Triumph Lyrics - Essential Wu-tang Clan - Wu-tang Clan

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

I'm the Osirus of this shit 

Wu-Tang is here forever - motherfuckers 

It's like this ninety-seven 

Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes 

Let's do it like this 

I'm a-rub your ass in the moonshine 

Let's take it back to seventy-nine 

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies 

And hypotheses 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 view through the future see millenium 

Killa Beez sold fifty Gold sixty Platinum 

Shacklin' the masses with drastic rap tactics 

Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths 

Black Wu jackets, Queen Beez ease the guns in 

Rumble wit' patrolmen tear gas 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 and pound footprints in solid rock 

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Wu got it locked, performin' live on you hottest block 

As the world turn, I spread like germs 

Bless the globe with the pestilence, da 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 Ghostrider, a six-pack 

In a streetcar named Desire, who got my back? 

In the line of fire holdin' back, what? 

My people if you wit' me where the fuck you at? 

Niggaz is strapped, and they tryin' a 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 

Da Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from 

Guns of Navarrone, tearin' up your battle zone, rip through your slums 

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I twist darts from the heart, tried and true 

Loot my voice on the LP, my team is on to 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 can't 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 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-, judgement 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 shit immortal combat sound 

The fake, false step make, the blood stain the ground 

A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum 

A death kiss, cap off squeeze another anthem 

Hold it for ransom, tranquilised 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 

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 your cerebral cortex 

Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex 

Enter-through-your-right-ventricle-clog-up your bloodstream High Terminal 

Like Grand Central Station, program fat baselines on Novation 

Getting drunk like a fuck I'm duckin five-year probation 

War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous 

Many of the victims' families 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 

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-Ah-Rief 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 

Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back 

Lampin' like them gray and black Pumas on my man's rack 

Codeine was forced in your drink, You had a navy dream 

Salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream 

You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb 

Blowing like Shalamar in eighty-one 

Sound convincin', thousand dollar court by convention 

Hands like Sonny Liston, get fly permission 

Hold tha fuck up, Allah fasten 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 waveburst, split the megahertz 

Aiyyo dat's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk 

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, it's sickening 

Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland