Ruckus in B minor Songtext
von Wu‐Tang Clan

This the ODB kid, once again comin′ thru yo area
& I'm goin′ to tell ya one time, ya gon' luv this
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I had to get the $, said it wasn't a choice
Die Hard′s on the bars, 80′s luvin' the voice
Morphine flow, numbin′ yo joints
Brought my nigga in it like he number eighty one from Detroit
Zombie life, World War Z
Antidote to yo virus, yo highness, the world on me
Capital G, cool as the dude from Dos Equis?
So deadly, I don't make it rain, I snow heavy
Sick made, Nick Cage how I ride wit fire
Foreva wit bars, sort of like a lifer
Wit the Son of Anarchy, I′ll be Breakin' Bad
Walkin′ Dead, day dreamin' of makin' a band
Dancin′ With the Stars, American Idol
Meets the Mentalist wit the Big Bang Theory
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Still no. 1, still no. 1, still nno. 1
Still no. 1, still no. 1, 1 1 1


(2)
The most duplicated, anticipated, validated
Urban legends in the books wit the ones who made it
Highly celebrated, errythin′ was work related
Current top forty got the Wu thinking they up in it
20 years Killa Bees yea we hold the pennant
Monumental stance on the cova wit my codefendants
Drop her sentence, in remembrance
Construct these jewels so they can live thru my descendants
(Bridge)
Young'n, I can see yo draws, pull yo pants up
Can′t even call yoself a man until ya man up
And if ya call yoself a fan, ya need to stand up
This ain't a party, it′s a jest, keep ya hands up
And I don't care who in the city when the summer come
Yes I′m a don who foreva and foreva still no. 1
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Still no. 1, still no. 1, still nno. 1
Still no. 1, still no. 1, 1 1 1
(4)
Picture a young'n on the strip getting rich off the drug shit
Puttin' all the niggas on, teaching ′em thug shit
Then they want stick ′em up, then they want slugs quick
Hood tight, niggas always livin' that crime life
Jerry′s ass grimmus and emcee-in' the lime light
Slimy old nigga like fuckin′ yo man's wife
Foolish shit use the word brother, he man dike
(5)
Yo! I spit my way all across New York
Get it out in all types of ice as a sport
1 chain, 2 chain, 3 chain, 4
Niggas mouths drop like the leaves in the fall
Told bout that WBC, I take off dubbin′ anthem moves
Land in the Fiji's, that's my bird and that′s my word!
Ya faggots keep fuckin′ around and get curbed
(6)
Forms circles like the rings of Saturn
Dust rocks and ice in a particular pattern
Then this fascinatin' picture has emerged from surface
A wonder of the young world wit an urge and purpose
A wild fire engulfin′ erry home
It's history, chiseled and carved in erry stone
A workshop where skills are learned
Handcrafted and drafted, written works are main concern
Urban center provided wit a social structure
And a curious culture full of supaconductors
Each stain is part of a scene wit
Intricate geometric raps on a larger screen
Snuff poundin′, marvelous in its surroundin'
Viewpoints that make the same, it′s all astoundin'
A place where the fo'gotten art is so powerful
A strikin′ image of sumethin′ that's so valuable
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GZA, this is called Ruckus In B Minor
Rae, all those bad times that′s behind us
Ghost, put that mask on to remind us
Method Man let 'em know who′s New York's finest
(Bridge)
Young′n, I can see yo draws, pull yo pants up
Can't even call yoself a man until ya man up
And if ya call yoself a fan, ya need to stand up
This ain't a party, it′s a jest, keep ya hands up
And I don′t care who in the city when the summer come
Yes I'm a don who foreva and foreva still no. 1
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Still no. 1, still no. 1, still nno. 1
Still no. 1, still no. 1, 1 1 1