20 of the Best Lyrics From Wu-Tang Clan’s ‘The Saga Continues’ Album
You can debate who the best rap group of all-time is, but one of the most transcendent and influential is the Wu-Tang Clan, who have become synonymous with the explosion of the East Coast rap scene that ushered in the sound of the mid-1990s. More than two decades after the release of their debut album, Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers), the Wu-Tang Clan, who were once viewed as the most indomitable force in rap, are on the other side of a tumultuous period, during which the crew made headlines for everything aside from the music.
Whether it be RZA's controversial comments, beef between Ghostface Killah and Action Bronson, disgruntled group member U-God filing a lawsuit against the Clan, and last, but definitely not least, the sale of the group's mysterious album, Once Upon a Time in Shaolin, to Martin Shkreli for $2 million, which has yet to see the light of day, there has always been plenty to talk about outside of the music when it comes to the Wu-Tang.
However, the remaining members of the crew look to put the drama behind them and the music to the forefront with the release of their new album, The Saga Continues, their first offering since 2014's A Better Tomorrow. Produced by longtime Wu producer Mathematics in its entirety and executive produced by RZA, The Saga Continues marks a return to form for the Staten Island reps, and boasts what can be argued is their best material since their 2001 release, Iron Flag.
All members, sans U-God, make appearances on The Saga Continues, and sound reinvigorated and put forth some of the most monstrous stanzas they've dropped in years. This makes their seventh studio album required listening for any Wu stan.
XXL sifted through all of the darts thrown on the Wu-Tang Clan's latest and picked out 20 of the best lyrics from The Saga Continues. Did your favorite make the cut?
"10304, live action from the door/Shawty dime, let the whole team smash her on the tour/I splash bravado, fast cash aficionado/Savage vandal, I'm a legend of tomorrow/Painting the truth, here's proof, ain't it the truth/So ill a nigga spit with a containment suit" - Inspectah Deck
"Late night Letterman, I light it like Edison/Fire through the wire, I wrote it out in Maryland/Arrogant? Yes. Tune in, my Hot 9 Flex/Cut the check and your boy digress/At my age it's all about bread/Tryna be nice at 40, you can have it all shawty/I'm tryna make history/And history say fuck rap, I divorced her, the bitch bore me" - Redman
"Some dumb drunk, this nigga has sticked/Was parked right on the block, watchin' us but I ain't peep him and shit/Anyway, back to the story, you steamin' and shit/Pass the piff, we got fiends waitin', fiendin' and shit/Connect got me waitin', fuck, so I'm heated and shit/On the phone cursin' at shorty, 'I'm leavin' you, bitch'" - Hue Hef
"It's not a mystery who shot Ricky, but where the difference/Between the tré and the dough boy, we bred different/So bear witness, this can leave you with head missing/If y'all can hear me, I guarantee you the feds listening/So I be spittin' in barcode/Nothin' left in the tap, dog, and after the last call, the bar close/This my Cohiba, cigar blow/Even Tony Stark knows the tension is thick as Wallabee Clark soles" - Method Man
"Money over bimbos, that's what the Mob for/Rappers stuck in limbo ’cause they were settin' the bar low/Every time I rhyme on a track, it's like a convo/King, we put the nine to your back, it's like you Rondo/When it come to John, though, I'ma slaughter a John Doe/Drag him through a drive-thru like he ordered the combo" - Method Man
"Gun on the camera so we can shoot them in panoramas/Na-nana-nana, I'm feelin' petty, but watch your manners/Use proper grammar so we could stop with the propaganda/No type of slender but tell them hoes, "I'm not your Santa"/Just want the body, nobody tryin' to pot-and-pan ya/Cop scanners, a fuller house but we not the Tanners/If shooters bringin' them Hawks out, then it's not Atlanta's" - Method Man
"You know I spit it but hate to love to admit it/They criticizing the lyrics, guess everybody's a critic, look/I push the limit while rappers is pushing gimmicks/I use it to push my pen and then add it to the premise hook/Yah, still talk about it and I still live it/Underground without a shovel and still diggin'" - Method Man
"Color me bad/Face emerge, blood in the bath/Switchblade, quick raid, drugs on the glass/Ugly villains, hunchback, gun for the killin'/Suitcase, FBI plant a bug on the millions/Shootouts, hang glides on the train ride/Mafia's assassins, cocaine's inside" - Killah Priest
"I don’t weirdo with queer clothes/I share flows, when it enter your earhole/Shit, it’s a thing of pure beauty/Everything that’s spittin’ is written by yours truly/Nigga, when Sean write hard/Niggas do anything for it like Klondike Bars/Pa, I’m the greatest of all-time/How should we forget the latest with Alzheims?" - Sean Price
"Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles/Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel/Criminology, pea soup Wallabees/Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gun-ecology/Shoot your old lady in her privacy/A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me/I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies/Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me" - Ghostface Killah
"A hater get it worse, I’m telling every member of your church/They gon’ have to put your image on a shirt/‘Til I finish my dessert, nobody eatin’/That’s everybody, I mean anybody, I might leave somebody bleedin’/Or watch me catch a homi', even hit you in the lobby/Shotty pop ya like a molly, probably leave you hardly breathin’" - Method Man
"La-la-la-la, Bobby Dig convert Lady Gaga/Back to heterosexual, I’m classic like Impala/Plus, I’m federal, when it comes to making dollars/Like Jiggaman, nigga, if you hear me, fuckin’ holla/Power rings like the Green Lantern, last seen in a mean Phantom/In the valley of Ohio, outside the town of Canton/Or the grotty body projects in the Killa Hills of Staten/Saw a redbone in my shower just looking like Paula Patton" - RZA
"It's in my DNA, you see it started with my pops/In his heyday he probably put your father in a box/In my heyday, I probably put the product in my sock/Ain't no vacay, the props become a problem when it's hot/Mayday mayday, but no charge, I'm nutty with the bars/That's a payday so bruh, this ain't even a bar" - Method Man
"Jammies carry nitrogen, light up a section like I'm on Vicodin/Fuck with the righteous men and we fighting ’em/Yeah, yeah, yeah, the rebels is here/Metals and gear, getting fried off the medical, that's incredible/The flyest, the most notorious while they tapping those liars/Off niggas heads like papayas" - Raekwon
"Pussy, you wack, something like a cheap trick/Mike in the Billie Jean vid, I got the streets lit/Shining star, find another, you gon' find it hard/Certain death, Deck'll walk off with minor scars/Firing squad, defying the odds/And the flow solitary, just me behind the bars" - Inspectah Deck
"Before I poly, red lighting the Bob Marley/So I can cipher God bodies from the John Gotti's/Everybody a boss, saying they time's money/Women injections, leave 'em with odd the bodies/Babies having babies, wearing Old Navy/Robbin' old ladies, that's a product of no home training/I show you the ropes, I'm narrating Al Haymon/I told Lighty, if I hate him, I'ma violate him" - Redman
"A go-getter, I go get it, now go figure/Without no figures, no gold cards, no gold diggers/To quote Jigga I goes hard, I blow Swishers/I blow that trigger, your whole squad could go with you/Ay, Dio mío, I'm a hell of a flow spitter/You ain't my people, I don't care if you know RZA" - Method Man
"We known to do this/The flow is lucid, it's so abusive/Was born a Christian but Joe the truth is that dough is Jewish/I over do this, fuck a moderation/Homie we focused, my camp Auschwitz with the concentration/Meth-Tical, R-Dash, Allah Math/Step in my shoes and leave footprints in God's path" - Mzee Jones
"Sparks of energy, create more life and more synergy/Forever is Wu, you can never sever the glue/Homie is Mathematical/Beats is bangin’/All my lords get radical/Don’t blast the past homie, that’s equilateral/JJY, Killa Beez is splattering you/And everybody love us in here, tt don’t matter who" - Cappadonna
"I’m a block scholar, call me Dollars, I don’t change/I’m a Rottweiler, diamond collar with gold fangs/Yep, a top shotter, Don Dada, rhyme proper/Might even take the ‘R’ out of brother—why bother?/Mike on Halloween, I mean, I’m clearly a monster/We gathered here today so that I could dearly depart ya" - Masta Killa