Lyrics Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Clan

Pioneer the Frontier

Enter the Wu-Tang zone

Enter the Wu-Tang zone

Enter the Wu-Tang zone

Enter the Wu-Tang zone

We don't hunt deer

Vegetarian dishes from the concierge

Presidential suites, presidential treats

Brazilian models, oiling up my feet

10 days a month, my girl pays for lunch

3 days a week, we work out at Crunch

Time after time, line after line

Our stock increases, rhyme after rhyme

In the valley, of San Fernando

Found Q-Tip's wallet in El Segundo

Prolly been spotted on Telemundo

With more wild cards than a box of Uno

That spin like propeller, my dog like Old Yeller

Holler at the moon, my goons at Coachella

Enter the Wu-Tang zone

Enter the Wu-Tang zone

Enter the Wu-Tang zone

Enter the Wu-Tang zone

I got my hands in the pot, 500 grand in the yacht

I'm the dope man with plans to expand on every block

Wu-brand, legendary hands, hard as penitentiary rock

Now put that to your temple, the Wu symbol's bout to drop

Insert the beam on my Glock, got that lean in my bottle

What that mean? High self esteem, straight cream on the top

Riding chops similar to UFC kickbox, kick rocks

Dirty trucker pit stops, shit, grams in a Ziploc

Watch how the pitbull lock his jaws, then lock your doors

Feds watch the boards, hip hop spills out my pores

I be raw, 4 plus 4, but 7 more

The Clan rock the tours, we be them reservoir dogs

Pioneer the frontier

Pioneer the frontier

Pioneer the frontier

Pioneer the frontier

Guaranteed I bang hard

I plan to leave the game large, no brainwash

The devil himself could not persuade God, my blade's sharp

Circle my square, I dare you Braveheart

Before I leave your head in your hands, what's your name, huh?

My lines get in your cells like 7 Ls

Any problem, I address you like I'm sending you mail

Let me do well, they'd rather see me dead or in jail

But let it be my life story if they ever do tell

Know I died for what I live

An intimate connection for that infinite reflection

That's my wife and my kids, there's a price on my lid

So now my stock's high and shots fired

My niggas who was tight with the kid

I'm hot as Hell's Kitchen with the oven on

Deck bomb, teflon the rappers nothing to a don

If I'm fronting then respond

If not, throw up your arms, it's the Killer Bee swarm

And your set, the fuck is y'all?

You entering the 36, mastering the 18

, hands down, I crush bricks

Backs that'll break bats, this is what y'all wanted back

Classic Wu RZA track with mathematic actual facts

That weigh heavy, the universal striking attack

Dance the drunken medley, long axe blade, machete

The shallow stepping ninja

Pioneer the frontier

Pioneer the frontier

Pioneer the frontier

Pioneer the frontier