Tiumph lyrics

Artist  : Wu tang clan 
Song : Tiumph
 
[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 
[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  [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 your
cerebral cortex Make you feel like you bust a nut
for raw sex Enter through your right ventricle
clog up your bloodstream heart terminal, like
Grand Central Station Program fat baselines,
eye-no-vation Getting drunk like a fucking skunk
on 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
traffic sit down the beat God, then delegate the
God to see God The swift chancellor, Lex, 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