(feat. GZA, Prodigal Sunn)



[Hook: GZA]

Don't trust a stranger, my weapons'll bang ya

Don't trust a stranger, my weapons'll bang ya

Don't trust a stranger, my weapons'll bang ya



[GZA]

Yea, anotha Wu Banga, strangler

Y'all better watch for these swords as they swing

'cause you know we ain't playing, son

Worldwide, Japan, check it out..

[imitating the beat]



Attack the track like a suicidal bomber

Lyrical assault from experienced rhymer

Niggas sleep, end up dead in a recliner

Witness forget, enforce the Alzheimer

Flying kicks and numbchuck sticks

I speak a verse and break bricks

I throw the first blow

Reach out, steal ya heart on the low

Infectious beats laid down by Nigo

Seven GrandMasters had 5 Deadly Venomz

Metal darts hit the body, then explode in 'em

I swing the gold chain, my whole name is slang

Crack the window pane, shots stain ya brain



[Chorus x4: GZA]

Enter the Chamber, watch for the danger

Don't trust a stranger, my weapons'll bang ya



[Prodigal Sunn]

Yo, yo..

In these black streets some pack heat, I stash Shieks

My heartbeat is like stone, steal and concrete

Mental athlete, I smack defeat, crack cheeks

Front and scream in peace, we leave ya whole click deceased

In break bread with Shinobi, Isreal the Golden Shield

Shaleek, Jah Shameek, I conversate with Iron Shiek

King Masada, they never ever win, the Godfather

Worldly author, visual rapper, the Pearl Harbor

Superficial lava, I burnt the City of Gomorrah

Through a life of horror, I spoke the tongue of a lawyer

My holy aura generates the blood of the Tora

and if you out of order you can't escape from my slaughter

I turn steam into water, ask ya crew about the shot-caller

Legendary, human brawler, brawler, brawler..



[Chorus]



[GZA]

You know what I see? Potential..

Check, check, check, check it, check..

Check, check, check..



I see guerillas in the mist

with bathing apes, within an eclipse

Carriers of hip-hop tapes, ripping in a milk-crate

Athletic MC's, do tracks around the lap, still sting like the Bees

While the gates'll rip the tea-house up in the tree-house

You walk around the trap, bisect like a free mouse

My Wu-Tang logo on the back of a kimono

Beat played in the background, on the phono

My Kung Fu, be the tough Wu

Look for the dragons when they come through

On the manual, the title's in Boston caligraphy

I swing the sword, heads rolling respectively



[Chorus x4]



[Outro: Prodigal Sunn during chorus]

Enter the Chamber, Enter the Chamber

Enter the Chamber, Chamber

Enter the Chamber

Enter the Chamber

Walk these dogs, moving with Alla