Friction
Inspectah Deck Lyrics


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Is you ready?
Back by popular demand
Murderous specialist tactics
Wu Tang Clan no rehearsal or practice
niggas ain't ready for this
niggas ain't ready for this
niggas ain't ready for this
Chrome dips beamin' off July sun rays
Trees are fade blendin' with the side burn shades
Cotton club status clientel SL heavy jewel
niggas jail, young niggas screw well
Swingin' like Smokey on the slow beat
Shiny walker hold me, closely as I mosey on the low key
If you don't know by now, you'll never know me
You know me, I swing it to the young-ins and the OG's
Witnessed by notary public, certified rough shit
Does it feel good, how was it? Gritty like the subway tracks
My protocal permanate like graffiti on the project walls
On the AWOL, alias Jamal Duval
Roam through the universe, plans of roamin' it all
In the meantime, in between time, we shine
Dangerous minds travel on this uphill climb

If you want some, get some
This is it, son, this one
Make 'em feel the friction
Guaranteed hit, son, miss none
Flip one, you better bring your big gun

Some niggas I'd rather not spar minds with
They can't simutale my thoughts or fuck with
Creative testosterone, mic-phone calms the menopausable hormone quakage
Trapped like estrogen, we makin', all of the above
Supremely I hold my shit, when I run, I hesitate to stomp the come
Bring water from the brain, nigga, they tried to send me back, but still I
Came
Teraform mindframe contains elements of iron which began steel
Healin' men life, Allah just brought me forth to bust mine
This time I spare no one, poison sword seed technique
Breathe the Earth, take the head of those and feed 'em to the universe
Blessed with volts of electric, life threatnin' segments, it's hectic

If you want some, get some
This is it, son, this one
Make 'em feel the friction
Guaranteed hit, son, miss none
Flip one, you better bring your big gun

Poetry in motion, east to west coastin'
Overseas blowin' with lines tightly woven
Still goin' full speed, pullin' g's
Tryin' to eat 'til my mouth gets too full to feed
I excel, cast spells similar to Merlin
Mic surgeon, hang like Dr. J. Erving
Splurg inner city like uncensored version
Mergin' with the fast lane, stained with the urban
Word in the street, his work was dirt teeth
Synthetically weak, make the fans start beef
Any comeback attempts would only be in repeats
They soon fall off, be mentally lost beyond reach
My technique's heat leaves a permanent crease
Plant my 2 feet, shootin' with the quick release
Never cease fire from a Street called Desire
The sire, disturbin' the peace with see-ciphers

Who dare comes amongst and tries to peep it
The secret of the deadly art, then leak it
Snakes, leeches surround the righteous
I link the diversion shot, then slip with the swiftness
The weaver raindrop, leavin' the eye confused
Understandin' blurred, cloudy electrical storms occur
From the Masta, classical head bang slang
The deaf tone rises like the blind and dumb
Lickin' shots at the microphone, Iron Lung
We the first to set off shit, last to run
Who want some, come and get some
Motherfucker!

If you want some, get some
This is it, son, this one
Make 'em feel the friction




Guaranteed hit, son, miss none
Flip one, you better bring your big gun

Overall Meaning

"Friction" is a song by Inspectah Deck from the Wu-Tang Clan. The song has a powerful beat, with a sample from the Jackson 5's "It's Great to Be Here" and a loop of a guitar riff from Jimi Hendrix's "Burning of the Midnight Lamp." The song uses vivid imagery and metaphors to depict the struggles of inner-city life amidst the pressures of fame and fortune.


The opening lines of the song set the tone for the rest of the lyrics. The lines "Is you ready? Back by popular demand" signify that Inspectah Deck is back with a new release, and that he is confident in his ability to deliver a hit. He then goes on to state that the Wu-Tang Clan is a group of highly skilled and talented rappers who don't need to rehearse or practice. They're always ready to deliver a killer performance.


The second verse of the song discusses Inspectah Deck's experiences as a black man living in the inner-city. He describes how the "chrome dips" and "July sun rays" blend together to create a scorching heat that he can barely cope with. He also talks about the "trees" blending with the "side burn shades," which are likely a reference to the Afro hairstyles that were popular in the 90s.


The final verse of the song is a call to action. Inspectah Deck tells his listeners to step up and take what they want, but warns them that they'll need to bring their A-game if they want to compete. He emphasizes that the stakes are high and that there's no room for failure in the music industry.


Line by Line Meaning

Is you ready?
Are you prepared?


Back by popular demand
Returning due to high demand


Murderous specialist tactics
Lethal and highly skilled methods


Wu Tang Clan no rehearsal or practice
Wu Tang Clan performs without rehearsing or practicing


niggas ain't ready for this
People are not ready for this


Chrome dips beamin' off July sun rays
Chrome is shining in the July sun rays


Trees are fade blendin' with the side burn shades
Trees blend with the shades of sideburns


Cotton club status clientel SL heavy jewel
Status of a high-class establishment with wealthy customers and expensive jewelry


niggas jail, young niggas screw well
Young people in jail have become skilled at being sneaky


Swingin' like Smokey on the slow beat
Moving smoothly to the rhythm


Shiny walker hold me, closely as I mosey on the low key
A shiny gun is held closely as the person moves quietly


If you don't know by now, you'll never know me
If you don't know me by now, you never will


You know me, I swing it to the young-ins and the OG's
Young and old people know me and I perform for them


Witnessed by notary public, certified rough shit
This rough music has been authenticated by a notary public


Does it feel good, how was it? Gritty like the subway tracks
Asking about the experience, which was intense like a ride on a subway


My protocal permanate like graffiti on the project walls
My method is permanent, like graffiti on a building in a low-income neighborhood


On the AWOL, alias Jamal Duval
On the run, under the name Jamal Duval


Roam through the universe, plans of roamin' it all
Traveling through space, with ambitions to explore it all


In the meantime, in between time, we shine
In the interim, we make a big impact


Dangerous minds travel on this uphill climb
Brilliant minds are challenging themselves with difficult tasks


If you want some, get some
If you want to experience this, go for it


This is it, son, this one
This is the real deal, my friend


Make 'em feel the friction
Provoke a strong reaction


Guaranteed hit, son, miss none
Ensured success, without failure


Flip one, you better bring your big gun
You better be prepared for the consequences


Some niggas I'd rather not spar minds with
There are people who I'd prefer not to argue with


They can't simutale my thoughts or fuck with
They can't match my thought process or mess with me


Creative testosterone, mic-phone calms the menopausable hormone quakage
Using creativity to calm the chaos of hormone changes


Trapped like estrogen, we makin', all of the above
Feeling stuck, but still making everything happen


Supremely I hold my shit, when I run, I hesitate to stomp the come
I hold myself to a high standard, and don't rush the process


Bring water from the brain, nigga, they tried to send me back, but still I came
Bringing new ideas, despite being rejected before


Teraform mindframe contains elements of iron which began steel
Developing a new mindset, with a strong foundation


Healin' men life, Allah just brought me forth to bust mine
Bringing positivity and healing to others, as Allah intended


This time I spare no one, poison sword seed technique
Taking down anyone who opposes me, using a lethal technique


Breathe the Earth, take the head of those and feed 'em to the universe
Taking life from Earth, and offering it to the universe


Blessed with volts of electric, life threatnin' segments, it's hectic
Blessed with energy and risk-taking abilities, making things chaotic


Poetry in motion, east to west coastin'
Moving smoothly and beautifully, from coast to coast


Overseas blowin' with lines tightly woven
Making an impact overseas, with well-crafted lyrics


Still goin' full speed, pullin' g's
Still moving quickly, experiencing high g-forces


Tryin' to eat 'til my mouth gets too full to feed
Trying to achieve success, until it becomes overwhelming


I excel, cast spells similar to Merlin
I excel and have a magical presence, like Merlin


Mic surgeon, hang like Dr. J. Erving
Skilled at rapping, and have a high presence like Dr. J. Erving


Splurg inner city like uncensored version
Making a big impact in the city, like an unfiltered version of something


Mergin' with the fast lane, stained with the urban
Becoming part of the fast-paced city life


Word in the street, his work was dirt teeth
Rumors on the street say his work was low-quality


Synthetically weak, make the fans start beef
Presenting synthetic, weak music, which can cause arguments among fans


Any comeback attempts would only be in repeats
Any attempt to make a comeback would only be repetitive


They soon fall off, be mentally lost beyond reach
They will soon fail, and become mentally distant


My technique's heat leaves a permanent crease
My style leaves a long-lasting impact


Plant my 2 feet, shootin' with the quick release
Planting my feet and quickly shooting my shot


Never cease fire from a Street called Desire
Never stopping the passion that comes from living on the streets


The sire, disturbin' the peace with see-ciphers
Making a big impact, disturbing the peace with their rhymes


Who dare comes amongst and tries to peep it
Whoever tries to understand and observe it


The secret of the deadly art, then leak it
Revealing the secret of a lethal style


Snakes, leeches surround the righteous
The righteous are surrounded by deceitful people


I link the diversion shot, then slip with the swiftness
Creating a diversion, and quickly slipping away


The weaver raindrop, leavin' the eye confused
A complex creation, leaving the viewer confused


Understandin' blurred, cloudy electrical storms occur
Misunderstandings cause chaos


From the Masta, classical head bang slang
From the Master of classical, head-banging rhymes


The deaf tone rises like the blind and dumb
The strong sound rises, even if the originator can't see or hear


Lickin' shots at the microphone, Iron Lung
Rapping skillfully, with an Iron Lung


We the first to set off shit, last to run
Starting things and seeing them through, without running away


Who want some, come and get some
Whoever wants a challenge, come and try


Motherfucker!
Expression of anger or toughness




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Jason Hunter, Robert F. Diggs

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Corey Hendricks

One Of The Strongest RZA'S Beats Ever Made 👍

BrotherApexx

Probably my favorite track on this CD. Fire.

Slime Jones

Grand Prix is good too

Paulo Ruivo

rza in his best beats

K-Blao HOODX

This whole CD is severely slept on

oliverrando

Masta killa one of the most underrated from the wu tang

HAMID MUSIC

Back by popular demand .... Still banging in 2018 !!!

keyboardbeats

Dub-Deuces, but then again I was born in the 80’s….new shit ain’t got nothin on this or any WU-TANG…

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@H Block 2022 here 🔥

Joaquim Grenon

@H Block yea thanks ! Almost didn't listen to it this year ahah

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