20 of the Best Lyrics From Wu-Tang Clan’s ‘The Saga Continues’ Album

"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