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[Ol Dirty
What think you wasn't gonna see me?
I'm the Osiris of this
Wu-Tang is here forever,
It's this ninety-seven
Aight my niggaz and
do it like this
I'ma rub ass in moonshine
Let's it back to seventy-nine

Deck]
I bomb atomically, philosophies
and high prophecies define it how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically, perform armed
Flee the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion my pen hits
tremendous, shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the see millenium
Killa B's sold gold, sixty platinum,
Shackling the matches with rap tactics
Graphic displays melting the like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the an'
Rumblein patrolmen as laced the function
Heads by the score flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand
the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to swingin' swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds I footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on hottest block

Man]
As the world turns, I spread like
the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn
It's my testament to burnt
my position 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 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 bad sperm
Herb got my wig like a bad perm, what the blood
clot?, we smoke pot and blow
You wanna think twice, I not
The Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from
Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle
Rip through your

I twist darts from the heart, tried and
Loop my voice on the LP, on the slang rise
Certified chatterbox, vocabulary talking
Tell your story
Take kid, what? Run for your brother, kid
Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme
So I can with the advantage, and get wasted
My deadly nose supreme
Your fort is basic to mine
Domino effect, and crafts
Paragraphs contain
Take a free on my dart, I got the dashin
catalogues for all to all praise to the Gods

[Ol Dirty
Da saga
Wu-Tang,

Olympic torch flaming, we burn so
The of victory, the agony of defeat
We crush slow, flaming deluxe
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 Mortal Kombat sound
The fateful step make, the stain the ground
A jungle junkie, tantrum
A kiss, cap off squeeze another anthem
Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with
My orchestra, graceful, music
My music Sicily, California smell
An axekiller adventure, a picture well
I sing a from Sing-Sing, sippin 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 bold like Flare
Escape your Dragon's Lair, in particular
My beats travel a vortex, through your spine
to the top of the cortex
Make you feel like you bust a nut raw sex
Enter through your right ventricle clog up your
heart terminal, Grand 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 went back, received for the axe
Another hard nigga diss, ones gone
Those who stray niggas get by the song

Killa]
The track renders and suffers from multiple stab wounds
and leaks that's heard
ninety-three miles away from came one
to represent the Nation, is a gathering
of the masses come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan
As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in
The high chief Jamel Irief, the stage
Light is provided through of energy
from the mind travels in rhyme form
Giving sight to the
The dumb are mostly by the drum
only one can save shell from
This relentless attack of the track spares

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

Aiyyo decimation, gun in mouth talk, verbal foul off
Connect to make my man Shai walk
Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the
New York gang 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, then the God to see God
The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold
truck diesel, play the weed God, substantiala
Max mostly, undivided, then slide it, sickening
to make you jump like Rod Strickland