Tiumph Lyrics - Wu-tang Clan

[Ol Dirty Bastard] 

What y'all think you wasn't gonna see me? 

I'm the Osiris of this shit 

Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfucker 

It's like this ninety-seven 

Aight my niggaz and niggarettes 

Let's do it like this 

I'ma rub your ass in moonshine 

Let's take it back to seventy-nine 

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[Inspectah Deck] 

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies 

and high prophecies can't define it 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, 

Shackling the matches with drastic rap tactics 

Graphic displays melting the steel like blacksmiths 

Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns an' 

Rumblein patrolmen tearg as 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 

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[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 burnt 

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, 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? 

Niggaz is strapped, and they trying to push my big 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 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 nose 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 dashin 

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

[Ol Dirty Bastard] 

Da saga continues 

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang 

[U-God] 

Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet 

The thrill of victory, the agony of defeat 

We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow 

For, judgment day come'th, conquer, it's war 

Allow us to escape, hell blows spinning bomb 

Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms 

Tune strictly 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 

[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 the 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 baselines 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 family save they ashes 

A million names on walls engraved in plaques 

Those who went back, received penalties for the axe 

Another hard nigga diss, close ones gone 

Those who stray niggas get slayed by 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 shell 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 the million black womens on my man's rag 

Codeine was forced in your drink 

You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, fuck she never 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 

Hairs like Sonny Liston, get fly permission holder 

Fuck it, I'ma fasten your wig, bad luck 

I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch 

it's me, black trouble through Ali 

Came to trees 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 decimation, 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 gang adviser world tranquilizer 

Just the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives 

While, my pen blow lines ferocious 

Mediterranean, see ya, the number one draft pick 

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, it's sickening 

Guaranteed to make you jump like Rod Strickland