WUTAN CLAN Wu-Tang Clan es un grupo estadounidense de rap originario de Staten Island, Nueva York. (En sus canciones se refieren a Staten Island como Shaolin). El grupo está formado por OCHO MC’s (después de la muerte de Ol’ Dirty Bastard en 2004, Cappadonna ingresó oficialmente al grupo). Todos sus miembros han lanzado álbumes solistas, y el grupo ha producido A diferentes grupos y solistas. Este era el plan desde el principio del grupo: convertirse en un imperio y tomar la comunidad hiphop con la saturación de buenos artistas.
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Los fundadores del Wu-Tang Clan fueron los primos GZA, Ol’ Dirty Bastard, y The RZA quienes habían previamente constituido el trío “Force Of The Imperial Master”, el cual fue más conocido como “All In Together Now” después de que publicasen un single con ese nombre. La frustración de los tres primos con los trabajos de la industria del hip hop proveería al futuro Wu-Tang la principal inspiración para el plan de negocios revolucionario que se le ocurriría a RZA al principio de los años 90: este plan incluia no seguir los procedimientos habituales de los grupos de rap de la época, ser underground y no ceder a la comercialidad, y musicalmente abandonar en gran parte las tipicas fuentes de sampleos de funk para tener un sonido claustrofóbico y místico sin preocuparse de pasar en la radio; aparte de esto, RZA fue el primero en traer las influencias de la cultura asiática y de las artes marciales dentro del grupo; y, junto con GZA, también ha introducido el concepto del ajedrez en la filosofía del grupo, está siendo una mezcla única de Hip-Hop, cultura asiática y fascinación por el ajedrez.
El Clan fue conocido por los fans del hip hop y por las principales discográficas en 1993 siguiendo el lanzamiento del single independiente “Protect Ya Neck”, que le dio inmediatamente al grupo un gran seguimiento underground. Aunque hubo cierta dificultad en encontrar una discográfica que permitiera firmar al Wu-Tang Clan mientras dejara a cada miembro grabar sus álbumes como solistas con otras discográficas, Loud/RCA finalmente accedió y el álbum debut Enter the Wu-Tang: 36 Chambers a finales de 1993 fue popular y aclamado por las críticas, aunque tomo un tiempo que ganase impetú. el hip hop había tenido ya antes una textura un poco forzosa, la agresión surreal y la producción minimalista de 36 Chambers tuvo un enorme impacto en el género, y fue masivamente influeyente en toda la década siguiente, llegando a inventar un estilo nuevo de hip-hop: el rap hardcore. A principios del siglo XXI, el álbum ha sido frecuentemente elegido en las listas de mejores álbumes de los noventa, y a veces incluso entre los mejores del Rap de todos los tiempos. El éxito de Enter the Wu-Tang: 36 Chambers estableció al grupo como una fuerza creativa e influyente a comienzos de 1990s, permitiendo a GZA, The RZA, Raekwon, Method Man, y al Ol’ Dirty Bastard negociar contratos como solistas.
DISCOGRAFIA 1993 Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)
1997 Wu-Tang Forever
2000 The W
2001 Iron Flag
2007 8 Diagrams
2014 A Better Tomorrow
2017 The Saga Continues
[Verse 1: Raekwon] I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Stayin’ alive was no jive Had secondhands, Mom’s bounced on old man So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth, yo, rockin’ the gold tooth, ‘Lo goose Only way I begin the G off was drug loot And let’s start it like this, son Rollin’ with this one and that one, pullin’ out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen Who was a fiend, started smokin’ woolies at 16 And runnin’ up in gates and doin’ hits for high stakes Makin’ my way on fire escapes No question, I would speed for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question, I would flow off and try to get the dough all Stickin’ up white boys in ball courts My life got no better, same damn ‘Lo sweater Times is rough and tough like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick-ass clique and went all out Catchin’ keys from ‘cross seas Rollin’ in MPV’s, every week we made forty G’s Yo, nigga, respect mine, or here go the TEC-9 Ch-chick-pow! Move from the gate now [Chorus: Method Man] Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y’all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y’all Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] It’s been twenty-two long, hard years, I’m still strugglin’ Survival got me buggin’, but I’m alive on arrival I peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world ‘cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make cream Which failed; I went to jail at the age of fifteen A young buck sellin’ drugs and such, who never had much Tryin’ to get a clutch at what I could not— The court played me short, now I face incarceration Pacin’, goin’ upstate’s my destination Handcuffed in the back of a bus, forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn’t be so rough But as the world turned, I learned life is hell Livin’ in the world no different from a cell Every day I escape from Jakes givin’ chase Sellin’ base, smokin’ bones in the staircase Though I don’t know why I chose to smoke sess I guess that’s the time when I’m not depressed But I’m still depressed, and I ask: what’s it worth? Ready to give up so I seek the old Earth Who explained workin’ hard may help you maintain To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be livin’ proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty’s runnin’ wild, smokin’ sess, drinkin’ beer And ain’t tryna hear what I’m kickin’ in his ear Neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted That what? That life is hectic [Chorus: Method Man & Inspectah Deck] Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y’all Cash rules everything around me (My niggas gots to do what they gotta do) C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y’all (To get through, know what I’m sayin’?) Cash rules everything around me (Because you can’t just get by no more) C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y’all (Word up, you gotta get over, straight up and down) Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y’all
[Verse 1: Raekwon] Machine-gun rap for all my niggas in the back Stadium packed, linebacker nigga flash stacks See through yellow lines, rock a fly jersey in the summertime, God Magic marker rap, bleed Benetton Relaxed, wrote this, comin’ at you crab-ass culprits Snatch your ice off, chillin’ in the back, throw the lights off Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow motion Thick snare, I’m feelin’ like a snail in the ocean What’s your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris? Melodic single, darts snap a nigga just like fish You fucked up, some rich niggas you done test, yo Select the wrong apartment and niggas pulled up your ‘dress Style, molest that, Canal chain, nigga, where your vest at? Flex’ll make me wanna bless that, yo Saddam Hussein niggas, light the torch, we flamin’ niggas Autograph that, flatten all the main niggas [Chorus: RZA & U-God] (It’s yours) The world in the palm of your hand (It’s yours) Twenty-three million of useful land (It’s yours) The seed and the black woman (It’s yours) Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan (It’s yours) Yo (It’s yours) [Verse 2: U-God] Super freak physique like Raphael Saadiq Baby love the ganja leaf every day of the week Super friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beats The night is right, I might find me a suite It’s a quarter full moon, I arrive, women swoon Well groomed, dance hall packed, full room Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom Keep in stride, smoke the la, smoke the boom Feel the fumes, consume toxic tunes Hellbound, species forty ounce typhoon The ultraviolet scream machine move your body touch The totem pole wobble, Ark builders, God’s thrust Beams of light, stop your breathin’, it’s huntin’ season Honey eye-ballin’ down for no reason Grab her close, play post, wind and wax floors Never mind the laws ‘cause tonight, it’s yours [Verse 3: RZA] Yo, stop the fader of the RAM, blast more watts through my pre-amp Them camps better revamp their shit or get blamped At full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle
Crack your skull like bottles, leave you stiff as models You fag, 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, bitch, the RZA I stand close to walls like Number 4 The Lizard And channel through solar panels, blast off like roman candles Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Wahoo McDaniel You cocker spaniel dogs can’t fuck with our catalog Put your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog [Verse 4: Inspectah Deck] It’s only natural, actual facts are thrown at you The impact’ll blow trees back and crack statues Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit, explicit I crystallize the rhyme so you can sniff it We live this, fitted hats low conceal the crooked eye No surprise, verbal stick up, put ‘em high Rebel I outlaw, split second on the draw Blow the door off the shit like bricks of C-4 [Chorus: RZA] (It’s yours) The world in the palm of your hand (It’s yours) Twenty-three million of useful land (It’s yours) The seed and the black woman (It’s yours) Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan (It’s yours) (It’s yours) (It’s yours) [Verse 5: Ghostface Killah] Check out my beaver, baby blue Glock in the safe Seen Dorothy in the Garden gettin’ skied, row eight We hold a belt, son, that’s my word Spot a rapper, run him down, throw him out in the third Yo, check it, I think like the man behind a register Evergreen smokin’ estates, Divine and Power made me treasurer With third down, six to go, flash his strobe lights I’m open, RZA hit me off lovely and I love him With root beer thoughts, here’s a tennis court for your birthday The babyface of rap politic with Sade Avengin’ eagle crooks, rock the W and Spiegel books Anheuser-Busch kings came through and stopped your whole juks Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes Painful like hearin’ the news like when your man go Ends blow, windy at times, watch the room Sexy girl love the shit out the song, now watch her water break [Chorus: RZA]
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