| 歌曲 | Chi Kung |
| 歌手 | RZA |
| 专辑 | Birth Of A Prince |
| 作词 : Desogus, Diggs, Murray | |
| The grand ultimate supreme, no extremedies | |
| We use Tai | |
| Chi to deflect off our enemy | |
| Five poisons from the clan, there's no remedy | |
| We dispell the smell of wickedness in our vicinity | |
| Bobby, the atomic, | |
| Islamic, bomb-droppin' | |
| Appear in your atmosphere like the comet | |
| Heading to the western hemisphere, non-stoppin' | |
| Strikin' the belly of the seed to make it vomit | |
| Things of beings is unseen by men | |
| In shapes and form, never been dreamed by men | |
| The word of | |
| God, always intervene with sin | |
| From insight, my inner-light beams within | |
| Pin-point focus, move silently un-noticed | |
| When you attack, | |
| I fall back in the wind like the lotus | |
| Put the soul in the track like my name was | |
| OtisPain in my heart and your chance is hopeless | |
| For you to win, a change is gonna come | |
| You hear the 'suuuu?' | |
| Wu-Tang is gonna come | |
| And my vocals, they gonna bang on the drum | |
| You go against the grain you will hang from ya tongue, so(Love, love, thugs) | |
| Love, love, thugs | |
| This is in yo' club(Club) | |
| Nigga pass the mothafuckin' drugs(Drugs) | |
| Just smooth a loop to my soundwave there's no sonic solution | |
| No pro tools to edit or out-date my producin' | |
| Form like crystals, mushrooms after the missile | |
| We strike into the hip-hop bone of the gristle | |
| And my thoughts be the marrow, son | |
| I'm the narrow | |
| Tube inside the gun that's released through the barrel | |
| And the words travel in lead, expandin' high-speeds | |
| With the hole in ya head and filled up you | |
| With the, knowledge of self | |
| I dropped out of school, | |
| I went to the college of self | |
| And I pertained my wealth, | |
| B O B B, when y'all niggaz see me | |
| I'm like Godzilla stompin' over | |
| Mount Fiji | |
| Or Rodan with the wingspan, | |
| Prince Rakeem can | |
| Rocks to the solo or combine with my team | |
| And spit like the calico, welcome to the | |
| AlamoBop, bop, bop, you know how you cowards go(Love, love, thugs) | |
| Love, love, thugs | |
| Welcome back to my hip-hop club | |
| Psycho-menace, downin' a | |
| GuinessStrictly bidness, while | |
| I'm in this | |
| Flip on a nigga like a gymnast | |
| Put a knot on ya head, the size of | |
| GrimaceBitch, jumpin' out ya speaker, huntin' for yo' egg like it's | |
| EasterAlthough | |
| I come in peace, | |
| I would just like to say peace | |
| To Scallywags, skeezers and | |
| I don't really need ya | |
| You don't understand why | |
| I don't understand either | |
| Now shit's gettin' deep, you should've thought a lot deeper | |
| It's my time to get over and | |
| I got on my blinker | |
| So I write and | |
| I spit on the mic, so you can feel | |
| What is truth, what is right and what's not | |
| Yo, I must kill the ideal and enlight this | |
| EarthAnd yo, | |
| I will give birth to a light that lives to keep it real | |
| All through research, | |
| I learned in schools, not even | |
| ChurchCan enstill, these words are jewels so you can heal | |
| Still I search, and | |
| I works real hard, | |
| I need a deal | |
| And with speed 'cuz it hurts indeed, yo can you feel? | |
| My heart still pumps the blood that makes me bleed | |
| All real and the pastor's best and | |
| I always will, do my thing | |
| Yo let me know son, yo | |
| X.O. Hennessey, | |
| Jack Daniel or | |
| TenneseeWhisky, got these groupie bitches actin' frisky | |
| Searchin' for that | |
| Bill like | |
| LewinskyAll over my pants lookin' for a | |
| Jim Brownski | |
| Ringz and | |
| Partnerz, | |
| Wu-Tang is how we fuck up | |
| HelsinkiOh shit, | |
| Kinetic, Bobby | |
| SteelesOrigin, | |
| Barrakjudah, | |
| Wu-Tang Forever motherfuckers(Love, love, thugs) | |
| Love, love, thugs | |
| This is in yo' club(Club) | |
| Nigga, pass the mothafuckin' drugs(Drugs) |
| zuò cí : Desogus, Diggs, Murray | |
| The grand ultimate supreme, no extremedies | |
| We use Tai | |
| Chi to deflect off our enemy | |
| Five poisons from the clan, there' s no remedy | |
| We dispell the smell of wickedness in our vicinity | |
| Bobby, the atomic, | |
| Islamic, bombdroppin' | |
| Appear in your atmosphere like the comet | |
| Heading to the western hemisphere, nonstoppin' | |
| Strikin' the belly of the seed to make it vomit | |
| Things of beings is unseen by men | |
| In shapes and form, never been dreamed by men | |
| The word of | |
| God, always intervene with sin | |
| From insight, my innerlight beams within | |
| Pinpoint focus, move silently unnoticed | |
| When you attack, | |
| I fall back in the wind like the lotus | |
| Put the soul in the track like my name was | |
| OtisPain in my heart and your chance is hopeless | |
| For you to win, a change is gonna come | |
| You hear the ' suuuu?' | |
| WuTang is gonna come | |
| And my vocals, they gonna bang on the drum | |
| You go against the grain you will hang from ya tongue, so Love, love, thugs | |
| Love, love, thugs | |
| This is in yo' club Club | |
| Nigga pass the mothafuckin' drugs Drugs | |
| Just smooth a loop to my soundwave there' s no sonic solution | |
| No pro tools to edit or outdate my producin' | |
| Form like crystals, mushrooms after the missile | |
| We strike into the hiphop bone of the gristle | |
| And my thoughts be the marrow, son | |
| I' m the narrow | |
| Tube inside the gun that' s released through the barrel | |
| And the words travel in lead, expandin' highspeeds | |
| With the hole in ya head and filled up you | |
| With the, knowledge of self | |
| I dropped out of school, | |
| I went to the college of self | |
| And I pertained my wealth, | |
| B O B B, when y' all niggaz see me | |
| I' m like Godzilla stompin' over | |
| Mount Fiji | |
| Or Rodan with the wingspan, | |
| Prince Rakeem can | |
| Rocks to the solo or combine with my team | |
| And spit like the calico, welcome to the | |
| AlamoBop, bop, bop, you know how you cowards go Love, love, thugs | |
| Love, love, thugs | |
| Welcome back to my hiphop club | |
| Psychomenace, downin' a | |
| GuinessStrictly bidness, while | |
| I' m in this | |
| Flip on a nigga like a gymnast | |
| Put a knot on ya head, the size of | |
| GrimaceBitch, jumpin' out ya speaker, huntin' for yo' egg like it' s | |
| EasterAlthough | |
| I come in peace, | |
| I would just like to say peace | |
| To Scallywags, skeezers and | |
| I don' t really need ya | |
| You don' t understand why | |
| I don' t understand either | |
| Now shit' s gettin' deep, you should' ve thought a lot deeper | |
| It' s my time to get over and | |
| I got on my blinker | |
| So I write and | |
| I spit on the mic, so you can feel | |
| What is truth, what is right and what' s not | |
| Yo, I must kill the ideal and enlight this | |
| EarthAnd yo, | |
| I will give birth to a light that lives to keep it real | |
| All through research, | |
| I learned in schools, not even | |
| ChurchCan enstill, these words are jewels so you can heal | |
| Still I search, and | |
| I works real hard, | |
| I need a deal | |
| And with speed ' cuz it hurts indeed, yo can you feel? | |
| My heart still pumps the blood that makes me bleed | |
| All real and the pastor' s best and | |
| I always will, do my thing | |
| Yo let me know son, yo | |
| X. O. Hennessey, | |
| Jack Daniel or | |
| TenneseeWhisky, got these groupie bitches actin' frisky | |
| Searchin' for that | |
| Bill like | |
| LewinskyAll over my pants lookin' for a | |
| Jim Brownski | |
| Ringz and | |
| Partnerz, | |
| WuTang is how we fuck up | |
| HelsinkiOh shit, | |
| Kinetic, Bobby | |
| SteelesOrigin, | |
| Barrakjudah, | |
| WuTang Forever motherfuckers Love, love, thugs | |
| Love, love, thugs | |
| This is in yo' club Club | |
| Nigga, pass the mothafuckin' drugs Drugs |