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Wu-Tang Clan Lyrics


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Machine gun rap for all my niggas in the back
Stadium packed, linebacker nigga, flash stacks
See through yellow lines
Rock a fly jersey in the summertime God
Magic marker rap, bleed Benetton
Relaxed, wrote this, comin at you crab ass culprits
Snatch ya ice off, chillin in the back, throw the lights off
Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow motion
Thick snare, I'm feelin like a snail in the ocean
What's your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris?
Melodic single darts, snap a nigga just like fish
You fucked up, some rich niggas you done test
Yo, select the wrong department, and niggas pulled up your dress
Style, molest that
Canal chain, nigga where ya vest at
Flex'll make me wanna bless that
Yo, Saddam Hussain niggas
Light the torch, we flamin niggas
Autograph that, flatten all the main niggas

(It's Yours!)
The world in the palm of your hand
(It's Yours!)
Twenty-three million of useful land
(It's Yours!)
The seed and the black woman
(It's Yours!)
Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan
(It's Yours!)

Yo, super freak physique, like Raphael Saadiq
Baby love the ganja leaf, everyday of the week
Super friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beats
The night is right, I might find me a suite
It's a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon
Well groomed, dance hall
Packed, full bloom
Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom
Keep in stride, smoke the lye smoke the boom
Feel the fumes, consume toxic tunes
Hell bound, species forty ounce typhoon
The ultra-violet scream machine move your body touch
The totem pole wobble, Ark builders God rush
Beams of light, stop ya breathin, it's huntin season
Honey eye-ballin down for no reason
Grab her close, play post, wind and wax floors
Never mind the laws, cause tonight
(All) It's Your's

Stop the fader of the RAM, blast more watts through my pre-amp
Them can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blammed
At full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle
Crack your soul like bottles, leave you stiff as models
You fag, you couldn't pull one drag...off my blunt
You couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag
With scissors in your hands..bitch, the RZA
I stand close to walls, like number four, The Lizard
And channel through so-lar panels, blast off like Roman Candles
Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Wahoo McDaniel
You cocker spaniel dogs, can't fuck with our catalog
Put your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog

It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you
The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues
Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit
Explicit, I crystallize ya rhyme til you can sniff it
We live this, fitted hats low conceal the crooked eye
No surprise, verbal stick up, put em high
Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw
Blow the door off this shit like bricks of C-4

(It's Yours!)
The world in the palm of your hand
(It's Yours!)
Twenty-three million of useful land
(It's Yours!)
The seed and the black woman
(It's Yours!)
Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan
(It's Yours!)

Check out my beaver, baby blue Glock in the safe
Seen Dorothy in the garden, gettin ski'd, row eight
We hold a belt Son, that's my word
Spot a rapper run him down, throw him out in the third
Yo check it
I think like the man behind a register
Evergreen smokin estates, Divine and Power made me treasurer
With third down, six to go flash his strobe lights
I'm open RZA hit me off lovely and I love him
With root beer thoughts, here's a tennis court
For your birthday, the babyface of rap politic with Sade
Avenging eagle crooks, rock the "W" and "Spiegel" books
Annheiser Busch kings came through, and stopped your whole jooks
Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes
Painful, like hearin the news, like when your man go
Ends blow, windy at times watch the room sheisty girl
Love to sit out this song, now watch your water break

(It's Yours!)
The world in the palm of your hand
(It's Yours!)
Twenty-three million of useful land
(It's Yours!)
The seed and the black woman
(It's Yours!)




Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan
(It's Yours!)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Wu-Tang Clan's "It's Yourz" depict the group members boasting about their lyrical prowess and their success in the music industry. The opening lines express the group's desire to provide "machine gun rap" for their fans, with "stadium packed" shows and "flash stacks" of money. They use metaphorical language to describe their skill, calling it "magic marker rap" that can "bleed Benetton," referring to the high-end clothing brand.


The lyrics also touch on themes of power and ownership, as the chorus repeats "It's Yours!" to assert control over various aspects of life, such as the world, land, and black women. The verses contain a mix of introspective musings and braggadocious claims, with imagery ranging from the moon's phases to a totem pole wobbling to a baby blue Glock in a safe.


Overall, the lyrics of "It's Yourz" showcase Wu-Tang Clan's trademark style of gritty, street-influenced rhymes mixed with imaginative wordplay and cultural references.


Line by Line Meaning

Machine gun rap for all my niggas in the back
Intense and rapid rap flow for all my friends in the background


Stadium packed, linebacker nigga, flash stacks
The stadium is full, like a football player, showing off stacks of money


See through yellow lines
Able to see through the boundaries and limitations


Rock a fly jersey in the summertime God
Wear a stylish jersey in the summer, like a deity


Magic marker rap, bleed Benetton
Using vivid and captivating rap lyrics, with diverse influences


Relaxed, wrote this, comin at you crab ass culprits
Wrote this song calmly, targeting those who cause trouble


Snatch ya ice off, chillin in the back, throw the lights off
Stealing your valuable jewelry, relaxing in the background, turning off the lights


Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow motion
Smooth and fluid flow of rhymes, like waves blending in water


Thick snare, I'm feelin like a snail in the ocean
Strong and deep drum sound, feeling slow and calm like a snail in the sea


What's your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris?
What do you desire? Want to have wealth and success like Kris Kringle (Santa Claus)?


Melodic single darts, snap a nigga just like fish
Smooth and catchy rap lines, quickly defeating opponents


You fucked up, some rich niggas you done test
You made a mistake by challenging wealthy individuals


Yo, select the wrong department, and niggas pulled up your dress
Choose the wrong path, and others will expose your vulnerabilities


Style, molest that
Take control and dominate with your unique style


Canal chain, nigga where ya vest at
Gold chain around your neck, where is your protective vest?


Flex'll make me wanna bless that
Impressive skills make me want to acknowledge and praise them


Yo, Saddam Hussain niggas
Referencing powerful and authoritative individuals like Saddam Hussein


Light the torch, we flamin niggas
Ignite the flame, we are dominating and overpowering


Autograph that, flatten all the main niggas
Leave your mark, defeating and overshadowing the top contenders


(It's Yours!)
You have ownership and control over it


The world in the palm of your hand
You have control and influence over the world


Twenty-three million of useful land
A vast amount of valuable resources and territory


The seed and the black woman
Acknowledging the significance and power of black women


Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan
A double album release from the Wu-Tang Clan


Yo, super freak physique, like Raphael Saadiq
An exceptionally attractive and unique body, like Raphael Saadiq


Baby love the ganja leaf, everyday of the week
The baby loves smoking marijuana every day of the week


Super friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beats
Close friends come together and create high-quality music


The night is right, I might find me a suite
The night is perfect, I might find a luxurious hotel room


It's a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon
With a partially illuminated moon, I ride alongside my lover


Well groomed, dance hall
Looking presentable and stylish, in a venue for dancing


Packed, full bloom
Crowded and lively


Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom
Lady, watch and admire my smooth movements and speed


Keep in stride, smoke the lye smoke the boom
Maintain a steady pace, smoke marijuana and create explosive music


Feel the fumes, consume toxic tunes
Experience the effects, listen to powerful and captivating music


Hell bound, species forty ounce typhoon
On a destructive path, fueled by a potent alcohol drink


The ultra-violet scream machine move your body touch
The intense and vibrant music forces you to move and dance


The totem pole wobble, Ark builders God rush
The hierarchy shakes, those who build significant structures take on the role of God


Beams of light, stop ya breathin, it's huntin season
Intense focus and attention, taking one's breath away, hunting for success


Honey eye-ballin down for no reason
Attracting attention and desire from others without any specific reason


Grab her close, play post, wind and wax floors
Get close to her, engage in flirtatious activities, and have a good time


Never mind the laws, cause tonight (All) It's Your's
Ignore the rules and regulations, because tonight everything is in your control


Stop the fader of the RAM, blast more watts through my pre-amp
Pause the music temporarily, increase the volume of my pre-amplifier


Them can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blammed
Others cannot handle the intensity of the beat, they will be overwhelmed


At full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle
With maximum power and speed, bullets fly out of my gun


Crack your soul like bottles, leave you stiff as models
Shatter your spirit like breaking bottles, leaving you paralyzed


You fag, you couldn't pull one drag...off my blunt
Insult to someone who is weak, unable to handle smoking a blunt


You couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag
You lack any strength or fighting ability


With scissors in your hands..bitch, the RZA
Even if you had scissors, you wouldn't stand a chance against me, the RZA


I stand close to walls, like number four, The Lizard
I stand cautiously close to walls, like the number four represents the shape of a lizard


And channel through so-lar panels, blast off like Roman Candles
Harness energy through solar panels, and launch with explosive force like fireworks


Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Wahoo McDaniel
Destructive and influential rappers, crushing and dominating opponents like Wahoo McDaniel (a professional wrestler)


You cocker spaniel dogs, can't fuck with our catalog
Inferior and insignificant individuals cannot compete with our discography


Put your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog
Knock you unconscious and leave your mind confused and disoriented


It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you
Providing straightforward and undeniable truths


The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues
The forceful impact will push trees backwards and damage statues


Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit
Even highly successful rap groups fail, examine the controversial and impressive content


Explicit, I crystallize ya rhyme til you can sniff it
I make your rhymes clear and sharp, until you can fully comprehend them


We live this, fitted hats low conceal the crooked eye
We embody and experience this lifestyle, wearing hats low to hide our suspicious gaze


No surprise, verbal stick up, put em high
No shock, verbally robbing and dominating, making others submit


Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw
I am a rebel, an outlaw, ready to react immediately


Blow the door off this shit like bricks of C-4
Destroy and overpower this situation, like explosive bricks of C-4


Check out my beaver, baby blue Glock in the safe
Observe my prized possession, a baby blue gun locked away in a safe


Seen Dorothy in the garden, gettin ski'd, row eight
Witnessed Dorothy in the garden, skiing and having fun, in the eighth row


We hold a belt Son, that's my word
We possess a championship belt, that's my guarantee


Spot a rapper run him down, throw him out in the third
Identify a weak rapper, chase him and defeat him, throwing him out in the third round


I think like the man behind a register
I have a mindset similar to a cashier


Evergreen smokin estates, Divine and Power made me treasurer
Constantly smoking marijuana in luxurious properties, Divine and Power appointed me as the treasurer


With third down, six to go flash his strobe lights
In a challenging position, needing to advance six more units to succeed, flashing his bright lights


I'm open RZA hit me off lovely and I love him
I am available and ready, RZA provides me with great support and I appreciate him


With root beer thoughts, here's a tennis court
Having nostalgic and comforting thoughts, offering a recreational tennis court


For your birthday, the babyface of rap politic with Sade
As a birthday gift, the smooth and youthful representation of rap collaborating with Sade


Avenging eagle crooks, rock the 'W' and 'Spiegel' books
Seeking revenge, ruthless individuals wear the 'Wu-Tang' and 'Spiegel' emblems


Annheiser Busch kings came through, and stopped your whole jooks
Powerful and dominant individuals like Annheiser Busch (a beer brand) disrupted and ruined your plans


Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes
Expressive and passionate rappers wearing Kangol hats, observing Tony (a leader) instructing a large group of women


Painful, like hearin the news, like when your man go
Agonizing, similar to receiving distressing news, like losing someone close to you


Ends blow, windy at times watch the room sheisty girl
Financial resources disappear, unreliable and shady individuals in the room


Love to sit out this song, now watch your water break
Enjoying the music while witnessing someone's intense emotional reaction or breakthrough




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Written by: Corey Woods, Dennis David Coles, Jason Hunter, Juergen S. Koduletsch, Lamont Hawkins, Mats Bjoerklyn, Robert F. Diggs, Thoris Baldursson

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@Anthonydu01630

Every songs is a feeling man, thats why we listen to music, because music create emotions. It's not only lyrics and melody, it's a vibe, a frequency ... You can have the best lyrics in the world but if theres no energy and harmony in it most people wont like it. Music must be a reflection of you and your emotional state, it must come from your heart.

You know im french and sometimes i dont understand everything US rappers says, but i know when its real and when its not ... When i hear Numb or savage mode from 21savage i can feel his pain, his anger, his sadness and his frustration to have been a poor ghetto kid, to have made the wrong decision, to have become a gangster, to have lost many friends, almost lost his life and to be addicted to pain killers.
Same when i hear Pain from tupac, codeine crazy from future, my life from Lil wayne and game or lord give me a sign from DMX.

Then when i hear songs like streets is watching, Black gangster, people's court, i shot ya or jigga my nigga from JAYZ i know he really lived that life, i know he was a real drug dealer/gangster ... The lyrics, the energy, the tons, the flow .. It's really like he's telling you his story.

Same with Drake when i hear songs like Marvin's room, aston martin music or find your love i know he talk about a real girl and in songs like im on one, pound cake or over i know he meant everything he said .. Drake is 100%invested in his music, he is so confident he literaly spoke things into existence in im on one he said " And what's up with these new niggas ? And why they think it all comes so easy .. But get it while you here boy, cause all the hype dont feel the same next year boy, Yeahh, and i'll be right here in my spot, with a little more cash than i already got, trippin off you cause you had your shot, with my skin tanned and my hair long and my fan who been so patient, me and forty back to work but we still smell like a vacation, hate the rumors hate your bullshit hate these fucking allegations, im just feeling like the throne is for the taking .. Watch me take it !" ...
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@imagameriguessb5997

In the sweltering summer of '96, I found myself wandering the streets of Paris, a wide-eyed teenager with dreams as big as the Eiffel Tower. Fate had a twisted sense of humor that day when I stumbled upon a chance encounter with none other than the legendary Wu-Tang Clan.

Lost in the labyrinth of cobblestone alleys, I heard the unmistakable basslines echoing from a hidden courtyard. Curiosity piqued, I followed the sound and found myself in the midst of a impromptu Wu-Tang cipher. Method Man's gravelly voice cut through the thick Parisian air as RZA worked his magic on the decks.

Mesmerized by the spectacle, I couldn't resist jumping in and spitting a few bars of my own. To my surprise, the Clan welcomed me with open arms, impressed by my raw talent. For a brief moment, I felt like I belonged among hip-hop royalty.

But fate had other plans. As the sun dipped below the horizon, darkness descended upon the City of Lights. Caught up in the euphoria of the moment, I let my guard down, only to be blindsided by a group of street thugs. They robbed me of everything I had, leaving me penniless and alone on the unforgiving streets of Paris.

With nowhere to turn, I roamed the city like a ghost, searching for scraps to survive. Nights turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months as I battled the demons of despair. But through it all, the memory of that fateful encounter with the Wu-Tang Clan burned bright, a flickering beacon of hope in the darkness.

And so, with nothing but the clothes on my back and the fire in my soul, I vowed to rise from the ashes like a phoenix, fueled by the music that had once saved me. For even in the darkest of times, the Wu-Tang Clan's legacy of resilience and strength endured, a testament to the power of the human spirit to overcome adversity and triumph against all odds.



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@youtubename1485

Respect to all the people who listen old school music. You the real MVP

@LilacZ373

Dunnowhoiam thx, I never was a fan of trap music. TOO generic and it all sounds the same. It's nice to go back to when hip hop had a meaning...

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Its alright it something new to me and this is fire

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@danftwgg5999

My story:
First mumble rap
Then eminem and some lyrical new school
Third moved to 2pac
And now i listen to 80's 90's and some cool song from 2000 to 2019

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@nonye1251

This is what I love about hip hop back in the day. The storytelling. By the end of the song u feel like you got a glimpse of their life.

@jay2dab677

It's a shame music like this isn't still being made.

@charlielayton6500

Jay 2DaB it is though listen to some To Pimp a Butterfly, Redemption or 4 Your Eyez Only

@jorgeisaacdoblesmata9137

Word!, today's rappers just rapping trash...bragging about shit.

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