Lyrics: Bring Da Ruckus
Album: Enter The Wu-tang (36 Chambers
Artist: Wu-tang Clan
 

Intro:

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

Chorus: rza

Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin ruckus
Bring da motherfuckin ruckus

Verse one: ghostface killah

Ghostface, catch the blast of a hype verse
My glock bursts, leave in a hearse, i did worse
I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk
Ya 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 ya whole era
Hardrocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot
P.l.o. style, hazardous, cause i wreck this dangerous
I blow sparks like waco, texas

Verse two: raekwon the chef

I watch my back like i’m locked down, hardcore
Hittin sound, watch me act bugged, and tear it down
A literate 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 macs
Now ya act convinced, i guess it makes sense
Wu-tang, yo sewwwwwwwww, 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

Chorus

Verse three: inspectah deck

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 segall, out for justice
The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus
Redrum, i verbally assault with the tongue
Murder one, my style shot ya 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 pull like a trigga
So bad, stabbin up the pad with the vocab, crab
I scream on ya ass like your dad, bring it on…

Chorus

Verse four: the genius/gza

Yo, i’m more rugged than slaveman boots
New recruits, i’m fuckin’ up mc troops
I break loops, 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 ya 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 niggaz to kick buckets
I’m wettin cream, i ain’t wettin fame
Who sellin gain, 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…

Chorus

So bring it on…(x7)

Punk nigga!