Triumph (feat. Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, Method Man, Cappadonna, U-God, RZA, GZA, Masta Killa, Ghostface Killah & Raekwon)

What y'all thought y'all wasn't gonna see me?

I'm the Osiris of this shit

Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers

This '97

A'ight, my niggas and my niggarettes

Let's do it like this

I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine

Let's take it back to '79

I bomb atomically

Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses

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

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Tremendous, ultraviolet shine blind forensics

I inspect you, through the future see millennium

Killer Bees sold fifty gold, sixty platinum

Shackling 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, swinging swords like Shinobi

Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock

Wu got it locked, performing 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 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 trying to twist my beer cap

Is 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 want to 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

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 reigns supreme

Your fort is basic compared to mine

Domino effect, arts and crafts

Paragraphs contain cyanide

Take a free ride on my thought I got the fashion

Catalogs for all y'all to all praise to the Gods

The saga continues

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

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 glow spinning bomb

Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms

Tunes split 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 anesthesia

My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas

My music Sicily, rich California smell

The axe kill adventure, paint a picture well

I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sipping on ginseng

Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring kings

March of 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 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 cerebral 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 ducking 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 their acts

Another heart is torn as close ones mourn

Those who stray, niggas get slayed on the song

The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds

And leaks sounds that's heard

93 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 Arief 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

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 81

Sound convincing, thousand dollar cord 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, Noble Drew 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 wave burst, split the megahertz

Ayy-yo that's amazing, 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 sickening

Guaranteed made 'em jump like Rod Strickland