Wu‐Tang: 7th Chamber
Wu‐Tang Clan Lyrics


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Take that motherfucker
Good morning Vietnam!
Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin' notty-headed niggas
Word to the camouflage large niggas
Bitch niggas fuckin' my body
Bring that fuckin' meth in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna drink some good night train
And yo, set it off

Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit that lock shit down
As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore
But giving you more and more, like ding!
Nah shorty, get you open like six packs
Killer bees attack, flippin' what, murder one, phat tracks
Aight? I kick it like a night flite!
Word life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite!
Check the method from bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed
Just like rockin' what? twin glocks!
Shake the ground while my beats just break you down
Raw sound, we going to war right now

So, yo, bombin'
We usually take all niggas garments
Save ya breath before I bomb it

I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the wu-tang sword
So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine?
Hey, yo, Rza! hit me with that shit one time!
And pull a foul, niggas save the beef on the cow
I'm milkin' this ho, this is my show, tical
The fuck you want to do? more than spike lee's do
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
Plo style, buddha monks with the owls
So who's the fucking man? meth-tical
On the chess box

Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has
The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of shabazz
Murderous material, made by a madman
It's the mic wrecker, inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic
Representing with the skill that's iller
Dare to compare, get pierced just like an ear
The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly hardware
Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison
Charged by the system, for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode
Bound to catch another fuckin' charge when I explode

Slammin' a hype-ass verse til ya head burst
I ram shack dead in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin, fastin', quick to blast and hard rock
I ran up in spots like fort knox!
I'm hot, top notch, ghost thinks with logic
Flashback's how I attacked your whole project
I'm raw, I'm rugged and raw! I repeat, if I die
My seed'll be ill like me
Approachin' me, you out of respect, chops ya neck
I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass lex'
So clear the way, make way, yo! open the cage
Peace, I'm out, jettin' like a runaway slave

Yo
Ya gettin' stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
While the meth got me open like fallopian tubes
I bring death to a snake when he least expect
Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, protect ya neck
Ruler zig zag, zig-allah jam is fatal
Quick to stick my wu-tang sword right through ya navel
Suspenseful, plus bein' bought through my utensil
The pencil, I break strong winds up against your
Abbot, that run up through your county like the maverick
Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics

Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior? killer? slicin' shit like a samurai
The ol' dirty bastard vundabah
Ol' dirty clan of terrorists
Comin' atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that piss!
Niggas be gettin' on my fuckin' nerves
Rhymes they be kickin' make me want to kick they fuckin' ass to the curb
I got funky fresh, like the old specialist
A carrier, messenger, bury ya
This experience is for the whole experience
Let it be applied, and then drop that science

My my my
My clan is thick like plaster
Bust ya, slash ya
Slit a nigga back like a dutch master killer
Style jumped off and killa, hill-er
I was the thriller in the ali-frazier manilla
I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a cinder block
Blaow! now it's all over




Niggas seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
Orange stars and green clovers

Overall Meaning

"Take that motherfucker" - The song opens with this line, which sets the aggressive and confrontational tone for the entire track.


"Good morning Vietnam!" - The first part of the song's hook, this is a famous catchphrase from the 1987 movie of the same name which starred the late Robin Williams.


"Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked" - These opening lines from Method Man's verse references his iconic Champion hoodie and sneakers, which became emblematic of Wu-Tang's style.


"Slammin' a hype-ass verse til ya head burst" - This line from Inspectah Deck's verse is widely regarded as one of the most memorable lyrics from the track.


"Protect ya neck" - This phrase, which is repeated throughout the song, became a sort of rallying cry for Wu-Tang fans and coined the name of their debut album.


"Ol' dirty bastard, vundabah" - This unusual phrase is a reference to ODB, whose off-kilter delivery and bizarre antics were a defining feature of the group's early years.


"The clan is thick like plaster, bust ya, slash ya" - These lines from Ghostface Killah's verse paint a vivid picture of the group's violent, rugged style.


"I got funky fresh, like the old specialist" - This line from RZA's verse references his early days as a DJ known as Prince Rakeem.


"Yellow moons, orange stars, and green clovers" - This playful line from the song's outro references the catchphrase from Lucky Charms cereal commercials.


The song's beat, which was produced by RZA, features a sample from the 1977 funk track "Sing a Simple Song" by Sly and the Family Stone.


"Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber" is widely regarded as one of Wu-Tang Clan's signature songs and helped establish their gritty, no-nonsense style.


The track features verses from several of the group's most prominent members, including RZA, Method Man, Ghostface Killah, and Inspectah Deck.


The song's music video, which features the group performing in a run-down apartment, received heavy rotation on MTV during the mid-1990s.


"Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber" appeared on the group's groundbreaking debut album "Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)," which is now considered a classic of the hip-hop genre.


The song's lyrics, which are filled with references to martial arts and street culture, helped establish Wu-Tang Clan as one of the most influential hip-hop groups of all time.


The song's title refers to the idea of the "7th chamber," which in Wu-Tang mythology represents the final stage of a warrior's training.


The chords for "Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber" are not known, as the song is predominantly built around a hip-hop beat and sampled instrumentation.


Line by Line Meaning

Take that motherfucker
I am going to assert my dominance and defeat this person


Good morning Vietnam!
Greetings to all, especially those who are not mainstream or conform to societal norms


Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin' notty-headed niggas
I extend my greetings to those who have unique and unconventional hairstyles


Word to the camouflage large niggas
I acknowledge and respect those who have a strong presence and blend into their surroundings


Bitch niggas fuckin' my body
I am frustrated with people who disrespect me and take advantage of me


Bring that fuckin' meth in here
Bring in the powerful and intense energy that represents the Wu-Tang Clan


Yo yo yo yo
Attention! Pay close attention!


Now we gonna drink some good night train
We are going to indulge in the intoxicating experience and embrace the darkness


And yo, set it off
Let's begin and ignite the energy


Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked
I wear the best and most powerful attire, and I will defeat and overpower my opponents


Then attack you like a pit that lock shit down
I will aggressively and decisively take control and dominate the situation


As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore
I bring a unique and intense style to the music, embodying the essence of hip-hop


But giving you more and more, like ding!
I continuously provide you with elevated levels of skill and content


Nah shorty, get you open like six packs
I will captivate and mesmerize you, leaving you filled with excitement like consuming multiple six-packs of beverages


Killer bees attack, flippin' what, murder one, phat tracks
The Wu-Tang Clan strikes aggressively, delivering deadly and outstanding music


Aight? I kick it like a night flite!
Alright? I display my skills and talents with the strength and intensity of a night flight


Word life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite!
I assure you, I will defeat you with determination and hostility


Check the method from bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed
Observe and analyze my approach and style, as I mesmerize and captivate you


Just like rockin' what? twin glocks!
Similar to the feeling of dual firearms being fired simultaneously


Shake the ground while my beats just break you down
The power and impact of my music is so intense that it will break you down and dominate your senses


Raw sound, we going to war right now
My unfiltered and intense sound represents a declaration of war and conflict


So, yo, bombin'
Alright, we are unleashing intense and explosive energy


We usually take all niggas garments
We often strip away the superficial layers and reveal the true essence of individuals


Save ya breath before I bomb it
Don't waste your energy speaking, because I am about to deliver a powerful blow


I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward
I am the mentally deranged individual from the psychiatric institution


I'm on the trigger, plus I got the wu-tang sword
I have control and power, both metaphorically and literally


So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine?
How do you believe that you can compete or challenge what I have?


Hey, yo, Rza! hit me with that shit one time!
Rza, please provide me with the intense and powerful musical production


And pull a foul, niggas save the beef on the cow
Engaging in conflict would be unwise, as it would only lead to negative consequences


I'm milkin' this ho, this is my show, tical
I am taking full advantage of this situation and asserting my dominance


The fuck you want to do? more than spike lee's do
What do you expect to achieve? I am even more influential and impactful than Spike Lee


I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
I am comparable to a highly focused and energized sniper, fueled by the power of ginseng root


Plo style, buddha monks with the owls
My style is mysterious and wise, influenced by Buddhist monks and nocturnal creatures


So who's the fucking man? meth-tical
I am the ultimate and dominant figure, displaying both charisma and intelligence


On the chess box
I am strategically positioned on the chessboard, ready to make calculated moves


Yo, yeah, yo
Hey, pay attention!


I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has
My lyrical abilities metaphorically leave the microphone defeated and overwhelmed


The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of shabazz
I possess the power to confuse and disorient you, much like the Tribe of Shabazz


Murderous material, made by a madman
My music is deadly and intense, created by a mentally unstable individual


It's the mic wrecker, inspector, bad man
I am the destructive force on the microphone, the one who inspects and judges, the dangerous figure


From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic
I come from a dangerous and deadly environment, and I am a passionate follower of rap


Representing with the skill that's iller
I proudly showcase my exceptional and impressive abilities


Dare to compare, get pierced just like an ear
If you have the audacity to challenge me, you will face consequences similar to the pain of an ear piercing


The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly hardware
My style is fierce and aggressive, embodying toughness and strength


Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison
I am well-prepared and equipped, having just escaped from a metaphorical prison of limitations


Charged by the system, for murdering the rhythm!
I have been accused and targeted by the mainstream music industry for my unconventional and powerful style of music


Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode
Prepare yourself for another intense and impactful event


Bound to catch another fuckin' charge when I explode
I am likely to face consequences and negative attention when I unleash my explosive energy


Slammin' a hype-ass verse til ya head burst
I deliver an incredibly energetic and intense verse that will leave you overwhelmed and stunned


I ram shack dead in the track, and that's that
I forcefully and aggressively dominate the music track, leaving no room for debate or discussion


Rap assassin, fastin', quick to blast and hard rock
I am a skilled and ruthless rapper, ready to attack and deliver powerful blows, impacting the genre


I ran up in spots like fort knox!
I forcefully and fearlessly entered establishments, leaving no place impenetrable or secure


I'm hot, top notch, ghost thinks with logic
I am at the peak of my game, superior and intelligent in my thinking like a ghost


Flashback's how I attacked your whole project
I remind you of my past success and how I dominated your entire project


I'm raw, I'm rugged and raw! I repeat, if I die
I am unfiltered, gritty, and unapologetic! I emphasize, even in death


My seed'll be ill like me
Even after my demise, my legacy and successors will carry on with the same intensity and impact


Approachin' me, you out of respect, chops ya neck
When you come near me, it should be out of admiration and reverence, or else face severe consequences


I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass lex'
I become angry and agitated, similar to the feeling of crashing a luxurious and expensive Lexus


So clear the way, make way, yo! open the cage
Everybody, move aside, create space! Allow me to unleash my power and energy


Peace, I'm out, jettin' like a runaway slave
I am departing peacefully, fleeing quickly like a slave seeking freedom


Ya gettin' stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
I am forcefully removing your clothing, and you should surrender your valuable possessions


While the meth got me open like fallopian tubes
Under the influence of meth, I am extremely receptive, like the open fallopian tubes in the female reproductive system


I bring death to a snake when he least expect
I deliver destruction and defeat to my enemies when they least anticipate it, just like a snake


Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, protect ya neck
Nothing has altered, my power and dominance remains, and you should guard yourself from harm


Ruler zig zag, zig-allah jam is fatal
As a ruler with a zig-zag pattern, my powerful and unpredictable flow is deadly and dangerous


Quick to stick my wu-tang sword right through ya navel
I swiftly and decisively pierce and damage your core, comparable to a sword from the Wu-Tang Clan


Suspenseful, plus bein' bought through my utensil
My actions and presence create a sense of anticipation and excitement, as if being influenced by my tool or weapon


The pencil, I break strong winds up against your
With my lyrical pencil, I shatter and overcome any resistance or opposition you may present


Abbot, that run up through your county like the maverick
As the Abbot, I swiftly move through your territory, similar to the unpredictable and independent nature of a maverick


Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics
I deliver my powerful words and actions, ensuring they leave a lasting impact and shape the fabric of society


Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you ready or prepared?


Are you a warrior? killer? slicin' shit like a samurai
Do you possess the qualities of a warrior or a killer? Are you skilled in slashing and defeating opponents like a samurai?


The ol' dirty bastard vundabah
I am the eccentric and unorthodox Ol' Dirty Bastard, causing excitement and chaos


Ol' dirty clan of terrorists
I am part of a group of unconventional and disruptive individuals, similar to a clan of terrorists


Comin' atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that piss!
I am aggressively approaching and attacking you, similar to a powerful sorceress, delivering potent and destructive blows


Niggas be gettin' on my fuckin' nerves
Individuals are irritating and bothering me


Rhymes they be kickin' make me want to kick they fuckin' ass to the curb
Their lyrics and delivery make me want to physically confront and defeat them


I got funky fresh, like the old specialist
I possess a unique and original style, reminiscent of the skilled veterans of the past


A carrier, messenger, bury ya
I am the one who delivers messages and carries out actions, often leading to your defeat or demise


This experience is for the whole experience
The entirety of this encounter is meant to be impactful and meaningful


Let it be applied, and then drop that science
Take this knowledge and information, and then impart it and educate others


My my my
Emphasizing the intensity and impact of the following statement


My clan is thick like plaster
My group is tightly knit and unified, comparable to the strength and durability of plaster


Bust ya, slash ya
I will physically attack and defeat you


Slit a nigga back like a dutch master killer
I will harm and cut someone deeply, similar to the precision of a skilled killer with a cigar brand called Dutch Master


Style jumped off and killa, hill-er
My unique and influential style emerged and became widespread, establishing me as a dominant figure


I was the thriller in the ali-frazier manilla
I provided the thrilling and intense experience in the famous boxing match between Muhammad Ali and Joe Frazier in Manila


I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock
I delivered impressive and impactful songs that blend together seamlessly


Like getting smashed by a cinder block
Similar to the powerful impact and destruction caused by a heavy cinder block


Blaow! now it's all over
With a powerful impact, the situation reaches its conclusion


Niggas seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
Individuals are experiencing hallucinations and seeing colorful symbols associated with sweetness and happiness


Orange stars and green clovers
They also see symbols representing good luck and prosperity




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Written by: CLIFFORD SMITH, COREY WOODS, DENNIS DAVID COLES, GARY E. GRICE, JASON HUNTER, LAMONT HAWKINS, ROBERT F. DIGGS, RUSSELL T. JONES

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@emilioortega8881

The beginning of this track always cracks me up.

-Ghostface - "the nigga layin there like a fuckin newborn fuckin baby god"
-Dude #1 - "Is he dead?"
-Ghostface Face - "Is he fucking dead? Wtf you mean is he fucking dead god?"
-Inspectah Deck - "The fuck you think?!"
-Ghostface - "the nigga layin there with all types of fuckin blood"
-Dude #2 "Is he is he is he dead?"

This is one of the reasons why I loved the Wu. They always gave you a little glimpse of what it was like to be in their circle.

I wonder if Raekwon ever got his killer tape back



All comments from YouTube:

@emilioortega8881

The beginning of this track always cracks me up.

-Ghostface - "the nigga layin there like a fuckin newborn fuckin baby god"
-Dude #1 - "Is he dead?"
-Ghostface Face - "Is he fucking dead? Wtf you mean is he fucking dead god?"
-Inspectah Deck - "The fuck you think?!"
-Ghostface - "the nigga layin there with all types of fuckin blood"
-Dude #2 "Is he is he is he dead?"

This is one of the reasons why I loved the Wu. They always gave you a little glimpse of what it was like to be in their circle.

I wonder if Raekwon ever got his killer tape back

@TonyTarantula

Naaah that tape's still missing

@ruckusxz

It’s meth asking if he’s dead btw

@emilioortega8881

@@ruckusxz had a feeling but wasn't sure. Thanks for clarifying 👐

@indigoGoddess7

Lol I always laugh whenever I hear it because it reminds me of those: “too high to function” conversations 🍀🤣🤣🤣

@thutch559

😂​@@TonyTarantula

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@nopenope1499

That killla tape must have been fire 🔥🔥🔥

@Goatchild90

They all killed it, all amazing verses

@SolStone

You will never enter the hidden chamber of the eighth, the shadow, the cypher.

@alekzander23pereyra

Peace god

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