Wu-Tang Clanis a hip-hopgroup, originally from the Bronx, Brooklyn, and Staten Island boroughs in New York City, USA(Staten Island is referred to as "Shaolin" in their lyrics after the film "Shaolin and Wu-Tang"). The original creators of Wu-Tang Clan were cousins Ol' Dirty Bastard, GZA/Geniusand RZA, who prior to Wu-Tang Clan made up the group Force Of The Imperial Master. Wu-Tang Clan soon expanded to nine MCs, though it was reduced to eight with the death of original member Ol' Dirty Bastardin 2004. All nine members have released solo albums, and the group has spawned many affiliate groups. The group's plan from its inception was to become an empire by taking over the hip hop community through saturation of like minded artists.
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Wu-tang Clan

[raekwon the chef]
The fuck?
Its just the new way of thinkin
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open
Push your seat back, just flow...
Thats how we doin it
Bound by honest sword take over the set; rap from here to que-bec
Throw up the tech, crash your intellect select a vet
Swimsuit mammal handle, yo every fly vandal go to project
Slam you like hamills wife fore the scandal
Wally sandal just a sample, my niggaz fertilize thoughts
Yo mad support drink a quart then bamboo
When nasty can blew, my pen sterile wont perform if Im not lampable
Askin my manll get you slapped down; play the anthem
Lit it who wit it champagne get it, thats the ticket
Solid nines soundin like crickets snatchin worker shipment
Pull the air, long dick it, we talk right before we left lifted
Just like a long sleeve, guess who rip it?
[god] projects
[rae] my niggaz survive, just like a movin target
[god] projects
[rae] where niggaz live and some sell garbage thats
[god] projects
[rae] try to escape the flyin shells dodgin
[god] new york projects
[rae] Im livin large yo, stop miragin
[method man]
Sign of the times, conspiracy to overthrow the mind
Behind every fortune theres a crime
This technique is tech-9
Blast at any close encounter of the third kind
This be the evil that man do, we dismantle, any adversary
Them niggaz all thumbs and cant handle, my flurry
Hear me, you jam all you want to scare me
Dont even kid me, shit in my coke aimin at cha kidney
Pressure, red hot like chili pepper
Black n decker, hardware avoid the leper
Five oclock shadowboxer, hold down the sector
Bet ya bottom dollar lecture, be hard to swallow
Double oh-seven mark
The secret agent that max/well and get smart, through entertainment
Welcome to the killin fields, with johnny dangerous
Headbanger boogie niggaz goin thru changes
[god] projects
[rae] my niggaz survive, just like a movin target
[god] projects
[rae] where niggaz live and some sell garbage thats
[god] projects
[rae] try to escape the flyin shells dodgin
[god] projects
[rae] Im livin large yo, stop miragin
[ghostface killah]
Suck my dick its the kid with the fat knob
I bust all into ya face, plus it come in globs
Quick get on your knees, with yo sweet pussy let it breathe
Two fingers is all in your hole, think I can fit three
Your pink lips, spread it in shit, let me throw my dick in
Grab my shit and place it gently, on your clit
Ping-pong pussy, wide world of wombs titty saggin
Stomach on some scriveled up prune shit
Too much air in your pussy you screamin that its
Talkin to you daddy, farts breathin out your lips splashin my dick badly
Use vinegar, to try to tighten up your ginger
All-mighty dick, ran in with a cape, some call him engine
Lightning rod bob, black candy cane attatched to god
Thick, like a great adventure cigar, in your garage
Pregnant pussy have you fall out, like remi on the house
Watch the teeth for slobbin my shit
You bit it on the couch, dry pussy leave the friction burns
Plus beef I hone, the condom broke
Bitch you got aids Im shakin in my bones