Wu-Tang Clan "Triumph" lyrics

Triumph

What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?I'm the Osirus of this shitWu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckersIt's like this ninety-sevenAight my niggas and my niggarettesLet's do it like thisI'ma rub your ass in the moonshineLet's take it back to seventy-nine

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophiesAnd hypotheses can't define 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 view through the future see millenniumKilla Beez sold fifty gold sixty platinumShackling the masses with drastic rap tacticsGraphic displays melt the steel like blacksmithsBlack Wu jackets Queen Beez ease the guns inRumblin' patrolmen tear gas laced the functionHeads by the score take flight incite a warChicks hit the floor, die hard 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

As the world turns, I spread like germsBless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learnIt's my testament to those burnedPlay my position in the game of life, standing firmOn foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan, into the fireTransform into the Ghostrider, or Six PackIn 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 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 want to 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

I twist darts from the heart, tried and trueLoot my voice on the LP, my team is on to slang rocksCertified 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 notes reigns supremeYour fort is basic compared to mineDomino effect, arts and craftsParagraphs contain cyanideTake a free ride on my thought, I got the fashionCatalogs for all y'all to all praise to the Gods

The saga continuesWu-Tang, Wu-Tang

Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweetThe thrill of victory, the agony, defeatWe crush slow, flaming deluxe slowFor, judgment day come'th, conquer, it's warAllow us to escape, hell glow spinning bombPocket full of shells out the sky, Golden ArmsTune spit the shit immortal combat soundThe fake false 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 axe killer adventure, paint a picture wellI sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin' on ginsengRighteous wax chaperon, rotating ring king

Watch for the wooden soldiers, see-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 from raw sexEnter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstreamOr terminal, like Grand Central StationProgram fat baselines, on NovationGetting drunk like a fuck I'm duckin' five-year probation

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 their actsAnother heart is torn, as close ones goneThose who stray, niggas get slayed on the song

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-Ah-Rief take 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

Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggas laid backLampin' like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rackCodeine was forced in your drinkYou had a Navy Green salamander fiend, bitches 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 conventionHands like Sonny Liston, get fly permission hold theFuck up, Allah fasten your wig, bad luckI humiliate, separate the English from the DutchIt's me, Black Noble Drew AliCame in threes we like the GenoveseIs that so? Caesar needs the greensIt's Earth, ninety-three million miles from the firstRough turbulence, the wave burst, split the megahertz

Hey yo that's amazing, 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 gank 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, flex, the white-gold tarantulaTrack truck diesel, play the weed God, substantialaMax mostly, undivided, then slide it, it's sickeningGuaranteed, mad em jump like Rod Strickland

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