Wu-Tang Clan – MTV Base London Freestyle Pt II, 1997

(Everybody come on down)

Sittin' in my class, yo

Let me get the mic, yo,yo, check, check, yo, yo






Sittin' in my class at a quarter to ten

Waitin' patiently for the class to begin

The teacher said "Students open up your text

And read the first paragraph on oral sex!"

I said "Oral sex! What kind of class is this?!"

Then the girl next to me said "what's wrong with you miss?!

Yo, this is a lesson that makes you feel fine

Kinda ease your nerves and relax your mind!"

I told her "Don't try to use no hypnostic spell!"

She said "Be my assistant, I'd sure rather tell!"

Yo, my knees buckled heart started to drop

My dick grew to a size that my nerves couldn't stop

I tried to leave, she yelled out "freeze!"

Pulled down my pants and then dropped to her knees

Ripped off my draws as if she had claws

Broke the rules that defined sex laws

She saw my dick and responded quick with a welcoming kiss

And a ice cream lick

She did the job she begin to slob

As she nibbled on my dick like it was corn on a cob

She put her head in between my legs

I said "Easy on my balls, they're fragile as eggs."

She kept sucking and then we start fucking

She said "RZArector, nigga keep trucking"

Yes, in pain she yelled out the name "Rakeem!"

And then I came






*unintelligible freestyle*



Do the knowledge to a nigga named Trigga

Bad rude boy from the lands of Jamaica

Visions to venture to the U.S

To receive the gold that he couldn't achieve in his country

Even though he sold mad weed

For the next man, who was the Don of the clan

Niggas actin' like they got my block locked

Like I can't sling drug raps and eat food

But I be the rudest... gun totin'

Shots lash out like a violent explosion

At the nigga, who tries to stop my production

Intervene the scene and slow up my Cream

None of that black, East New York, gun talk

Niggas I extort from Baltic to Boardwalk






Someones knocking at my door, someones ringing my bell

Well, who is it?

Someones knocking at my door, someones ringing the bell

Well, who is it?

Someones knocking at my door, someones ringing the bell






This rhyme has no limitation, this time there's no hesitation

Collecting minds at the door

You want it baby it's yours, the flavors raw

What the fuck you think I'm flowing for? It's rhyme and reason

Bite the bullet brothers is foul and it's duck season

We at odds till we even motherfucker

Bad asses, high times, lower classes

Taste mine, straight shots in dirty glasses

Bring it to him, room service, under pressure and mad nervous

Waving guns at the clergy

Ticallion, we ain't worried, keep them sick niggas 7-30

Picture this, watch the birdy






Someones knocking at my door

Who is it?

Someones ringing my bell

Well, its the RZA!

Someones knocking at my door

Who is it?

Someones ringing my bell

Well, its the RZA!






This here style is called sweet premium

If it was crack, I guess you fiends would beam them

Crabs don't like me, but what could they do me

Disrespect the God, yo nigga, i'll tell you truly

Rhymes are like poison, son, so watch your dosage

Me? I'm like the priest Pai Mei, the White Lotus

Style is wild, it's called the Plum Blossum

Cold grab the microphone, you play possum

Sometimes rhyming may not just be my intent

You wanna fight? You best to wear a helmet

It won't take long for me, to break your barrier

Coming out strapped just like a missile carrier

Out of the blue the Wu will fuck with you

When I gots the gun, dunn, I play the buckaroo

Walk down the block like a vigilante

Guess I can't stop 'til a hoe enchant me

Then I step to her, just to interview her

Sweat her for an hour, 'til I get to screw her

Keep a stack of condoms inside my cannister

Freak her on the floor, and on my bannister

Coming back for more, that's how we keep them

R to the H-A-E-M, yo






Girls and girls and girls and girls, girls and girls and girls and girls

Stephanie's a girl without no hair

Everytime i see her face, it makes me scared

She so big and strong, destroying all the houses

Beating down the fellas and busting out her blouses

So one night I was so damn scared

Cause she reached down in her drawers and started pulling a


So I ran out the block, my stupid street

And she was right there singing this song to me

So I took off again, started running my speed

That's when I ran into the brother Allah B

Now I was
I was kinda confused

But I had to get away there was no time to lose

Stephanie was upset, getting real mad

Walking around


I looked around she was nowhere to be seen

That's when she cold snuffed the brother, Allah B

So I ran out the block by the plaza store

And she was standing right there in the fucking door

So I took off again, but she was catching up fast

Stephanie
and started waxing my ass






Someones knocking at your door nigga

Who is it nigga?

Someones ringing the bell

Well its U-G

Someones knocking at my door, someones ringing the bell

Well, U-G








I holds down the place, no shots to your face

Elite Special force no religious style faith

The melting pot boil gun shot drama soil

Gamble when I scramble handle hot pots of oil







We're gonna bring it back selector... Mathematics


Hit 'em this one time, hit 'em this one time


Hit' em in the head with the oldschool dead, dead 'em up real dead


Word, right yo nigga, yo, come on with the... (we outta here)

*unintelligible freestyling*


This is Wu-Tang, we out right here, we out though, we out


Hold on...fuck that


We gotta rap it up, we gotta rap it up


Alright...






I'm here for you son, I gotcha back

As long as you keep it real, word, I gotcha back

Brothers want the drama but don't know how to act

Until the chrome pointed at his dome head crack...