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Текст песни WU-TANG CLAN - Triumph

* PLEASE do not submit any more corrections to this songRealAudio sample[Ol Dirty Bastard]What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?I'm the Osiris of this shit( )
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckerIt's like this ninety-sevenAight my niggaz and my niggarettesLet's do it like thisI'ma rub your ass in the moonshineLet's take it back to seventy-nine[Inspectah Deck]I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophiesand hypothesis 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 you, through the future see milleniumKilla B's sold fifty gold sixty platinumShacklin the masses with drastic rap tacticsGraphic displays melt the steel like blacksmithsBlack Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns inRumble with patrolmen, tear gas 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 and 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 burnedPlay my position in the game of life, standin firmon foreign land, jump the gun out the fryin pan, into the fireTransform into the Ghostrider, a six-packand +A Streetcar Named Desire+, who got my back?In the line of fire holdin back, what?My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at?Niggaz is strapped, and they tryin 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 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 rocksCertified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkinTell your story walkinTake 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 dart, I got the fashioncatalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods[Ol Dirty Bastard]The saga continuesWu-Tang, Wu-Tang[U-God]Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweetThe thrill of victory, the agony, defeatWe crush slow, flamin deluxe slowFor, judgment day cometh, conquer, it's warAllow us to escape, hell glow spinning bombPocket full of shells out the sky, Golden ArmsTune spit the shitty Mortal Kombat soundThe fateful step make, the blood stain the groundA jungle junkie, vigilante tantrumA death kiss, catwalk, 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 cerebrum cortexMake you feel like you bust a nut from raw sexEnter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstreamnow terminal, like Grand Central StationProgram fat baselines, on NovationGetting drunk like a fuck, I'm duckin 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 heart is torn as close ones mournThose who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song[Masta Killa]The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds

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