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[Ol Bastard]
What y'all think you 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
rub your ass in moonshine
Let's it back to seventy-nine

[Inspectah
I bomb atomically, philosophies
and prophecies can't define it how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically, perform armed
Flee with the lottery, they spotted me
shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine forensics
I inspect you, through the see millenium
Killa B's fifty gold, sixty platinum,
Shackling the matches with drastic rap
Graphic displays melting the steel blacksmiths
Black Wu queen B's ease the guns an'
patrolmen tearg as laced the function
Heads by the take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard demand more
Behold the soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin' like Shinobi
Stomp grounds I pound in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest

[Method
As the world turns, I spread like
Bless the globe the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn
It's my testament to those
Play my in the game of life, standing firm
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 of fire holding back, what?
My if you with me where the fuck you at?
Niggaz is strapped, and they to push my big cap
It's court adjourned, for the bad from bad sperm
Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, the blood
clot?, we pot and blow spots
You think twice, I think not
The Iron Lung got ta tell you where it's coming from
Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle
Rip through slums

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

[Ol Dirty
Da continues
Wu-Tang,

Olympic torch flaming, we burn so
The of victory, the agony of defeat
We slow, flaming deluxe slow
For, day come'th, conquer, it's war
us to escape, hell blows spinning bomb
Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden
Tune strictly shitty Kombat sound
The fateful step make, the stain the ground
A junkie, vigilante tantrum
A death kiss, cap off another anthem
Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with
My orchestra, graceful, music
My Sicily, rich California smell
An axekiller adventure, paint a picture
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, 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 was sober
Perpendicular to the square, we bold like Flare
Escape from Dragon's Lair, in particular
My beats travel like a vortex, through spine
to the top of the cortex
you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex
Enter through your ventricle clog up your bloodstream
heart terminal, like Grand Central
Program fat on Novation
Getting drunk like a fuck I'm five-year probation

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 nigga diss, close ones gone
Those who stray niggas get by the song

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

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

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