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

Deck]
I bomb atomically, philosophies
and high prophecies define it how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically, armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly spotted me
shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine forensics
I inspect you, the future see millenium
B's sold fifty gold, sixty platinum,
Shackling the matches with 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 flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, fans demand more
the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin' like Shinobi
Stomp I pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin on your hottest block

[Method
As the turns, I spread like germs
Bless the globe with the pestilence, the never learn
my testament to those burnt
Play my position in the game of life, standing
on foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan, into the
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 from bad sperm
got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood
clot?, we smoke pot and blow
You wanna think twice, I not
The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where coming from
Guns of Navarone, tearing up battle zone
Rip through slums

I darts from the heart, tried and true
my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rise
Certified chatterbox, vocabulary talking
Tell your walking
Take cover kid, Run for your brother, kid
Run for your team, and six camp rhyme groupies
So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get
My deadly nose supreme
Your fort is compared to mine
Domino effect, arts and
contain cyanide
Take a ride on my dart, I got the dashin
for all y'all to all praise to the Gods

[Ol Dirty
Da saga
Wu-Tang,

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

Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-cypher punks couldn't us
A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was
Perpendicular to the square, we bold like Flare
Escape from your Lair, in particular
My beats travel like a vortex, through your
to the top of the cortex
Make you like you bust a nut from raw sex
Enter through your right ventricle clog up 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 save they ashes
A million names on engraved in plaques
Those who back, received penalties for the axe
Another nigga diss, close ones gone
Those who stray get slayed by the song

Killa]
The track helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds
and sounds that's heard
million miles away from came 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 sparks of energy
from the mind that in rhyme form
Giving sight to the
The are mostly intrigued by the drum
Death one can save shell from
relentless attack of the track spares none

[Ghostface
Yo! Yo! Yo, that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back
Lampin like the black womens on my man's rag
Codeine was in your drink
You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, fuck she never you scream
You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body
like Shalamar in eighty-one
Sound convincing, thousand court by convention
Hairs like Sonny Liston, get fly permission
Fuck it, I'ma your wig, bad luck
I humiliate, separate the from the Dutch
me, black trouble through Ali
Came to trees we the Genovese
Is so? Caesar needs 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
thoughts to make my man Shai walk
Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the
New gang adviser world tranquilizer
Just the dosage, delegate my Clan with
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 tarantula
Track diesel, play the weed God, substantiala
Max mostly, undivided, then it, it's sickening
Guaranteed to make you like Rod Strickland