Wu-Tang Clan - Gravel Pit (Live At Montreux 2007)

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For more info - http://www.eagle-rock.com/artist/wu-tang-clan/#.U-jhKThwaB8 In July 2007 the famous Miles Davis Hall at Montreux was witness to a gathering of the Wu-Tang Clan. With the exception of the sadly deceased Ol' Dirty Bastard, the whole Clan was present: RZA, GZA, Method Man, Inspectah Deck, Raekwon The Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and Masta Killa. Also joining the party were some of their extended family members: Cappadonna, Streetlife and DJ Mathematics. This rare gathering of the full clan took Montreux by storm and got the whole audience on their feet and jumping with a set featuring all their best known hits and classics plus a number of solo tracks, including a clutch of Ol' Dirty Bastard hits. 1,2, 1,2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down And report to the pit, the gravel pit Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home We gon' take it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders Wu-Tang Clan on yo' mind one time It's the jump off, so just jump off my nigga... [HOOK: Paulissa Morgan] Check out my gravel pit A mystery unraveling Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it [Meth] Ha, holla cross from the land of the lost Behold the pale horse, off course (off course) Follow me, Wu-Tang gotta be The best thing since stocks in Clark Wallabees (ZZZH) African killers bees black watch (black watch) On your radio, blowin out yo' watts (ZZZH) From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill Every time you walk by your back get a chill (BLBLBH!) Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill (BOOM!) Elbow grease, and elbow room Baby play me, baby fall down, go boom (BOOM!) Party people gather round, count down to apocalypse (3, 2, 1...) [U-God] I'm the kid with the golden arms [Meth] And I'm the motherfuckin hott nikks (AAAAH!) pass the blunt My nigga don't front You had it for a minute but it seem like a month [COUGH] Now I'm chokin, smokin, hopin I don't croakin, from overdosin... Hey kid, (walk straight as a I...) Wu and Meth got you open (open), let's ride Can't stand niggas that floss too much Can't stand Bentleys they cost too much Kid wanna get up then kid get touched Kid wanna stick up then kid get stuck I'm the one that called your bluff When your boy tried to act tough... Remember what Old Dirty said, I'll fuck yo' ass up! Now listen [Meth over hook] Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth As we go... Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth As we go... [Ghostface] E with the English, extinguish styles extremist Bald head beamers run wild It's the kid with the gold cup Stepped out like what What's poppin, and y'all niggas dobo Blastin shae shae, chocolate shortae Rich color mocks, rock those all day 1960 shit I'm Goldie That's right motherfucker don't hold me The world's greatest, Las Vegas, paid as rock Skin painted on my face look ageless Perfect combos, Ghost bang out condos Jeff from Hamo, ex three bangos Bancos, stank hoes in plain clothes Change those, bang those, same old, same old [Raekwon] Yeah y'all, straight up this the jump off right here The gravel pit, word up represent, rock the boulders All my rich gangsta style, killers, y'all know what time it is Shorty do your thing, get up on that shit right now boo, do you That's what I'm talkin 'bout [U-God] Yo, step to my groove, move like this When we shoot the gift of course it's ruthless Grab the mic with no excuses In a sec, grab the techs and loot this Executin, shakin all sets, and I'm breakin all hecks I'm takin all bets, move all best, who want the dram' next You all stank, we got the bigger bank Bigger shank to fill your tank Still the same kill you for real, while you crank Slide, do or die, fry to bake Admire the greats, on fire wit a heart of hate Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy darts that quake It's okay, all fakes, get caught by the dropkicks You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits... On the go, check the flow, sayin Wu don't rock shit... Stop quick, hold the gossip, stop sweatin my pockets I hear the hot shit