Lyrical Breakdown of Fam (Members Only) - Album Version Explicit - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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  • Lyric Overview: Witness how GZA feat. RZA & Masta Killa weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Fam (Members Only) - Album Version Explicit" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
  • Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that GZA feat. RZA & Masta Killa employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Yo, yea check it... yo, yo yo yo

Yo, if you think you can fuck wit the Wu Clan

Get ya nose swolled up like Toucan

If you think you can fuck wit the Wu Clan

You get ya nose swolen up like Toucan

If you think you can fuck wit the wu clan

You get ya nose swolen up like Toucan

Sam, and we don't give a damn

Bullets soaked in oil so the Tec can't jam

Sippin on Carribean RUM, coconut juice

Smokin on that chocolate stick

Open up two bottles of that brass monkey on some drunkie shit

You R&B fake rappers suck a monkey dick

I'm from back in the days

With the Christmas for haze

On my back, stripped out black

You like that?

Seven braids in my head

My girl stays in the bed and she love to lay the eggs

Prepare for the mic onslaught swift with the sword

Slick Lord, holdin my weight homing abroad

The crowd roared for the peeps playing for the streets

I reeped and sewed, scriptures weeved and woved

Behold gold for the people equal

Fresh on the weekend

Wu-Tang, Biggie smalls live at the beacon

Backstage drinks on the house the show was bangin

Brothers Grey Goosin, Wu was Tanquerayin

Allah teaching schools in session

The Gods speakin

I'm just knowledging

Snake handshakes and fake hugs

Waiting for the hour to devour

And splatter ya heads of powder

I'm a slave to the rhythm

But never to a mental deaf and power

The hour has come

We got y'all eleven to one son

You done off, too late to break off

Tactics are hazardous to the health, bomb stealth

Rifle stay M-16, know what I mean?

Know what I mean?

Yo just what we (stand for?) Loyalty

What we strive for? Righteousness

What we live and (die for?)

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Yo (strictly fam members only)

Yo, yo just what we (stand for?) Loyalty

What we strive for? Righteousness

What we live and (die for?)

(Strictly fam members only)

(Strictly fam members only)

Ayo ayo

Great minds think alike

We used to drink all night

Think about things thats wrong and how to make it right

Ice cold bottles of brass, time flashes

A hundred blunts passes

Before the God asked us

What's the square miles of the planet?

Why is the axis slanted?

How much is covered by water?

How much is granite?

True-I-Master-Equality

God body be flowing like the chi energy inside your artery

Faithful as a polished rock against a tank

The force of my wheel still kill shooting blanks

Just from the sound alone ya heads blown

Still scorin in the red zone you best of head home

Or get thrown to the dead zone

Son we need to ill, interupt the Grammy show and teach the kids

Yo Just', what we stand for?

What we strive for?

What we live for?

What we give for?

What we die for?

Strictly fam members only

Strictly fam members only

I grew up around block parties ready to rock

Behind a roll nigga wit my rhyme on cock

First shot first nigga who had shit to pop

My bad weather blew the feathers off a hundred flocks

Seventy precent goose, thirty duck

Get stuck if each link in ya chain is truck

Can't come in this rhyme cypha wit nine snipers

Charged off the juice from the pied pipers

Walk around B-Boys, DJ's, MC's

Through rap, never thinkin their ways of TV

It was strictly all about about magnificent rhyme clout

The R.E.C. Room, two dollars with the flyer, three without

Now his wigs pushed back, name's removed off the plaque

Too wild to reanact, with tax

Thats the price to pay, my goal is to aim and spray

My night is the same as day

Yo Just', what we stand for?

What we strive for?

What we live for?

What we give for?

What we die for?

Strictly fam members only

Strictly fam members only