Lyrics Wu–Tang Clan – Triumph
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Ol Dirty Bastard:
What y’all thought y’all wasn’t gon’ see me?
I’m the Osiris of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever motherfuckers
Aight my niggas and my niggarettes
Let’s do it like this
I’mma 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 dropping 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 Beez sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets Queen Beez 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 swinging swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked performing live on your hottest block
Method Man:
As the world turns I spread like germ
this 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 Ghost Rider a six-pack
and 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?
Niggas is strapped and they’re tryna 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 to 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 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 reign 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 God
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 flaming deluxe slow
For Judgment Day cometh conquer it’s war
Allow us to escape Hell globe spinning bomb
Pocket full of shells out the sky Golden Arms
Tunes spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound
The fake false 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 axe kill adventure paint a picture well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing sipping on ginseng
Righteous wax chaperon rotating ring kings
RZA:
Maech or 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 stay in gold like Flair
Escape from your dragon’s 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 from raw sex
Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream
heart terminal like Grand Central Station
Program fat basslines on Novation
Getting drunk like a fuck I’m ducking five-year probation
GZA:
War of the masses the outcome disastrous
Many of the victim families save their 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 mourn
Those who stray niggas 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 Irief takes 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
Ghostface Killah:
Yo! Yo! Yo fuck that look at all these crab niggas laid back
Lamping 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 overheard 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 cork-pop 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 Noble Drew Ali
Came in threes we like the Genovese
sazon season these degrees
it’s Earth ninety-three million miles from the first
Rough turbulence the wave burst split the megahertz
Raekwon:
Aiyo that’s amazing gun in your mouth talk verbal foul hawk
Connect dots to make my man child walk
Swift notarizer Blue-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 sickening
Guaranteed made ’em jump like Rod Strickland
Album
Wu–Tang Clan – Wu-Tang Forever
