歌手:Wu-Tang Clan
专辑:《Enter The Wu-Tang-36 Chambers》

作词 : Wu Tang Clan
“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.”
Bring da mother****in' ruckus!
Bring da mother****in' ruckus!
Bring da mother, bring da mother****in' ruckus!
Bring da mother****in' ruckus!
Ghostface catch the blast of a hype verse
My Glock burst, leave in a hearse, I did worse
I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk
Your head rush, fly like Egyptian musk
Aww shit, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks, an'
However I master the trick just like Nixon
Causin' terror, quick damage your whole era
Hard rocks is locked the **** up, or found shot
P.L.O. style, hazardous, 'cause I wreck this dangerous
I blow sparks like Waco, Texas
I watch my back like I'm locked down
Hardcore-hittin' sound
Watch me act bugged and tear down
Illiterate-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 rollin' like forty macks
Now you act convinced, I guess it makes sense
Wu-Tang, yo, soooo 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
Bring da mother****in' ruckus!
Bring da mother****in' ruckus!
Bring da mother, bring da mother****in' ruckus!
Bring da mother****in' ruckus!
Bring da mother, bring da, bring da mother****in' ruckus!
Bring da mother****in' ruckus!
Bring da mother, bring da mother****in' ruckus!
Bring da mother****in' ruckus!
So bring it on!
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'll leave your headpiece hangin'
Bust this, I'm kickin' like Seagal: Out for Justice
The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus
Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue
Murder One, my style shocks 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 pulled like a trigga
So bad, stabbin' up the pad with the vocab, crab
I scream on your ass like your dad, bring it on...
Bring da mother****in' ruckus!
Bring da mother****in' ruckus!
Bring da mother, bring da mother****in' ruckus!
Bring da mother****in' ruckus!
Yo, I'm more rugged than slave man boots
New recruits, I'm ****in' up MC troops
I break loose, 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 ****in' dangerous
And more deadly than the stroke of an axe
Choppin' through your back *swish*
Givin' bystanders heart attacks
Niggas try to flip, tell me, who is him?
I blow up his ****in' prism, make it a vicious act of terrorism
You wanna bring it, so **** it, come on and bring the ruckus!
And I provoke niggas to kick buckets
I'm wettin' cream, I ain't wettin' fame
Who sellin' 'caine? I'm givin' out a deadly game
It's not the Russian, it's the Wu-Tang crushin' roulette
Slip up and get ****ed like Suzette
Bring da ****in' ruckus!
Bring da mother****in' ruckus!
Bring da mother****in' ruckus!
“En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.”
So, bring it on!
So, bring it on!
So, bring it on!
So, bring it on!
So, bring it on!
So, bring it on!
So, bring it on, nigga!