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[Ol Bastard]
y'all think you wasn't gonna see me?
I'm the of this shit
is here forever, motherfucker
It's this ninety-seven
my niggaz and niggarettes
Let's do it this
I'ma rub your ass in
take it back to seventy-nine

[Inspectah
I bomb atomically, philosophies
and high prophecies define it how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically, perform armed
Flee with the lottery, they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind
I inspect you, the future see millenium
B's sold fifty gold, sixty platinum,
Shackling the matches drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melting the steel like
Black Wu jackets B's ease the guns an'
Rumblein tearg as laced the function
Heads by the score take incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand
Behold the bold soldier, the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin' swords like
Stomp grounds I pound footprints in rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on hottest block

Man]
As the turns, I spread like germs
Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed learn
It's my testament to those
Play my in the game of life, standing firm
on foreign land, the gun out the frying pan, into the fire
into the Ghostrider, a six-pack
and A Named Desire, who got my back?
In the line of fire holding back,
My peoples if you with me 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 smoke pot and spots
You wanna twice, I think not
The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where coming from
of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone
Rip through slums

I darts from the heart, tried and true
Loop my on the LP, martini on the slang rise
Certified chatterbox, vocabulary talking
Tell story walking
Take kid, what? Run for your brother, kid
Run for your team, and six camp rhyme groupies
So I can squeeze the advantage, and get wasted
My deadly nose supreme
Your fort is compared 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 Bastard]
Da continues
Wu-Tang,

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

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 your Dragon's Lair, in particular
My beats travel a vortex, through your spine
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 Central
Program fat baselines on
Getting drunk like a fuck I'm ducking five-year

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

Killa]
The track renders helpless and from multiple stab wounds
and leaks sounds that's
ninety-three million miles away from one
to represent the Nation, is a gathering
of the that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan
As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in
The chief Jamel Irief, takes the stage
Light is provided through sparks of
from the mind travels in rhyme form
sight to the blind
The dumb are intrigued by the drum
Death only one can shell from
This attack of the track spares none

Killah]
Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all crab niggaz laid back
Lampin like the million black womens on my rag
was forced in your drink
You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, fuck she never heard you
You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole numb
like Shalamar in eighty-one
Sound convincing, thousand dollar court by
like Sonny Liston, get fly permission holder
Fuck it, I'ma fasten your wig, bad
I humiliate, the English from the Dutch
it's me, trouble through Ali
Came to trees we like the
Is that so? needs the greens
It's Earth, million miles from the first
turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz

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