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Interpret:
Wu Tang Clan
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| Triumph
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Ol Dirty Bastard :
What yall thought yall wasnt gon see me?
Im the Osirus of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever -- motherfuckers
Its like this ninety-seven
Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes
Lets do it like this
Ima rub your ass in the moonshine
Lets take it back to seventy-nine
Verse one : Inspectah Deck
I bomb atomically, Socraces philosophies
and hy-po-theses cant define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically performed 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 Bs sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melting the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen Bs ease the guns in
Rumblin wit patrolmen teargas 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 I pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block
Verse two : Method Man
As the world turns, I spread like germs
Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn
Its my testament to those burned
Play my position in the game of life, standing firm
on foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan, into the fire
Transform into the Ghostrider, or Six Pack
In A Streetcar Named Desire, who got my back?
In the line of fire holding back, what?
My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at?
Niggaz is strapped, and they trying to twist my beer cap
Its 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 aint got ta tell you where its coming from
Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone
Rip through your slums
Verse three : Cappadonna
I twist darts from the heart, tried and true
Loot my voice on the LP, my team is on to slang rise
Certified chatterbox, vocabulary Donna talking
Tell your story walking
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 yall to all praise to the Gods
Ol Dirty Bastard :
The saga continues
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
Verse three : U-God
Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet
The thrill of victory, the agony defeat
We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow
For, judgment day cometh, conquer, in war
Allow us to escape, hell blows spinning bomb
Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms
Tune stripped to shitty Mortal Kombat sound
The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground
A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum
A death kiss, cap off 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
Verse four : RZA
Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-cypher punks couldnt hold us
A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober
Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like Flare
Escape from your Dragons Lair, in particular
My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine
to the top of your cerebral cortex
Make you feel like you bust a nut for raw sex
Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream
or terminal, like Grand Central Station
Program fat baselines, eye-no-vation
Getting drunk like a fuck and duckin five-year probation
Verse five : GZA
War of the masses, the outcome, disasterous
Many of the victim family save they ashes
A million names on walls engraved in plaques
Those who went back, received penalties for their acts
Another heart is torn, as close ones gone
Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song
Verse six : Masta Killa
The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds
and leaks sounds thats 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 Irief take the stage
Light is provided through sparks of energy
from the mind that travels in rhyme form
Giving 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
Verse seven : Ghost Face
Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back
Lampin like the million black womens on my mans rag
Codeine was forced in your drink
You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, bitches over heard you scream
You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb
Blowing like Shalamar in eighty-one
Sound convincing, thousand dollar court by convention
Hands like Sonny Liston, get fly permission hold tha
fuck up, Ima fasten your wig, bad luck
I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch
its me, Black Noble Drew Ali
came in threes we like the Genovese
Is that so? Caesar needs the greens
Its Earth, ninety-three million miles from the first
Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz
Verse eight : Raekwon
Aiyyo dats amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul off
Connect thoughts to make my man Shai walk
Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser
New York gank adviser world tranquilizer
Just the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives
While, my pen blow lines ferocious
Mediterranean, see ya, the number one traffic
sit 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 it, its sickening
Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland
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