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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 like this
Aight my and niggarettes
do it like this
I'ma rub your ass in
Let's it back to seventy-nine

Deck]
I atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and high prophecies can't define it how I be droppin
mockeries, lyrically, perform armed
with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen
tremendous, ultra-violet blind forensics
I inspect you, the future see millenium
Killa B's sold gold, sixty platinum,
the matches with drastic rap tactics
Graphic melting the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu queen B's ease the guns an'
Rumblein patrolmen as laced the function
Heads by the score take incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans more
Behold the soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin' swords Shinobi
Stomp grounds I pound footprints in solid
Wu got it locked, performin on your hottest block

[Method
As the world turns, I spread like
Bless the globe the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn
my testament to those burnt
Play my position in the of life, standing firm
on foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan, the fire
Transform into the Ghostrider, a
and A Named Desire, who got my back?
In the of fire holding back, what?
My peoples if you with me the fuck you at?
is strapped, and they trying to push my big cap
It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad
got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood
clot?, we pot and blow spots
You think twice, I think not
The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's from
Guns of Navarone, 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, 'Donna talking
Tell your walking
cover 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
fort is basic compared to mine
Domino effect, and crafts
Paragraphs cyanide
Take a ride on my dart, I got the dashin
for all y'all to all praise to the Gods

[Ol Bastard]
Da saga
Wu-Tang,

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

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

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

[Masta
The renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds
and leaks that's heard
ninety-three million miles away from one
to represent the Nation, this is a
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 of energy
from the mind travels in rhyme form
Giving to the blind
The dumb are mostly by the drum
Death one can save shell from
This relentless of the track spares none

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

Aiyyo decimation, gun in your mouth talk, foul off
Connect thoughts to make my man walk
Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the
New York gang adviser world
the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives
While, my pen blow lines
Mediterranean, see ya, the number one 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 jump Rod Strickland