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[Ol Dirty
What y'all you wasn't gonna see me?
I'm the of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever,
It's like this
my niggaz and niggarettes
Let's do it like
I'ma rub your ass in
Let's it back to seventy-nine

[Inspectah
I atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and high prophecies can't define it how I be these
mockeries, lyrically, perform robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen
tremendous, ultra-violet shine forensics
I inspect you, through the future see
Killa B's sold gold, sixty platinum,
Shackling the matches drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melting the like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets B's ease the guns an'
Rumblein patrolmen tearg as laced the
Heads by the score flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard demand more
Behold the bold soldier, the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin' swords like
Stomp I pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your block

[Method
As the world turns, I spread like
the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn
It's my testament to burnt
Play my position in the game of life, firm
on foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan, the fire
Transform into the Ghostrider, a
and A Streetcar Desire, who got my back?
In the line of fire holding back,
My peoples if you with me where the you at?
Niggaz is strapped, and they trying to my big cap
It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad
Herb got my wig like a bad perm, what the blood
clot?, we smoke pot and spots
You wanna twice, I think not
The Iron ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from
Guns of Navarone, up your battle zone
Rip through slums

I twist darts the heart, tried and true
Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the rise
Certified chatterbox, vocabulary talking
Tell your story
cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid
Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme
So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get
My deadly nose supreme
Your fort is basic to mine
Domino effect, and crafts
contain cyanide
Take a ride on my dart, I got the dashin
catalogues for all to all praise to the Gods

[Ol Dirty
Da continues
Wu-Tang,

Olympic flaming, we burn so sweet
The thrill of victory, the agony of
We crush slow, flaming slow
For, judgment day come'th, conquer, war
Allow us to escape, hell blows bomb
full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms
Tune strictly shitty Mortal sound
The step make, the blood stain the ground
A jungle junkie, tantrum
A kiss, cap off squeeze another anthem
it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics
My orchestra, graceful, ballerinas
My music Sicily, California smell
An axekiller adventure, paint a well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, on ginseng
Righteous wax chaperone, rotating king

Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-cypher punks hold us
A thousand men in, not one nigga was sober
to the square, we stand bold like Flare
Escape from your Lair, in particular
My beats travel like a vortex, through your
to the top of the cortex
you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex
Enter through your right clog up your bloodstream
heart terminal, like Grand Station
Program fat baselines on
drunk like a fuck I'm ducking five-year probation

War of the masses, the outcome,
of the victim family save they ashes
A million names on walls engraved in
who went back, received penalties for the axe
Another hard nigga diss, close gone
who stray niggas get slayed by the song

[Masta
The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple wounds
and leaks that's heard
ninety-three miles away from came one
to represent the Nation, is a gathering
of the masses that come to pay to the Wu-Tang Clan
As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in
The high chief Jamel Irief, the stage
Light is through sparks of energy
from the that travels in rhyme form
Giving sight to the
The dumb are intrigued by the drum
Death only one can shell from
This relentless of the track spares none

[Ghostface
Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these niggaz laid back
Lampin the million black womens on my man's rag
Codeine was forced in drink
You had a Navy salamander fiend, fuck she never heard you scream
You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole numb
Blowing like Shalamar in
Sound convincing, dollar court by convention
Hairs like Liston, get fly permission holder
Fuck it, I'ma fasten wig, bad luck
I humiliate, separate the from the Dutch
it's me, black trouble Ali
to trees we like the Genovese
Is so? Caesar needs the greens
It's Earth, ninety-three million miles from the
turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz

Aiyyo decimation, gun in mouth talk, verbal foul off
Connect thoughts to my man Shai walk
Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the
New York gang world tranquilizer
the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives
While, my pen lines ferocious
Mediterranean, see ya, the one draft pick
sit down the beat God, delegate the God to see God
The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold
Track truck diesel, the weed God, substantiala
Max mostly, undivided, then it, it's sickening
Guaranteed to make you like Rod Strickland