Wu-Tang Clan - Bring da Ruckus (Live in San Bernadino, CA) [2019 - Remaster] (Live in San Bernadino, CA / 2019 - Remaster)

"Shaolin shadowboxing and the Wu-Tang sword style If what you say is true, The Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me?" "En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style" Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Ghostface, catch the blast of a hype verse My Glock burst, leave in a hearse, I did worse I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk Your head rush, fly like Egyptian musk Aw shit, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks, an' However, I master the trick just like Nixon Causin' terror, quick damage your whole era Hard rocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot P.L.O. style, hazardous 'Cause I wreck this, dangerous I blow sparks like Waco, Texas I watch my back like I'm locked down Hardcore-hittin' sound Watch me act bugged and tear down Illiterate-type asshole Songs goin' gold, no doubt And you watch a corny nigga fold Yeah, they fake and all that, carryin' gats But yo, my Clan rollin' like forty macks Now you act convinced, I guess it makes sense Wu-Tang, yo, soo represent I wait for one to act up, now I got him backed up Gun to his neck now, react what? And that's one in the chamber, Wu-Tang banger 36 styles of danger Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da mother, bring da, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus So bring it on I rip it, hardcore like porno-flick bitches I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin' Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin' Bust this, I'm kickin' like 'Seagal: Out for Justice' The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue Murder One, my style shocks your knot like a stun gun I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown By this nasty ass nigga with my nigga, the RZA Charged like a bull and got pulled like a trigga So bad, stabbin' up the pad with the vocab, crab I scream on your ass like your dad, bring it on Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Yo, I'm more rugged than slave man boots New recruits, I'm fuckin' up MC troops I break loose, and trample shit, while I stomp A mudhole in that ass 'cause I'm straight out the swamp Creepin' up on site, now it's Fright Night My Wu-Tang slang is mad fuckin' dangerous And more deadly than the stroke of an axe Choppin' through your back (Swish) Givin' bystanders heart attacks Niggas try to flip, tell me, who is him? I blow up his fuckin' prism, make it a vicious act of terrorism You wanna bring it, so fuck it Come on and bring the ruckus And I provoke niggas to kick buckets I'm wettin' cream, I ain't wettin' fame Who sellin' 'caine? I'm givin' out a deadly game It's not the Russian, it's the Wu-Tang crushin' roulette Slip up and get fucked like Suzette Bring da fuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus "En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style" So, bring it on So, bring it on So, bring it on So, bring it on So, bring it on So, bring it on So, bring it on, nigga