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Deadly Melody
Wu-Tang Clan Lyrics


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As we return, to the 36 Chambers
The RZA, the GZA
The Ol Dirty BZA
You-God, Chef, the Ghostface Killah
And Meth, Rebel I soldier for the foreclosure
Don't forget about the Masta, yo

Motherfuckers halt, when my Colt, start stompin
Thunder, strikes your land with a jolt
Your stamina level is low, like currents from
The volts of relentless punishment that multiplies
At a speed that the naked eye can't die-tect
The infantry, peep the weapon-try as I bomb atomically
Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded
By this total square mileage of violence that I brung
I've not yet begun to stung
It's the ethics, the rigorous training methods
Of the Abbott, incite overseas to opposition
Penetrates then infiltrates
Breakin down your resistance
Leavin competition defenseless, Masta
Hip-hop antagonizer, dumb deaf and blind civilizer
With the silencer

Psssh, yo
Pile-driver Tut boulder face blow Hulk
Anger rap book causin chess blade smoke
Minds the trunk, punk, elephant gun poke
Jaw-breaker humanoid vice-grip, choke
Face the inferno, maestro, pull it
Pipe hard slang, bite the golden bullet
Never, sold my soul Golden Arm cold stinger
See me on the streets address me stone bringer
Ease away, freeze back, feedback, play out in
Sweet action packed rap
Bite it, stomp on a beat
Possess hollow head battle teeth Tony Atlas
Wu status, now, wisdom to the masses

Cock back my tongue like a hammer, my head is like
A nickel-plated bammer, spit forty-five caliber grammar
At the speed of wind makes you bleed within
Crack your skull, without penetratin your skin
Reign of champ official, Wu scamp with black pistols
Spent the weekend programmin fat tracks at Camp Cristal

Home on the range, rebel with a pen
Writin critically acclaimed scriptures that do you in
Mista, Meth, Hot Nickels
Say my shit holding my Sex Pistol, deal me in

The bewilderin killa bee quickly sting ya
I ain't gotta life one fuckin finga
Make sure to God I reef turns on the ringer
We duckin the subpeona
Fatal Flying Guillotine machine from Medina

Check the 150 millimeter, heater as it blows holes
Through your fuckin speaker
Makin you weaker creepin inches centimeters
Fifty caliber street sweeper
Shots from Shaolin that go to Masapeaqua

Things'll never be the same, after this one
Ghostrider spit flame, lay back and twist one
Recognize the Gods came, for one accord
For one mind and one cause, that's the shit Son
Play them crows out position
You might hear me but you don't listen
Competition come and get some on
Red marker still bleedin, through the paper
Of his sick premeditated, murder caper

I walk with the Shaolin strut, burn a dutch
Watch Street eat em up, cold crush, bumrush
Spot rusher get touched backed up handcuffed
Y'all niggaz can't FUCK with us

Pass me the black velvet embassy suite killin me
Spell it Maxi Priest caught me in the days up on Delancy Street
Stand solar, deadly vengeance with a crowbar
It's like the dreads worshipin Jah, so ha-lo-ha
Pineapple crushed 850 swerve it with a rush
Plush the Canola Range spittin off the roof, holdin my change
Yo it's ragtime, universal 12 Monkey mind
It's like, stalkin through your airport with a chunky nine

The undervolt Staten New York
Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back, take em to court
It's the burner Shaolin bound facedown you gets murdered
Roadblock shell shocked, stretched on a back block
Yo it's warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through midair
Landin thugs in wheelchairs from the slugfest
Keeps the iron, where the head rest, for the conquest
Subway, wordplay ricochet through your projects, crime pays
Matched up in a staircase, in a dark place embraced
By the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape
These crime situations, I stay in man formation
And shot echoes through the ghetto locations y'all remain
P.L.O., slam cats like Bam Bam, Bigolo
Throw a flow like Nomo relate like Fidel Castro
I be the great all pro, hangin MC's by they logos
My street journal reacts and blaze like an inferno

Overall Meaning

"Deadly Melody" by Wu-Tang Clan is a song that embodies the group's iconic East Coast hip-hop sound. RZA, GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, You-God, Inspectah Deck, Ghostface Killah, and Method Man focus on their individual rap styles and come together to create a song that highlights their collective power. The lyrics are dense with cultural and societal commentary while showcasing the group's immense talent.


The song begins with the return to the 36 Chambers, a nod to the Wu-Tang Clan's debut album. The first verse discusses the singer's prowess and violence, comparing their Colt to thunder and their level of punishment to volts. The second verse delves into Method Man's rap style, with his tongue serving as a hammer and his head as a nickel-plated bummer. The third verse focuses on Inspectah Deck's lyrical abilities, as he compares himself to a "blood sport gun talk holdin fort back," creating an image of his strength and power.


Overall, "Deadly Melody" is a testament to Wu-Tang Clan's collective strength and individuality as artists. Each member brings their unique style and perspective to the song, creating a vivid and immersive sonic experience for the listener.


Line by Line Meaning

As we return, to the 36 Chambers
We are back in the place where our rap group originated, known as the 36 Chambers.


The RZA, the GZA
The members RZA and GZA are introducing themselves.


The Ol Dirty BZA
The member Ol Dirty Bastard, also known as BZA, is introducing himself.


You-God, Chef, the Ghostface Killah
The members You-God, Chef (Method Man), and Ghostface Killah are introducing themselves.


And Meth, Rebel I soldier for the foreclosure
Method Man, also known as Meth, is saying that he fights against foreclosures and stands up for those affected.


Don't forget about the Masta, yo
Don't forget about the member Masta Killa, who is being mentioned.


Motherfuckers halt, when my Colt, start stompin
When I brandish my Colt gun, people are forced to stop what they're doing in fear.


Thunder, strikes your land with a jolt
My presence and power strike your territory like a sudden thunderstorm.


Your stamina level is low, like currents from The volts of relentless punishment that multiplies
You are weak and exhausted, like electricity flowing through wires under constant punishment.


At a speed that the naked eye can't die-tect
I move so quickly that it's impossible for the human eye to detect or see me clearly.


The infantry, peep the weapon-try as I bomb atomically
My army of soldiers witnesses the impressive display of my weaponry as I strike with explosive force.


Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded
People froze in shock and disbelief as they found themselves surrounded and overwhelmed.


By this total square mileage of violence that I brung
They were overwhelmed by the vast area covered by the violence and aggression I brought.


I've not yet begun to stung
I haven't even started to inflict pain yet.


It's the ethics, the rigorous training methods
It's all about the moral principles and strict training methods I adhere to.


Of the Abbott, incite overseas to opposition
The leader, known as the Abbott (RZA), instigates opposition from overseas.


Penetrates then infiltrates
We penetrate and infiltrate the opposition.


Breakin down your resistance
We are breaking down your defense and willpower.


Leavin competition defenseless, Masta
We leave our competition completely defenseless.


Hip-hop antagonizer, dumb deaf and blind civilizer
In the world of hip-hop, we antagonize, but also act as a force of enlightenment for those who are ignorant and unaware.


With the silencer
We operate with a sense of silence and secrecy.


Pile-driver Tut boulder face blow Hulk
I deliver powerful blows like a pile-driver, comparing myself to strong figures like Tutankhamun and the Hulk.


Anger rap book causin chess blade smoke
My aggressive style of rapping causes intense reactions, likened to the smoke emanating from a hot blade slicing through chess pieces.


Minds the trunk, punk, elephant gun poke
I have deep, hidden thoughts that will surprise you, and I'm armed with a metaphorical elephant gun.


Jaw-breaker humanoid vice-grip, choke
I have a powerful grip like a vice, capable of breaking jaws and choking the life out of opponents.


Face the inferno, maestro, pull it
Prepare to face the intense flames of my lyrical inferno, conducted by a master.


Pipe hard slang, bite the golden bullet
I deliver my rhymes with great intensity, and you should be ready to accept and understand their impact.


Never, sold my soul Golden Arm cold stinger
I have never compromised my principles; I remain pure and deadly, like a cold, stinging Golden Arm.


See me on the streets address me stone bringer
When you see me on the streets, recognize me as someone who brings a powerful presence.


Ease away, freeze back, feedback, play out in Sweet action packed rap
Step back, freeze, and observe as my powerful and action-packed rap plays out like sweet music.


Bite it, stomp on a beat Possess hollow head battle teeth Tony Atlas
I bite into and dominate beats with incredible force, just like Tony Atlas, a famous wrestler with powerful biting teeth.


Wu status, now, wisdom to the masses
We, the Wu-Tang Clan, have achieved a legendary status and provide wisdom to the masses.


Cock back my tongue like a hammer, my head is like A nickel-plated bammer, spit forty-five caliber grammar
I prepare to deliver my words with force, like pulling back a hammer; my mind is sharp and powerful, like a nickel-plated gun, as I spit lyrics that hit with the impact of a .45 caliber bullet.


At the speed of wind makes you bleed within
My words are delivered at a fast pace, like the wind, and they have the power to make you feel emotions and pain internally.


Crack your skull, without penetratin your skin
I can metaphorically crack your skull and affect your mind and thoughts without physically harming you.


Reign of champ official, Wu scamp with black pistols
I am officially recognized as a reigning champion, representing the Wu-Tang Clan, and I carry black weapons as my metaphorical arsenal.


Spent the weekend programmin fat tracks at Camp Cristal
I spent the weekend creating and producing high-quality tracks at a luxurious location called Camp Cristal.


Home on the range, rebel with a pen
I am comfortable and dominant in my territory as a rebellious lyricist.


Writin critically acclaimed scriptures that do you in
I write powerful and thought-provoking lyrics that have the ability to defeat and outdo you.


Mista, Meth, Hot Nickels
The members Meth, Masta Killa (Mista), and Inspectah Deck (Hot Nickels) are introducing themselves.


Say my shit holding my Sex Pistol, deal me in
I proudly represent and carry my metaphorical weapon, the Sex Pistol, as I demand to be a part of any deal or situation.


The bewilderin killa bee quickly sting ya
As part of the Wu-Tang Clan, I, the bewilderin killa bee, swiftly strike and harm you like a bee's sting.


I ain't gotta life one fuckin finga
I don't need to lift a finger or put in much effort to cause damage or be successful.


Make sure to God I reef turns on the ringer
I ensure that even God would turn on his phone's ringer to pay attention to my actions and words.


We duckin the subpeona
We avoid and evade legal subpoenas.


Fatal Flying Guillotine machine from Medina
I am a deadly and unstoppable force, like the legendary Fatal Flying Guillotine machine from the city of Medina.


Check the 150 millimeter, heater as it blows holes Through your fuckin speaker
Witness the power of my 150 millimeter gun, as it blasts through your speakers and leaves holes in their wake.


Makin you weaker creepin inches centimeters
I gradually weaken you, inch by inch and centimeter by centimeter, as I approach and infiltrate your defenses.


Fifty caliber street sweeper
My metaphorical weapon, a fifty caliber street sweeper, brings destruction and cleansing to the streets.


Shots from Shaolin that go to Masapeaqua
The bullets I fire from Shaolin travel all the way to the town of Masapeaqua.


Things'll never be the same, after this one
Things will be forever changed and different after experiencing what I have to offer in this song.


Ghostrider spit flame, lay back and twist one
I, the ghostrider, spit intense and fiery lyrics, and I invite you to relax and enjoy the experience while smoking marijuana.


Recognize the Gods came, for one accord
Acknowledge and understand that the gods have arrived to unite and work together for a common goal.


For one mind and one cause, that's the shit Son
We are unified in our thinking and purpose, and that's the incredible reality.


Play them crows out position
We manipulate and deceive our opponents, making them play their moves in a disadvantaged position.


You might hear me but you don't listen
You might be able to hear my words, but you fail to truly understand or comprehend their meaning.


Competition come and get some on
Competitors are invited to come and challenge us, if they dare.


Red marker still bleedin, through the paper
My impact and presence continue to be felt and bleed through even after the songs are written.


Of his sick premeditated, murder caper
Our planned and deliberate actions within the music industry are like a sick murder plot.


I walk with the Shaolin strut, burn a dutch
I walk confidently with the swagger of the Shaolin Clan and smoke a marijuana blunt.


Watch Street eat em up, cold crush, bumrush
Watch me dominate the streets and overpower my rivals, with a cold and brutal force.


Spot rusher get touched backed up handcuffed
Any opportunistic challenger will be swiftly dealt with, detained, and arrested.


Y'all niggaz can't FUCK with us
None of you can compete or match up to us and our talent.


Pass me the black velvet embassy suite killin me
Pass me the high-quality alcohol known as black velvet, as I reside in a luxurious hotel suite that symbolizes power and control.


Spell it Maxi Priest caught me in the days up on Delancy Street
I can spell out the name Maxi Priest, a famous musician, as he inspired me during my days spent on Delancy Street.


Stand solar, deadly vengeance with a crowbar
I stand firmly and powerfully, seeking revenge with a crowbar as my weapon.


It's like the dreads worshipin Jah, so ha-lo-ha
Just like the Rastafarian dreadlocks worshiping the deity Jah, I possess a powerful and spiritual presence.


Pineapple crushed 850 swerve it with a rush
I consume crushed pineapple mixed with an alcoholic drink called 850, experiencing an energetic and pleasurable rush.


Plush the Canola Range spittin off the roof, holdin my change
I ride in a luxurious Canola Range Rover, spitting rhymes confidently from the rooftop, while displaying my wealth and success.


Yo it's ragtime, universal 12 Monkey mind
This is a chaotic and fast-paced situation, resembling the music genre and the concept of the movie '12 Monkeys'.


It's like, stalkin through your airport with a chunky nine
I move with a sense of power and dominance, similar to stalking through an airport, armed with a large 9mm gun.


The undervolt Staten New York
I represent and come from the underestimated and underrated area of Staten Island, New York.


Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back, take em to court
I engage in violent and dangerous activities, while also maintaining control and defending my position, and even taking my rivals to court if necessary.


It's the burner Shaolin bound facedown you gets murdered
I am armed with a metaphorical gun, ready to defend and represent my Shaolin Clan, and anyone who opposes me will be killed.


Roadblock shell shocked, stretched on a back block
I create obstacles and psychological shock, leaving my opponents stranded and defeated in a disadvantaged area.


Yo it's warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through midair
When you enter this environment, be prepared for warfare, as bullets fly through the air, causing chaos and destruction.


Landin thugs in wheelchairs from the slugfest
Our violent encounters and battles leave our rivals paralyzed and defeated, confined to wheelchairs.


Keeps the iron, where the head rest, for the conquest
I always keep my gun close by, resting it near my head, ready to conquer any challenges or obstacles.


Subway, wordplay ricochet through your projects, crime pays
My clever wordplay and lyrics ricochet through the neighborhoods and projects, reflecting the reality that crime often brings wealth and success.


Matched up in a staircase, in a dark place embraced
We are engaged in a dangerous confrontation, trapped in a staircase within a dark and ominous location.


By the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape
I am armed with a .38 caliber gun, and I am so heavily involved in this dangerous lifestyle that escape seems impossible.


These crime situations, I stay in man formation
I am constantly involved in criminal activities, and I stay alert and ready, like a disciplined soldier.


And shot echoes through the ghetto locations y'all remain
My gunshots bounce and echo through the impoverished areas, while the people around me remain in poverty and struggle.


P.L.O., slam cats like Bam Bam, Bigolo
I am associated with the Paleolithic Liberation Organization, and I can defeat and strike down my opponents with the force and style of Bam Bam Bigelow, a famous wrestler.


Throw a flow like Nomo relate like Fidel Castro
I deliver my rapping flow with skill and precision, similar to the pitching style of Hideo Nomo, and I relate to the revolutionary leadership of Fidel Castro.


I be the great all pro, hangin MC's by they logos
I am a highly skilled and successful artist, capable of dominating and defeating other rappers, who represent themselves through their logos.


My street journal reacts and blaze like an inferno
My raw and honest rhymes capture attention and create a powerful impact, resembling a blazing inferno.




Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Written by: CLIFFORD SMITH, DENNIS DAVID COLES, ELGIN EVANDER TURNER, GARY E. GRICE, LAMONT HAWKINS, PATRICK CHARLES, ROBERT F. DIGGS

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Comments from YouTube:

Adam KoΕ‚odziejczyk

What I love about the Wu is that there are 9 members in the group and hundreds of their affiliates and when you read the comments everyone claims that each of them outshine others. Of course you have stars like Meth or Ghost but when it comes to working as a collective it's hard to pick one guy who was the best as all of 'em have their individual style

GameManDre

Facts son! πŸ’―πŸ’―πŸ’―πŸ’―

Jermaine Washington

Truly talented 😍

F M

Superfriends, each Emcee has a skill they own. A greater part of my life was typified by playing down Mastah Killa and U- God, but their proficiency is dynamite level. All in together now.

Da Georgia Og

@F M i have always liked masta killah the way he flows

Mike Sanchez

This beat is perfect for Masta Killa's flow.

Dipset Forever

Brandon Waiters ahhh summer 1997 the whole hood was bumping this masterpiece!!

Giant_pecker

Facts.

music4fun1980

That's why he goes twice lol..good ol days

Quavon Hall

No doubt !

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