Triumph Wu-Tang Clan What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me? I'm the Osiris of this shit Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers It's like this ninety-seven Aight, my niggaz an' my niggarettes Let's do it like this Imma rub your ass in the moonshine Let's take it back to seventy-nine I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies an' 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 millennium 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, die hard fans demand more Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly Proceeds to blow swingin' swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds an' pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, performin' live on your hottest block 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 An' '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 an' 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 an' blow spots You wanna think twice, I think not The Iron Lung ain't gotta tell you where it's comin' from Guns of Navarone, tearin' up your battle zone Rip through your slums I twist darts from the heart, tried an' 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 an' your six camp rhyme groupies So I can squeeze with the advantage an' get wasted My deadly notes reigns supreme Your fort is basic compared to mine Domino effect, arts an' crafts Paragraphs contain cyanide Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion Catalogs for all y'all to all praise to the Gods The saga continues Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Olympic torch flamin', 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 spinnin' 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 anesthesias 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 chaperon, rotatin' ring king Watch for the wooden soldiers, C Cypher Punks couldn't hold us A thousand men rushin' in, not one nigga was sober Perpendicular to the square, we stamp gold like Fleer 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 Gettin' drunk like a fuck, I'm duckin' five year probation 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 The track renders helpless an' suffers from multiple stab wounds An' 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 Yo, yo, Lampin' Codeine You had Bitches
yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back like them gray an' black Puma's on my man's rack was forced in your drink a Navy Green salamander fiend 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 green, it's Earth Ninety-three million miles from the first Rough turbulence, the wave burst, split the megahertz Aiyyo, that's amazin', gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk Connect thoughts to make my man child 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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