Razor Sharp Lines from Wu-Tang's Best Tracks In 1993, my entire view of the hip hop world was completely rocked. Wu-Tang Clan, whose name alone was completely different than anything the scene had previously known, released Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers). It was one of those albums that you had to hear a dozen times through to even try to understand. Rhyme schemes were redefined, language barriers were broken, the whole definition of hip-hop rap style was destroyed (as in broken down and reconstructed in a new, fresh, refined and different manner). Wu-Tang brought a new brand to the hip-hop revolution with 36 Chambers. And last time I looked, its now 2014 and you still hear Wu-Tang somewhere almost every day. That's 20+ years, over 2 decades of legacy. Wu-Tang Clan is the best thing that ever happened to hip-hop. Since that album, they haven't missed in my opinion. Wu-Tang Forever came out in 1997 and both discs were populated with timeless tracks that still crush any radio hip-hop I hear today. Later albums, both group and from the individual artists, were noted as more of an "acquired taste" by many. I'm not part of that group. I was an early adopter of the Wu's style and differentiation, and I've loved nearly every track they produce and rhyme on. RZA is a fucking genius (no pun intended on The GZA)! Wu-Tang Clan Best Lines, Best Verses and Best Songs Ghostface Killah performing live Before I sat down to write this, I debated whether I should write about my favorite Wu-Tang Clan tracks or verses. But I'm going with my favorite lines from their tracks. All their songs are in contention for the best Wu-Tang track - that's too hard. So I'll point out some of the best lines ever, but then follow it with a few of the best verses. Wu-Tang Clan is what changed hip-hop. And broken down to the bare bones level, here is the content they spit that made them the strongest buffalo in the pack - the one that survived generations. These lines are in no particular order, but I broke them out by album. Best Lines From Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers); 1993
Best Lines From Wu-Tang Forever Double CD, 1997
Cappadonna, For Heaven's Sake Wu Pirates, sneak inside the club, low eyes Low down dirty, twelve thirty, night time crawlers Off-the-wallers, basketball gun brawlers Smoked out throw both fists for nine-seven Slang reverend, put the best work in Masta Killa, Visionz As my brothers and I reign rebellious, changin The courses of time, devils no longer exist As God Cipher Divine, all minds one no question Now check it... GZA, As High As Wu-Tang Get This Witty Unpredictable shot is critical To analytical analogy, insurance policies why Said he know that sounds define the note Couldn't recognize, blast him the fuck behind the ropes Masta Killa, Severe Punishment You scream for the extreme, fiend for the cap And proceeds of the Wu-Tang Academy To fuck up your anatomy with assault and battery Raekwon, Little Ghetto Boys Shit is fucked up when they got us yo She fainted at her baby wake now watch the breakdown "..face responsiblity" She fainted at her baby wake now yo watch the breakdown Wu-Tang Clan Best Lines and Verses 'Enter the Wu-Tang' and 'Wu-Tang Forever' are the Clan's claim to fame. But everything they make crushes most of the beats and lyrics that have come out in the past. Individual solo albums, mixtapes, cameos, etc. - anywhere Wu enters a track, its like adding Adobo to the dish, you spice it up (ala Raekwon, Duck Seazon). There's hundreds of tracks with Wu members on it, so I picked out some lines and verses that just blow my mind every time I hear 'em. For my criteria, I kept this list limited to tracks that were either on a Wu-Tang clan album or one of the Clan's solo artists' albums. Cappadonna's verse Winter Warz (From Ironman, Ghostface Killah) I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on the twenty dollar bill Cash it in, and get ten dollars back The fat LP with Cappachino on the waxPass it in your thing, put valve up to twelve Put all the other LP's back on the shelf And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7 1-6-0-4-9-3-11 And you could get long dick Hip Hop affection I damage any MC who step in my direction I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard Niggas still talking that shit is absurd My repertoire, is U.S.S.R P.L.O. style got thrown out the car And ran over, by the Method Man jeep Divine can't define my style is so deep Like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy Like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine Gut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design Method Man, Wu-Gambinos (From Only Built For Cuban Linx, Raekwon) Scriptures hit the body like sawed-off shotties Like my hair knotty and my nosepiece snotty Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh you lost it Information leaking out your faucets, hmm Time to forfeit your crown and leave the grounds There's a new sheriff in town holding it down It's the two holster, shit shot smoker Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster Wild in the West, a student of my culture And life is the test, hold up Ghostface Killah, Wu-Banga 101 (Supreme Clientele, Ghostface Killah) Bottles goin off in the church, we broke the wine slapped the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope Oooh! Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot Heard you got red tops out, and I want a lot" Shirley fainted dead on the spot Two ushers slipped eighty dollars right out the pot Oh shit!" Masta Killa, No Said Date (No Said Date, Masta Killa) They said the God wasn't never comin' home Grandma in a nursin' home, my mind is blown I'm known to walk alone, but the fam It's deep, yeah we all love heat These military arm' marine, sub machine gun Legend of Brooklyn, master craftsman Lord, when you droppin'?" No said date Thought premeditated, well calculated The air's been tested, the people can't wait So, ahh -- we agreed to send one, to swim from lost and found See truth be the life preserve, we can't drown Drunk with the victory, the Wu cavalry Bomb the seminar, the last "hoo-ra" for chivalry Classical, Yo-Yo Ma, laced in the bulletproof fabric Crafted and mastered in space What better place of birth than the Earth Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo (Return to the 36 Chambers, Ol' Dirty Bastard) I'm the one-man army, Ason I never been tooken out, I keep MCs looking out I drop science like Cosby dropping babies Enough to make a nigga go crazy In the G building, taking all types of medicines Your ass thought you were better than Ason, I keep planets in orbit While I be coming with deeper and more shit Enough to make you break and shake your ass As I create rhymes good as a Tastykake makes This style, I'm mastered in Niggas catching headaches, what? What? You need Aspirin? This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol Fuck around, get sprayed with Lysol In your face like a can of mace, baby Is it burning? Well, fuck it, now you're learning How I don't even like your motherfucking profile Give me my fucking shit: CH-CH-BLAOW! U-God, Six Directions of Boxing (The Man With The Iron Fists Soundtrack, RZA) When I'm locked down I use Timbs as my shower slippers I'm in the background mingling with the powder flippers In the basement, hard-body power lifters I crush sour in the sifter, see how I lift her Universal God I stay scientific The kid with the Golden Arms, Iron Fisted Stay Asiatic, so cinematic Noise in the attic, bang out with them automatics It's hood politics that bring the hunger back I'm straight chopping wood, call me the lumberjack Check the catalog put out a hundred packs Watch for drug sniffing dogs they coming from the back I'm straight thunder clap the funky drummer's back It's pure Dopium, give em a heart attack I stay stacking plaques like ancient artifacts Joe Namath in the game I'm the quarterback Inspectah Deck, Assasination Day (Ironman, Ghostface Killah) I move through the third world, my third eye's the guiding light Invite the fight, we all die tonight The life I live's a twenty-five to life bid Parole reneged, I stroll the globe fugitive CREAM is short, Cee Cipher Power stalk, plus the fiend talk Three Gs the cost in Supreme Court White lies and blackmail land me back in jail We're all for sale, a stolen goal but it fail Stranded on the front line I shine to the dumb and blind It comes time I take back what was once mine Crunch time in the first quarter From the worst slaughter Devil's poisoning the birth water RZA, Diary Of A Madman (Gravediggaz, RZA aka Prince Rakeem the Rugged Child) Overwhelmed by the wicked inspirations of an evil jinn I realize my ideas has spawned for 400 years Of blood sweat and tears I saw the torture brutal murder of my father So my brain became stained with the horror I'm having reoccurring nightmares Of being soaking wet, strapped down to the electric chair I got tackled with handcuffs, and shackled in restraint At the bottom of a holy tabernacle They gave me nothing to eat for two weeks And sewed my eye lids open so I couldn't sleep About to die from thirst, that's when the minister Quenched my jaws with a cold glass of vinegar Upon my wounds they seasoned my with salt And nailed my hands feet to the form of a cross Ahh!! I cry As the blood drips inside of my eye refusing to die Visions of hell tormented my faith So I chewed my fucking arm off and made an escape RZA, 4th Chamnber (GZA, Liquid Swords) Aiyo, camouflage chameleon, ninjas scaling your building No time to grab the gun, they already got your wife and children A hit was sent from the President to raid your residence Because you had secret evidence and documents On how they raped the continents and lynched the prominent Dominant Islamic, Asiatic black Hebrew The year 2002 the battle's filled with the Wu Six million devils just died from the Bubonic Flu Or the Ebola virus, under the reign of King Cyrus You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris Unloyal snakes get thrown in boiling lakes of hot oil Up boils your skin, chickenheads getting slim like Olive Oyl Only plant the seed deep inside fertile soil Fortified with essential vitamin and minerals Use the sky for a blanket, stuffing clouds inside my pillow Rolling with the Lamb, Twelve Tribes a 144, 000 chosen Protons Electrons Always Cause Explosions GZA, Duel Of The Iron Mic (GZA, Liquid Swords) Yo Picture bloodbaths and elevator shafts Like these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craft Check the print, it's where veterans spark the letterings Slow moving MC's is waiting for the editing The liquid soluble that made up the chemistry A gaseous element, that burned down your ministry Herbal vapors, and biblical papers Smoking Exodus, every square yard is plush Fuck the screw-faced photo sessions facial expression Leaves impressions, try to keep a shark nigga guessing Give crazy shouts Son here's the outcome Cut across the semi-gloss rhymes you floss Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings Suede-fronts, bell-bottoms, and tri-colored Shearlings I ain't particular, I bang like vehicular homicides On July 4th in Bed-Stuy Where money don't grown on trees and there's thieving MC's Who cut-throat to rake leaves They can't breathe, blood splash, rushing fast Like running rivers, I be that whiskey in your liver Raekwon, Daytona 500 (Ironman, Ghostface Killah) Say peace to cats who rock MAC Knowledge Knowledges Street astrologists, light up the mic God, knowledge this Fly joints that carried your points, Corolla Motorola holder Play it God, E-pack over the shoulder Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives Repel all fakes like reflectors He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna Run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo And jet to the flyest estate, relate take a break Break down an eighth and then wait, drop it like Drake Thugs they be booing and screwing, we canoeing Claim they doing the same shit we doing, fuck a union It's the same style, RZA train a boy, jump the turnstile On the island he tried to challenge God for the new bals Especially that, aluminum bat in the Ac Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it pays black The Mac-10 flex wipe cats like Windex Index finger be sore busting these fly scripts The Wally kid count crazily grands with our plans Laying with my bitches and my mans in Lex Lands We losing 'em, jet to the stash in New Jerusalem Abusing 'em, rocking his jewels like we using 'em Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar Roll with the older Gods, build with the Sun, Moon and Star  The Wu-Tang Clan is immortalized in hip-hop history - and in my own heart and soul. Truth is, I don't believe there ever has been another group of pioneers with the impact The Wu had, and I don't think there ever can be. Since Wu-Tang has inspired me for so long, I'll continue to pay tribute and hit you with bits and drips of knowledge through my blog - keep it tuned for more Wu! **late addition** - I told you stay tuned, so if you made it this far down the page, you can also check out my list of the 36 best Wu-Tang songs out there! 
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