Intro (Shaolin Finger Jab) / Chamber Music [feat. Junior Reid]

I must tell you that the Clan is a danger to the public But still for many men just to hear of the name Fills them with hate and loathing But why? They've never harmed anyone I'm afraid they did In the past there's something that they would like to forgive First, I'll tell you about their style, planned techniques The main style "Shaolin Finger Jab!" Yo (Uh-huh) We are watchin' your whole group You been busy here Around the clock, all we need is your orders to move (Yeah,ayo, yeah) Met a lot of crosses last night Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in, come on (Young and old!) Come on! You been busy here (You know what it is) Thou must bust shots all the time, kid (Ayo, ayo, ayo) We're back! Peep The Jump Off, ain't nothin' sweet, get dumped off Frontin like you won't get deaded and bumped off Drastic son, master guns that'll run up in plastic ones And then go, crash in the slums One tight army, few good men that'll rep Invade you strongly, Prince of Wales swimmin' on feet Props'll sell, all yellow L's, cops sleepin' on nails Niggas get realer than real, yo Flash the brown, last time was crowned All navy Woolridge, Wu kicks, movin' them pounds, yo Last on niggas, great adventures of my niggas And Castro pictures, sendin' a rash out the kitchens Like the wind, invite the grin, watch niggas rewrite the trend Wu niggas did it again, yo Unhighly, octane, die cast metal frame Lame, let another man with heat handle beef Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in Yo, spark the intro, relevant info Load up the keyboard, 105 tempo Most heated battles, I've blasted MCs Some said that the bullets flew by like angry bees Wu entered on the level where we would wait and listen While one flashed metal, eight calculate position The world snapped, once we combined our rap Drastic measures, priceless treasures on Nap' Our swords swing, windchill Mount Aerie Native plant standin' on the tall-grass prairie Snares and kicks, off the project bricks It's no act the producer played the role with drumsticks The warning came unnoticed It's like the shot on the dock of the bay That slayed Otis, the Nine-Lotus Each one adjust to his own environment Formulate this great LP, a hundred rounds spent Niggas bent on the fruitless search for nourishment They long for this proper guidance, encouragement Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in It be the Lost Tribe, 7 days locked in the dungeon Foamin' at the mouth, mad dog in this production The uncontrolled substance got me spittin' up bars disgustin' The last temptation of the son of David Ruffin Hold my mic sideways when bustin' On Judgement Day runnin' through Hell, yellin' and cussin' At MC's in my circumference, y'all niggas hand-cuffin' These hoes and ain't read them they rights or nothin' Keep lustin', yeah and I'ma a keep hustlin' With Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in You know me, every time you kiss that ho you blow me You blow trial trying to walk a mile in my Sauconys Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in We just touched down, Wu shuttle, private jet Stepped off the plane, the world wept Roll with the Witty Unpredictable Talent All Natural, rock with the Beatles of hip-hop Mathematical imperial manifestation of greatness Make wiz's scream and shout at the top of their breath essence Captured on tape is precious Bless mic pure deafness, awaken from you sleep mistake When the God bring rain, hail, snow to the earthquake Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in You've been busy Are you mastered? You've been busy Are you mastered? You've been busy