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[Ol Dirty Bastard]What y'all think you wasn't gonna see me?I'm the Osiris of this shitWu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckerIt's like this ninety-sevenAight my niggaz and niggarettesLet's do it like thisI'ma rub your ass in moonshineLet's take it back to seventy-nine[Inspectah Deck]I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophiesand high prophecies can't define it how I be droppin thesemockeries, lyrically, perform armed robberyFlee with the lottery, possibly they spotted meBattle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hitstremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensicsI inspect you, through the future see milleniumKilla B's sold fifty gold, sixty platinum,Shackling the matches with drastic rap tacticsGraphic displays melting the steel like blacksmithsBlack Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns an'Rumblein patrolmen tearg as laced the functionHeads by the score take flight incite a warChicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand moreBehold the bold soldier, control the globe slowlyProceeds to blow swingin' swords like ShinobiStomp grounds I pound footprints in solid rockWu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block[Method Man]As the world turns, I spread like germsBless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learnIt's my testament to those burntPlay my position in the game of life, standing firmon foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan, into the fireTransform into the Ghostrider, a six-packand 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 capIt's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad spermHerb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the bloodclot?, we smoke pot and blow spotsYou wanna think twice, I think notThe Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming fromGuns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zoneRip through your slums[Cappadonna]I twist darts from the heart, tried and trueLoop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang riseCertified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkingTell your story walkingTake cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kidRun for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupiesSo I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wastedMy deadly nose reigns supremeYour fort is basic compared to mineDomino effect, arts and craftsParagraphs contain cyanideTake a free ride on my dart, I got the dashincatalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods[Ol Dirty Bastard]Da saga continuesWu-Tang, Wu-Tang[U-God]Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweetThe thrill of victory, the agony of defeatWe crush slow, flaming deluxe slowFor, judgment day come'th, conquer, it's warAllow us to escape, hell blows spinning bombPocket full of shells out the sky, Golden ArmsTune strictly shitty Mortal Kombat soundThe fateful step make, the blood stain the groundA jungle junkie, vigilante tantrumA death kiss, cap off squeeze another anthemHold it for ransom, tranquilized with anestheticsMy orchestra, graceful, music ballerinasMy music Sicily, rich California smellAn axekiller adventure, paint a picture wellI sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginsengRighteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king[RZA]Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-cypher punks couldn't hold usA thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was soberPerpendicular to the square, we stand bold like FlareEscape from your Dragon's Lair, in particularMy beats travel like a vortex, through your spineto the top of your cerebral cortexMake you feel like you bust a nut for raw sexEnter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstreamheart terminal, like Grand Central StationProgram fat baselines, eye-no-vationGetting drunk like a fucking skunk on five-year probation[GZA]War of the masses, the outcome, disastrousMany of the victim family save they ashesA million names on walls engraved in plaquesThose who went back, received penalties for the axeAnother hard nigga diss, close ones goneThose who stray niggas get slayed by the song[Masta Killa]The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab woundsand leaks sounds that's heardninety-three million miles away from came oneto represent the Nation, this is a gatheringof the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang ClanAs we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rageThe high chief Jamel Irief, takes the stageLight is provided through sparks of energyfrom the mind that travels in rhyme formGiving sight to the blindThe dumb are mostly intrigued by the drumDeath only one can save shell fromThis relentless attack of the track spares none[Ghostface Killah]Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid backLampin like the million black womens on my man's ragCodeine was forced in your drinkYou had a Navy Green salamander fiend, fuck she never heard you screamYou two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numbBlowing like Shalamar in eighty-oneSound convincing, thousand dollar court by conventionHairs like Sonny Liston, get fly permission holderFuck it, I'ma fasten your wig, bad luckI humiliate, separate the English from the Dutchit's me, black trouble through AliCame to trees we like the GenoveseIs that so? Caesar needs the greensIt's Earth, ninety-three million miles from the firstRough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz[Raekwon]Aiyyo decimation, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul offConnect thoughts to make my man Shai walkSwift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riserNew York gang adviser world tranquilizerJust the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosivesWhile, my pen blow lines ferociousMediterranean, see ya, the number one trafficsit down the beat God, then delegate the God to see GodThe swift chancellor, Lex, the white-gold tarantulaTrack truck diesel, play the weed God, substantialaMax mostly, undivided, then slide it, it's sickeningGuaranteed to make you jump like Rod Strickland
[Ol Dirty Bastard]What y'all think you wasn't gonna see me?I'm the Osiris of this shitWu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckerIt's like this ninety-sevenAight my niggaz and niggarettesLet's do it like thisI'ma rub your ass in moonshineLet's take it back to seventy-nine[Inspectah Deck]I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophiesand high prophecies can't define it how I be droppin thesemockeries, lyrically, perform armed robberyFlee with the lottery, possibly they spotted meBattle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hitstremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensicsI inspect you, through the future see milleniumKilla B's sold fifty gold, sixty platinum,Shackling the matches with drastic rap tacticsGraphic displays melting the steel like blacksmithsBlack Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns an'Rumblein patrolmen tearg as laced the functionHeads by the score take flight incite a warChicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand moreBehold the bold soldier, control the globe slowlyProceeds to blow swingin' swords like ShinobiStomp grounds I pound footprints in solid rockWu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block[Method Man]As the world turns, I spread like germsBless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learnIt's my testament to those burntPlay my position in the game of life, standing firmon foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan, into the fireTransform into the Ghostrider, a six-packand 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 capIt's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad spermHerb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the bloodclot?, we smoke pot and blow spotsYou wanna think twice, I think notThe Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming fromGuns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zoneRip through your slums[Cappadonna]I twist darts from the heart, tried and trueLoop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang riseCertified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkingTell your story walkingTake cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kidRun for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupiesSo I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wastedMy deadly nose reigns supremeYour fort is basic compared to mineDomino effect, arts and craftsParagraphs contain cyanideTake a free ride on my dart, I got the dashincatalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods[Ol Dirty Bastard]Da saga continuesWu-Tang, Wu-Tang[U-God]Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweetThe thrill of victory, the agony of defeatWe crush slow, flaming deluxe slowFor, judgment day come'th, conquer, it's warAllow us to escape, hell blows spinning bombPocket full of shells out the sky, Golden ArmsTune strictly shitty Mortal Kombat soundThe fateful step make, the blood stain the groundA jungle junkie, vigilante tantrumA death kiss, cap off squeeze another anthemHold it for ransom, tranquilized with anestheticsMy orchestra, graceful, music ballerinasMy music Sicily, rich California smellAn axekiller adventure, paint a picture wellI sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginsengRighteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king[RZA]Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-cypher punks couldn't hold usA thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was soberPerpendicular to the square, we stand bold like FlareEscape from your Dragon's Lair, in particularMy beats travel like a vortex, through your spineto the top of your cerebral cortexMake you feel like you bust a nut for raw sexEnter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstreamheart terminal, like Grand Central StationProgram fat baselines, eye-no-vationGetting drunk like a fucking skunk on five-year probation[GZA]War of the masses, the outcome, disastrousMany of the victim family save they ashesA million names on walls engraved in plaquesThose who went back, received penalties for the axeAnother hard nigga diss, close ones goneThose who stray niggas get slayed by the song[Masta Killa]The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab woundsand leaks sounds that's heardninety-three million miles away from came oneto represent the Nation, this is a gatheringof the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang ClanAs we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rageThe high chief Jamel Irief, takes the stageLight is provided through sparks of energyfrom the mind that travels in rhyme formGiving sight to the blindThe dumb are mostly intrigued by the drumDeath only one can save shell fromThis relentless attack of the track spares none[Ghostface Killah]Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid backLampin like the million black womens on my man's ragCodeine was forced in your drinkYou had a Navy Green salamander fiend, fuck she never heard you screamYou two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numbBlowing like Shalamar in eighty-oneSound convincing, thousand dollar court by conventionHairs like Sonny Liston, get fly permission holderFuck it, I'ma fasten your wig, bad luckI humiliate, separate the English from the Dutchit's me, black trouble through AliCame to trees we like the GenoveseIs that so? Caesar needs the greensIt's Earth, ninety-three million miles from the firstRough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz[Raekwon]Aiyyo decimation, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul offConnect thoughts to make my man Shai walkSwift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riserNew York gang adviser world tranquilizerJust the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosivesWhile, my pen blow lines ferociousMediterranean, see ya, the number one trafficsit down the beat God, then delegate the God to see GodThe swift chancellor, Lex, the white-gold tarantulaTrack truck diesel, play the weed God, substantialaMax mostly, undivided, then slide it, it's sickeningGuaranteed to make you jump like Rod Strickland