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[Ol Dirty
What y'all think you gonna see me?
I'm the of this shit
Wu-Tang is forever, motherfucker
It's this ninety-seven
my niggaz and niggarettes
Let's do it like
I'ma rub ass in moonshine
take it back to seventy-nine

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

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

I twist from the heart, tried and true
Loop my on the LP, martini on the slang rise
Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna
Tell story walking
Take kid, what? Run for your brother, kid
Run for team, and your six camp rhyme groupies
So I can with the advantage, and get wasted
My deadly reigns supreme
Your fort is basic compared to
effect, arts and crafts
Paragraphs contain
Take a free on my dart, I got the dashin
catalogues for all to all praise to the Gods

[Ol Bastard]
Da saga
Wu-Tang,

Olympic torch flaming, we so sweet
The thrill of victory, the of defeat
We crush slow, flaming slow
For, judgment day come'th, conquer, war
Allow us to escape, hell blows spinning
Pocket full of out the sky, Golden Arms
Tune strictly shitty Mortal Kombat
The fateful make, the blood stain the ground
A junkie, vigilante tantrum
A death kiss, cap off squeeze anthem
Hold it for ransom, with anesthetics
My orchestra, graceful, music
My music Sicily, rich smell
An adventure, paint a picture well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on
Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring

Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-cypher punks couldn't us
A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was
to the square, we stand bold like Flare
Escape from Dragon's Lair, in particular
My travel like a vortex, through your spine
to the top of the cerebral
you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex
Enter through your right ventricle up your bloodstream
heart terminal, Grand Central Station
fat baselines on Novation
Getting drunk like a fuck I'm ducking five-year

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

[Masta
The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab
and sounds that's heard
million miles away from came one
to the Nation, this is a gathering
of the masses that to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan
As we engage in battle, the now screams in rage
The high chief Irief, takes the stage
Light is provided through of energy
from the mind that travels in form
Giving sight to the
The are mostly intrigued by the drum
only one can save shell from
This relentless attack of the track none

Killah]
Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz back
Lampin like the million black on my man's rag
Codeine was forced in drink
You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, fuck she heard you scream
You two-faces, of the slum, I got your whole body numb
Blowing like in eighty-one
Sound convincing, thousand dollar court by
Hairs like Liston, get fly permission holder
Fuck it, I'ma fasten wig, bad luck
I humiliate, the English from the Dutch
it's me, black trouble Ali
to trees we like the Genovese
Is that so? Caesar the greens
It's Earth, ninety-three miles from the first
turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz

Aiyyo decimation, gun in your talk, verbal foul off
Connect thoughts to my man Shai walk
notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser
New York gang adviser world
Just the dosage, delegate my Clan explosives
While, my pen blow ferocious
Mediterranean, see ya, the number one pick
sit down the God, then delegate the God to see God
The chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula
Track truck diesel, play the God, substantiala
Max mostly, undivided, then slide it, it's
Guaranteed to make you jump like Rod