º£Æ®³²!! Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggaz ±×·¡, ³Ê³× ¸Ó¸® ¼Ó¿¡ µç°Å ¾ø´Â ³à¼®µé¿¡°Ôµµ ÁÁÀº ¾ÆÄ§ÀÌ´Ù Word to the camoflouge large niggaz À§Àå¼úÀ» ÆîÄ£ °Å¹°±Þ¿¡°Ôµµ Àλç Bitch niggaz fuckin my body ³ª¶û °°ÀÌ Çϰí ÀÖ´Â °èÁý³âµé Bring that fuckin meth in here Yo yo yo yo ±× ¸ÚÁø°É À̸®·Î °¡Á®¿Í Yo yo yo yo Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain ÀÌÁ¦ ¿ì¸° ÁÁÀº NightrainÀ» ¸¶½Ç°Å¾ß and yo, set it off ±×·¡ yo, ½ÃÀÛÇØ Verse One: Raekwon the Chef Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked èÇǾð ±â¾î¸¦ ¿òÁ÷¿©, ³× ºÎÃ÷´Â °ø°ÝÀ» ¹ÞÀ»°Å¾ß Then attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN ¸¶Ä¡ ¸ðµÎ¸¦ °¡µÎ´Â ±¸µ¢ÀÌó·³ ³Î °ø°ÝÇÒ°Å¾ß As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore À̸®·Î ¿Í¼ ¼Ò¸®¸¦ ¸¸µé¾î, ÇϵåÄÚ¾î but giving you more and more, like ding! ÇÏÁö¸¸ ´õ ¸¹ÀÌ ´õ ¸¹ÀÌ ÁÖÁö, ¸¶Ä¡ '¶¯' ¼Ò¸®Ã³·³! Nah shorty, get you open like six packs ¾Æ³Ä ÀÓ¸¶, ³Î ¸¶¸®È³ª ¹éó·³ Ȱ¦ ¿¾î³õÀ»°Ô Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks Killer Bees °ø°Ý, ¹» ÇҰųİí, »ìÀÎ, ±×¸®°í ¸ÚÁø Æ®·¢ A'ight? I kick it like a Night Flite! ¾Ë°Ú¾î? ³ Night Fliteó·³ ÇÏÁö! Word life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite! ¸Â´Â ¸»À̾ß, ´Ï ¾ûµ¢À̸¦ ¿øÇÑÀÌ °¡µæÂù ¼ÕÀ¸·Î ¶§·ÁÁÙ°Ô! Check the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed BedrockÀÇ ¹æ½ÄÀ» ºÁ, ´Ï ¸Ó¸®¸¦ ħ´ë·Î Èçµé°Å°Åµç Just like rockin what? Twin glocks! ¿¹¸¦ µé¸é ¹¹³Ä°í? ½Ö±ÇÃÑ! Shake the ground while my beats just break you down ºñÆ®°¡ ³Î ºÎ·¯¶ß¸®´Â µ¿½Ã¿¡ ³ ¶¥À» Èçµé¾î Raw sound, we going to war right now ¼ø¼öÇÑ ¼Ò¸®, ¿ì¸° Áö±Ý ÀüÀïÀ» Çϰí ÀÖ¾î So, yo, bombin ±×·¡, yo, Æø°ÝÇÏÁö We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments º¸Åë ¸ðµÎÀÇ ¿ÊÀ» ´Ù »©¾Ñ¾Æ°¡ *Wu-TangÀÌ ¿ø·¡ ÀÌ ±¸¹®ÀÇ ¾àÀÚ¿´³ª?-.- Save ya breath before I bomb it ³»°¡ ÆøÅºÀ» ½î±â Àü¿¡ ¼ûÀ» µ¹·Á Verse Two: Method Man I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward ³ »çÀÌÄÚ ¼¼°è¿¡¼ ¿Â ¹ÌÄ£ ³à¼® I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword ¹æ¾Æ¼è¿¡ ¼Õ°¡¶ôÀ» ¿Ã·Á, °Ô´Ù°¡ Wu-Tang Ä®µµ ÀÖ¾î So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine? ±×·¯´Ï ³ª¶û ½Î¿î´Ù´Â °Ç »ó»óµµ ¸øÇÒ ÀÏÀ̰ÚÁö? Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time! Hey, yo, RZA! ±×°É ³ªÇÑÅ× ´Ù½Ã ÇÑ ¹ø °¡Á®¿ÍºÁ! And pull a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow ±×¸®°í Æ®¸¯À» ½áºÁ, À̺Á ¿Ø¸¸ÇÏ¸é ½Î¿òÀº ±×¸¸µÖ *beef - ¼Ó¾î·Î ½Î¿òÀ̸é¼, ¿ø¶æÀÌ '¼Ò°í±â'À̱⠶§¹®¿¡ µÚ¿¡ cow¶ó´Â ¸»µµ ¾²À̰í, ´ÙÀ½ ¹®Àåµµ µÇ´Â°ÅÁÒ.. I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, tical ³ Á¥À» Â¥°í ÀÖ¾î, ³» ¼î¶ó°í, tical The FUCK you wanna do? More than Spike Lee's Do ¹» ÇÏ°í ½Í´Ù°í? Spike Leeº¸´Ù ´õ ½ÉÇϱº I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root ³ ¸¶Ä¡ Àú°Ý¼ö¿Í °°¾Æ, Àλï»Ñ¸®¿¡ ÀÖÁö PLO style, buddha monks with the owls ÆÈ·¹½ºÅ¸ÀÎ ½ºÅ¸ÀÏ, ºÎ¾ûÀ̸¦ Ű¿ì´Â ½º´Ô So who's the fucking man? Meth-Tical ±×·¡ Áö±Ý ÀÌ°Ô ´©±¸³Ä°í? Meth-Tical On the chessbox ü½ºÆÇ À§¿¡ ¼ÀÖ¾î Verse Three: Inspector Deck Yo, yeah, yo I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has Yo, yeah, yo ³ ¸¶ÀÌÅ©¸¦ ½Ãü °¡¹æ¿¡ ³²°ÜµÖ, ³» ·¦ ½ºÅ¸ÀÏÀº The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz ³Î Shabazz ºÎÁ·Ã³·³ ±æÀ» ÀÒ°Ô ¸¸µå´Â ÈûÀ» °¡Áö°í ÀÖÁö Murderous material, made by a madman Ä¡¸íÀûÀÎ µµ±¸, ¹ÌÄ¡±¤À̰¡ ¸¸µé¾î³Â¾î It's the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man ³ ¸¶ÀÌÅ©¸¦ °íÀå³», Inspector, ¾Ç¿ª From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic ų·¯µéÀÌ »ç´Â ¶¥¿¡¼ ¿Â, ·¦ ±¤½Åµµ Representing with the skill that's iller ´õ ¸ÚÁø ½ºÅ³À» ¾ðÁ¦³ª º¸¿©ÁÖÁö Dare to compare, get pierced just like an ear ºñ±³ÇÏ·Á ÇÏÁö¸¶, ³Í ±Íó·³ Âõ°ÜÁú°Å¾ß The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly hardware The zoo-we-do-wop-bop ¿Ïº®ÇÑ Çϵå¿þ¾î Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison Áö±Ý öÀúÈ÷ ¹«ÀåÇÑ »óÅÂ, ¹æ±Ý Å»¿ÁÇ߰ŵç Charged by the system - for murdering the rhythm! ½Ã½ºÅÛ¿¡ ÀÇÇØ ÃæÀüµÇ¾î - ¸®µëÀ» Á׿©³õ³× Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode ÀÚ, ÀÚ¼¼¸¦ ³·Ãß°í ºÁºÁ, ¶Ç´Ù¸¥ Á×À½ÀÇ ¿¡ÇǼҵå Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I explode ³»°¡ Æø¹ßÇÏ¸é ¶Ç´Ù½Ã ¿¡³ÊÁö ÃæÀüÀ» ÇϰÚÁö Verse Four: Ghostface Killer Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head burst ´Ï ¸Ó¸®°¡ ÅÍÁú ¶§±îÁö ¸ÚÁø ³ë·¡¸¦ ¾È°ÜÁÖÁö I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that Æ®·¢¿¡¼ Á×Àº ÀÚ¸¦ µé¸ÔÀÌÁö¸¸, º° ¹®Á¦´Â µÇÁö ¾Ê¾Æ Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and hardrock ·¦ÀÇ ¾Ï»ìÀÚ, ³Î Á¶¿©¿Í, ºü¸£°Ô ÀÏ¾î³ Æø¹ß I ran up in spots like Fort Knox! Fort Knoxó·³ Àå¼Ò·Î ¶Ù¾î°¡! I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logic ³ ¾ÆÁÖ ¶ß°Å¿ö, ÃÖ°íÁö, Ghost´Â ³í¸®ÀûÀ¸·Î »ý°¢ÇØ Flashback's how I attacked your whole project ³× °Å¸®¸¦ ¾î¶»°Ô °ø°ÝÇß³ª ȸ»óÇØºÁ I'm raw, I'm rugged and raw! I repeat, if I die ³ ¼ø¼öÇØ, °ÅÄ¥°í ¼ø¼öÇÏ´Ù°í! ´Ù½Ã ¸»ÇÒ°Ô, Á×À» ¶§±îÁö My seed'll be ill like me ³» Àڽĵµ ³ª¿Í ¶È°°À»°Å¾ß Approachin me, you out of respect, chops ya neck ³»°Ô Á¢±ÙÇÑ´Ù¸é, ±×°Ç ¸®½ºÆåÆ®°¡ ¾Æ³Ä, ¸ñÀ» ÀÚ¸£°Ú¾î I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass Lex' ³ Â¥ÁõÀ» ³», ¸¶Ä¡ Lexus°¡ ¾îµð ¹ÚÀº °Íó·³ So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the cage ±×·¯´Ï ±æÀ» ±ú²ýÀÌ ÇØ, ºñÄÑ, yo! ¿ì¸® ¹®À» ¿¾î Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway slave Çǽº, ³ª°¥°Ô, µµ¸ÁÄ£ ³ë¿¹Ã³·³ ¼Óµµ¸¦ ³ô¿© Verse Five: Prince Rakeem/RZA Yo Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels Yo ³Í ¿Ê ¼Ó¿¡¼ Á¶°¢ÀÌ ³ª, À̺Á, º¸¼®µéÀº Ä¡¿ö While the meth got me open like fallopian tubes ³»°Ô ÀÌ ±æÀº ³ªÆÈ°üó·³ ¿·ÁÀÖÁö I bring death to a snake when he least expect ¹ì¿¡°Õ, ±×°¡ ¹Ìó ¿¹»óÇÏÁö ¸øÇßÀ» ¶§ Á×À½À» °¡Á®¿Í Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck ¾Æ¹«°Íµµ ¹Ù²ï°Ô ¾ø¾î, ²¿¸¶¾ß, ¸ñ Á¶½ÉÇØ¶ó Ruler Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is fatal ÅëÄ¡ÀÚ Zig Zag, Zig-AllahÀÇ À½¾ÇÀº Ä¡¸íÀûÀÌ¾ß Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel ³ªÀÇ Wu-Tang °ËÀ» ´Ï ¹è²Å¿¡´Ù À绡¸® ²ÈÀ» ¼ö ÀÖÁö Suspenseful, plus bein bought through my utensil ¼½ºÆæ½º´Â, ³ªÀÇ ±â±¸·ÎºÎÅ͵µ ´À³¥ ¼ö ÀÖ¾î The pencil, I break strong winds up against your ¿¬ÇÊ, ³× ¼öµµ¿øÀ¸·Î °ÇÑ ¹Ù¶÷À» ³¯·Áº¸³»ÁÙ°Ô Abbot, that run up through your county like the Maverick ¸¶Ä¡ Maverick ¹Ì»çÀÏó·³ ³× µ¿³×¸¦ ÈÖÁ£°í ´Ù´Ò°Å¾ß Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics ¾î¶² ÀÏÀÌ À־, ³ª¸¸ÀÇ ÀÛǰÀ» ¸¸µé¾îÁö Verse Six: Ol Dirty Bastard Are you, uh, ah, uh Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit like a samurah ³Ê´Â, ¾î, ¾Æ, ¾î, ³Ê´Â ¿ë»çÀΰ¡? ų·¯Àΰ¡? »ç¹«¶óÀÌó·³ º£¾î¹ö·Á The Ol' Dirty Bastard VUNDABAH *Çê;; ¸Ç µÚ¿¡ ¹«½¼ ¶æÀÎÁö ¸ð¸£°Ú³×¿ä. ÀÌ·±-- Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists Ol Dirty Å×·¯¸®½ºÆ® Ŭ·£ Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS! ¸¶Ä¡ ¸¶¹ý»çó·³ ³×°Ô ´Ù°¡°¡¼, ¿ÀÁÜÀ» °¥°ÜÁÖÁö! Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin nerves ¸ðµÎµé ³¯ ±ÍÂú°Ô Çϰí Àִµ¥ Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curb ±×µéÀÌ ¸¸µç ¶óÀÓÀº ³»°¡ ±×µéÀÇ ¾ûµ¢À̸¦ ±æ¹ÛÀ¸·Î Â÷°Ô ¸¸µé¾î I got funky fresh, like the old specialist ³» ÆãÅ©´Â ½Å¼±ÇØ, ¸¶Ä¡ °íÀü Àü¹®°¡Ã³·³ A carrier, messenger, bury ya Ç×°ø¸ðÇÔ, ¸Þ½ÅÁ®, ³Î ¹¯¾î This experience is for the whole experience ÀÌ °æÇèÀº ÀüüÀÇ °æÇèÀ» À§ÇÑ °Å¾ß Let it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT SCIENCE ¾Ë·ÁÁÙ°Ô, ³» °úÇÐÀ» µé·ÁÁÙ°Ô Verse Seven: Genius/GZA My my my My Clan is thick like plaster ³», ³», ³», ³» Ŭ·£Àº ¼®°íó·³ µÎ²¨¿ö Bust ya, slash ya ³Î ºÎ¼ö°í, º£¾î Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master Killer Dutch Master Killeró·³ ³× µîµÚ¸¦ ±×¾î Style jumped off and Killa, Hill-er ¹º°¡ ´Ù¸¥ ½ºÅ¸ÀÏÀÇ Å³·¯, Hiller I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manilla ³ª´Â Ali-Frazier Manilla °°Àº ½º¸±·¯ I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock ³ ¼·Î ÇÕÃÄÁö°í Æ÷°³Áö´Â ¸ÚÁø Æ®·¢À» µé°í Like getting smashed by a cinder block Ÿ´Ù ³²Àº °Å¸®Ã³·³ ´Ù½Ã ã¾Æ¿ÀÁö Blaow! Now it's all over Æã! ÀÌÁ¦ ¸ðµÎ´Ù ³¡³µ¾î Niggaz seeing pink hearts, yellow moons ¸ðµÎµé ºÐÈ«»ö ÇÏÆ®¿Í, ³ë¶õ»ö ´Þ°ú, orange stars and green clovers ÁÖȲ»ö º°°ú, ÃÊ·Ï»ö Ŭ·Î¹ö¸¦ º¼ ¼ö ÀÖÁö |
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