Respect the RZA- Ruler Zig Zag Zig Quotables!!!!!

[Oztradamus]

[RZA]
I was born in a bed of thorns, surrounded by men with horns
Wicked forms, but still I was happy to be born
I grew up in a house of ten, of mouse and men
Rats and roaches, lacking oxygen
Every night I'd dream I saw ghosts
Babies crying, favorite uncles dying, mom's crying
Pop's lyin, mom's going across his head, with a frying pan
Me and my man made plans to rule the land and raise a fam
Now my man stands six feet in a box covered with sand
Tears are dropping, nikkas dropping off
Poppin out the two-to-five, walkin flush
Do or die, suicide
About to face a bid cause I tried to raise his kid
Ready to embrace the biscuit
To my face, pull it back, face it kid
Pull the trigger but I gotta figure that I got a little RZA
Can't let him get trapped by the evil wizards
Wicked men apply genocide, homocide for you and I to try
You won't figure this out 'til you died
Suicide..


The Cure is never coming out

 

[ℒℴѵℯJay ELECTUA]

[RZA]
I was born in a bed of thorns, surrounded by men with horns
Wicked forms, but still I was happy to be born
I grew up in a house of ten, of mouse and men
Rats and roaches, lacking oxygen
Every night I'd dream I saw ghosts
Babies crying, favorite uncles dying, mom's crying
Pop's lyin, mom's going across his head, with a frying pan
Me and my man made plans to rule the land and raise a fam
Now my man stands six feet in a box covered with sand
Tears are dropping, nikkas dropping off
Poppin out the two-to-five, walkin flush
Do or die, suicide
About to face a bid cause I tried to raise his kid
Ready to embrace the biscuit
To my face, pull it back, face it kid
Pull the trigger but I gotta figure that I got a little RZA
Can't let him get trapped by the evil wizards
Wicked men apply genocide, homocide for you and I to try
You won't figure this out 'til you died
Suicide..


The Cure is never coming out

His film work will take another venture..but 2013 will be another wu revolution!!
WU 20TH ANNIVERSARY!!

EXPECT plenty of albums and something special from the rza..he has something planned!!

$$$$£££££$$$$$$$£££££££$$$$$$$$$ ya feel me>?

 

[Propaganda]

domestic violence. the whole thing.

 

[mr x]

I can't go to sleep, I can't shut my eyes
They shot the father of his moms, killed him seven times
They shot Malcolm in the chest front of his little seeds
Jesse watched, as they shot King on the balcony
They spat at Marcus, Garvey cause he tried to spark us
with the knowledge of ourselves, and our forefathers
Ohh Jacqueline you heard the rifle shots cracklin
Her husband head in her hair, you tried to put it back in
AMERICA'S WATCHIN, BLOOD STAINED INK BLOTCHES
MEDGAR TOOK ONE TO THE SKULL FOR INTERGRATING COLLEGE
WHAT'S THE SCIENCE? SOMEBODY? THIS IS TRICK KNOWLEDGE
THEY TRY TO KEEP US ENSLAVED AND STILL SCRAPE FOR DOLLARS
Walkin through Park Hill, drunk as a (fukk)
Lookin around like, these (DEVILS), I'm ready to break this world down
They got me trapped up in a metal gate, just stressed out with hate
And just, give me no time to relax, and use my mind to meditate
What should I do? Grab a blunt or a brew?
Grab a two-two and run out there AND PUT THIS fukkIN VIOLENCE IN YOU?
I can't go to sleep, I can't shut 'em son.. I..

 

[WuGambino]

Whips and full clips and ***** lips
Rubber grips attached to hips
Past the journey to the crib, the purest sickness cura
Holy Koran, sirah, leaves man to understand, I stand up as rough briva
Heart is bleedin', stress got my hair line receedin'
God look we feedin', leadin' my seeds, back to Eden
And stay suspicious of promiscuous *****es
Who don't wash and do dish and to big for your britches
Lustin' riches, ****in' the next man mistress
You wonder why your ***** itches, fat *** sample wit out the glitches
Shatter your mental, split your bean up like a lentel
Disfigure your face, you recognizin' by the dental
Hot lead from raw heat, left in store meat
Lay it out on Broadstreet, before he
Left all he heard was the echo from the shot
Cops all tops see revealed, he was stopped by the Glock
Devils lettin' off SCUDS, thugs trapped up in HUD houses
New York, been infested by Bloods, lustin' for colors of red
More black lies done shed through
Yet the blood travelin' through veins remain blue
Boned out until we zone out, no doubt
Chickenheads beg for the nine inch Applehead
Their legs open like fallopian, lubricated by petroleum
Nine months later comes the ovary explosion
***** you stupid? A hundred dollars you couldn't recoup it
When I reign the truth on your brain you muted
Rula Zig-Zag, Zig Allah, plus Allah Zig, Zag-Zig
We addin' more knowledge to your wig





Fat-ass whips big asses, colorful lips
Wide hips, baller kits, chrome dipped wearing
blue kicks, plus jeans boomin beats
Loud horn beeps, crowded streets, the fusion yo
the heat is on, never too black or too strong
In one hour Wu-Tang Clan is about to perform
Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades
The arena now present, de event of the decade
Long braids and fades, baldheads, spangle waves
extensions, nails Friday, just got paid
Headliner or marquee is the prime time rhyme crime family
That shines Godly light
Upon this hip-hop artform, yo Dunn
We can't be measured by no chart, the God brung
Never bust premature for sure
You want it raw, let me plant my dynamite bytch
deep inside your core, the explosion stops the menstration
Causes stomach inflation
Patiently waiting nine months for deportation
Of the Earth from the Moon, black woman stay in tune
Yo God, let me pour y'all the science about the womb
It's a black hole for those who lose control
Fertile soil before you are wise
And spoiled many men and took many lives
And all you brothers changed sides
Only worth a decimal compared to those who died inside

 

[Suge Knight]

"perpendicular to the squuuuuuuuuuuuar...stand gold like fluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuur" -Rza

 

[VladTheImpaler]

lol yeah...his voice and inability to annunciate certain letters was consistent.

"Frwut and fibra, keeps ya ly-bra"

 

[George's Dilemma]

Stop the fader of the RAM, pass my watts through my pre-amp
Them can't stress the beat vamp the shyt'll get blam
at full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle
Crack your soul like bottles, leave you stiff as models
You faq, you couldn't pull one drag -- off my blunt
You couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag
with scissors in your hands -- bytch, the RZA
I stand close to walls, like number four the lizard
Enchant a few solar panels, blast off like Roman Candles
Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Wahoo McDanielYou cocker spaniel dogs, can't fukk with our catalog
Put your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog


Stomp ya azz like Wahoo McDaniels is one of my favorite lines. The drum clap production on that rack coincided perfectly.

 

[Danie84]

You want to pound crab, nah let his hand swing
I ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy ass rings
No more said, knew your chump ass was dead
When I saw the four four reflecting off your shiny forehead
It's Wu-Tang nikka, ain't nothing changed nikka
Still shame on a nikka, who tried to run game
Get virgin and perversions, fukking bytches with Persian
Bugs watching nikkaz like the turgeon, it's the surgeon slugs
still pounds when Bobby Steels 12 gauge gonna pay deadly chronicles
We, held up in Gotham take heed and protect your seeds
We fall like all the leaves, who lack tranquility
In your rap utility to fukk with the abilities
Raised like a sperm cell to the ovary
Microphone post tone like a rotary phone
Age of poems and poetry, old sloans
Explosive head bullets, black hooded
Invalid footed ninjas, who full metal jacket clips
And know how to put it in you
Surrender your goods and your merchandise
For no purchase price, I'm certainly a heist
For your ice and curtains and vice
Come quietly, Wu-Tang Clan rules society
Because of variety, so maintain your high anxiety
And lead them to defy me, diary...
I need 18 points for my next joint
This high and mointed king, to make a deal
I be the one to appoint, Steve Ripken must have been sniffing
To catch something so dope, it left minor c-lits p*ssy dripping
I fukk hundreds of bytches, and split millions of dollars
And built with thousands of scholars
My life saga from the hildred of horor
Legal kid brown in Nicaragua
Gave birth to MC's, seeds and bank robbers
We drove with pistol whips into world-wide trips
And my dikk's been sucked by the finest lips
Stand to tell the contestants, in the world's best repressment
But none of the above compare to the one-twenty lessons
Or my queen and my seeds, in the home that I rest in
Enter my dome get blown to 99 sections


Eighty-five didn't realize, til the truth opened up his eyes
Then he became highly civilized
and spent time amongst the wise, went through a garment renaissance
and stopped wearing Benetton
Tommy Hill, Perry Ellis, Nautica, or Liz Claiborne
Ocean Pacific, Fila, Bill Blass and leave fitted
Quit the Armani sweaters with the Gucci wool knitted
Now all he buys, Kani's, Cross Colours, Shabazz Brothers
Mecca, Pelly Pell, 88, North Q, Bear and a few others
For the new year, strictly Wu-Wear

 

[Sonic Boom of the South]

 

[ℒℴѵℯJay ELECTUA]

combine threads for ultimate discussions.

 

[ThaRealness]

It's been said he lost anywhere from 100 to 400 beats in that flood. One to four hundred!! Beats he made in his prime!!! :sadfinelli:

I thought he recreated most of that material

 

[ℒℴѵℯJay ELECTUA]

he stated he lost 10-15 albums worth of beats.