Pearl Harbor
Wu-Tang Clan Lyrics


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Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology (Yeah)
Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me

Yo, you ever been face-fucked with a four-fifth?
Sweating, facial expression is stressing like 'oh shit'
That's the shit that I don't like
Non-rappin' rappers in the booth and they don't write
Fuckin' stupid ass rappers
Acting out of their character, I shoot and stab rappers
P! What it do, nigga?
I fucks with Wu-Tang and a couple of new niggas
I don't weirdo with queer clothes
I share flows, when it enter your earhole
Shit, it's a thing of pure beauty
Everything that's spittin' is written by yours truly
Nigga, when Sean write hard
Niggas do anything for it like Klondike Bars
Par, I'm the greatest of all-time
How should we forget the latest with Alzheim's?

Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology (Yeah)
Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me

Since, birth, I've been a fast learner, ask my earth
That's my mama, kept a burner in her purse
This murder in the first
Whatcha thought, that was the gift? That's the curse
I put everythang on it, that's 'The works'
I'm in it for the perks
'Cause it's not about the image, it's the thirst
And how they kill your image with a verse
A hater get it worse
I'm telling every member of your church
They gon' have to put your image on a shirt
'Til I finish my dessert, nobody eatin'
That's everybody, I mean anybody
I might leave somebody bleedin'
Or watch me catch a homi', even hit you in the lobby
Shotty pop ya like a molly, probably leave you hardly breathin'
Don't try to Blaze with Johnny even if you got an army
Dirty money in the laundry, don't ask why, I got my reasons
I puff that Bob Marley, might hit you with the Tommy
You can catch me in the party near the speaker not speakin'

Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology (Yeah)
Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me

Pass any test of litmus, provide that 24-Hour Fitness
On the weekend, I'm sipping Belvedere with that citrus
My dogs is vicious, exotic nympho bark for my mistress
Pipe is good, live every day like it is Christmas
Happy New Year—I do what the fuck I wanna do here, nigga
Splash the handcrafted Gucci from the shirt to the shoe wear
I crush the rings out, wife-beater tee with no wings out
I got stamina, I'll long-dick a bird 'til she sings out
La-la-la-la, Bobby Dig convert Lady Gaga
Back to heterosexual, I'm classic like Impala
Plus, I'm federal, when it comes to making dollars
Like Jiggaman, nigga, if you hear me, fuckin' holla
Power rings like the Green Lantern, last seen in a mean Phantom
In the valley of Ohio, outside the town of Canton
Or the grotty body projects in the Killa Hills of Staten
Saw a redbone in my shower just looking like Paula Patton

Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology (Yeah)
Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me

Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology
Shoot your old lady in her privacy
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me





Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Wu-Tang Clan's "Pearl Harbor" portray a gritty and intense narrative that touches on themes of violence, power, and dominance. The first verse dives into the world of criminality, painting a picture of a group of individuals who excel in their criminal endeavors. The reference to "Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel" suggests a group of armed individuals ready for any confrontations. The use of metaphors like "degrees in gynecology" and "shoot your old lady in her privacy" portrays a sense of ruthlessness and disregard for others' lives.


The second verse continues with a strong expression of distaste for non-genuine rappers who lack the skill and authenticity required in the hip-hop industry. The lyrics assert the artists' own talent and dedication to their craft, highlighting the beauty and skill in their writing. The verse also mentions the prevalence of violence within the rap scene, with lines like "I shoot and stab rappers" emphasizing a no-nonsense attitude towards those who lack the necessary respect or talent.


The third paragraph delves into the artist's personal experiences and upbringing, sharing the impact of a challenging environment on their development. The lyrics suggest that the artist has had to adopt a mindset of survival since birth, constantly navigating through a world filled with violence and crime. The lines "I put everything on it, that's 'The works'" express a sense of commitment and determination to excel in spite of the difficulties faced. The mention of hitting or killing someone and the disregard for consequences highlight a darker aspect of their life and mindset.


In the final verse, the lyrics touch on a variety of subjects, including both personal and cultural references. The lines "Pass any test of litmus" may refer to the artist's ability to withstand scrutiny and judgment. References to brands like Gucci and Impala suggest a luxurious lifestyle but imply a superiority rooted in their skills and success. The lyrics also mention specific locations like Canton and Staten Island, adding a sense of geographical authenticity and grounding the storytelling. The reference to a red bone in the shower looking like Paula Patton offers a more suggestive and erotic tone to the lyrics.


Overall, "Pearl Harbor" portrays a world filled with violence, manipulation, and disregard for others' lives. It highlights the ruthlessness required to navigate such an environment and celebrates the artists' own talent and authenticity in comparison to others who lack the necessary skills. The lyrics provide insight into the mindset and experiences of the Wu-Tang Clan, offering a glimpse into their world.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Clifford M Smith, Dennis D Coles, Gary Foote, John Fitzgerald Ginty, Robert F. Diggs, Ronald Maurice Bean, Sean Price

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