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Artist : WU-TANG CLAN
 Triumph | WU-TANG CLAN[Ol Dirty Bastard] 
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me? 
I'm the Osirus of this shit 
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfucker 
It's like this ninety-seven 
Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes 
Let's do it like this 
I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine 
Let's take it back to seventy-nine 
 
[Inspectah Deck] 
I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies 
and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these 
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery 
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me 
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits 
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics 
I inspect you, through the future see millenium 
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum 
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics 
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths 
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in 
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function 
Heads by the score take flight incite a war 
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more 
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly 
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi 
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock 
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block 
 
[Method Man] 
As the world turns, I spread like germs 
Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn 
It's my testament to those burned 
Play my position in the game of life, standin firm 
on foreign land, jump the gun out the fryin pan, into the fire 
Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack 
and +A Streetcar Named Desire+, who got my back? 
In the line of fire holdin back, what? 
My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at? 
Niggaz is strapped, and they tryin to twist my beer cap 
It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm 
Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood 
clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots 
You wanna think twice, I think not 
The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from 
Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone 
Rip through your slums 
 
[Cappadonna] 
I twist darts from the heart, tried and true 
Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks 
Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin 
Tell your story walkin 
Take cover kid, what?  Run for your brother, kid 
Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies 
So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted 
My deadly notes reigns supreme 
Your fort is basic compared to mine 
Domino effect, arts and crafts 
Paragraphs contain cyanide 
Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion 
catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods 
 
[Ol Dirty Bastard] 
The saga continues 
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang 
 
[U-God] 
Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet 
The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat 
We crush slow, flamin deluxe slow 
For, judgment day cometh, conquer, it's war 
Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb 
Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms 
Tune spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound 
The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground 
A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum 
A death kiss, catwalk, squeeze another anthem 
Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics 
My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas 
My music Sicily, rich California smell 
An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well 
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng 
Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king 
 
[RZA] 
Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-Cypher-Punks couldn't hold us 
A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober 
Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like Flare 
Escape from your Dragon's Lair, in particular 
My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine 
to the top of your cerebrum cortex 
Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex 
Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream 
now terminal, like Grand Central Station 
Program fat baselines, on Novation 
Getting drunk like a fuck, I'm duckin five-year probation 
 
[GZA] 
War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous 
Many of the victim family save they ashes 
A million names on walls engraved in plaques 
Those who went back, received penalties for the axe 
Another heart is torn as close ones mourn 
Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song 
 
[Masta Killa] 
The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds 
and leaks sounds that's heard 
ninety-three million miles away from came one 
to represent the Nation, this is a gathering 
of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan 
As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage 
The high chief Jamel-I-Reef take the stage 
Light is provided through sparks of energy 
from the mind that travels in rhyme form 
Givin sight to the blind 
The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum 
Death only one can save self from 
This relentless attack of the track spares none 
 
[Ghostface Killah] 
Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back 
Lampin like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack 
Codeine was forced in your drink 
You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream 
You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb 
Blowin like Shalamar in eighty-one 
Sound convincin, thousand dollar court by convention 
Hands, like Sonny Liston, get fly permission  
Hold the fuck up, I'll unfasten your wig, bad luck 
I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch 
it's me, black nobled you Ali 
Came in threes we like the Genovese, is that so?   
Caesar needs the greens, it's Earth 
Ninety-three million miles from the first 
Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz 
 
[Raekwon] 
Aiyyo that's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk 
Connect thoughts to make my manchild walk 
Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser 
New York Yank' visor world tranquilizer 
Just a dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives 
While, my pen blow lines ferocious 
Mediterranean, see y'all, the number one draft pick 
Tear down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God 
The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula 
Track truck diesel, play the weed God, substantiala 
Max mostly, undivided, then slide in, sickenin 
Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland
  
 
 
  
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