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[Ol Dirty
What think you wasn't gonna see me?
I'm the Osiris of shit
Wu-Tang is forever, motherfucker
It's like this
my niggaz and niggarettes
Let's do it like
I'ma rub your ass in
Let's take it to seventy-nine

[Inspectah
I bomb atomically, philosophies
and high prophecies can't define it how I be these
mockeries, lyrically, perform armed
Flee with the lottery, possibly spotted me
shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see
Killa B's sold fifty gold, platinum,
Shackling the with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melting the like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets B's ease the guns an'
Rumblein patrolmen as laced the function
Heads by the score take flight a war
Chicks hit the floor, fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, the globe slowly
to blow swingin' swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds I pound in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your block

[Method
As the world turns, I like germs
Bless the globe the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn
It's my to those burnt
Play my position in the game of life, firm
on foreign land, the gun out the frying pan, into the fire
Transform into the Ghostrider, a
and A Streetcar Desire, who got my back?
In the of fire holding back, what?
My peoples if you me where the fuck you at?
is strapped, and they trying to push my big cap
It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad
Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the
clot?, we pot and blow spots
You think twice, I think not
The Iron Lung ain't got ta you where it's coming from
Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle
Rip your slums

I twist darts from the heart, and true
my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rise
Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna
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 reigns supreme
Your fort is compared to mine
effect, arts and crafts
Paragraphs cyanide
Take a free on my dart, I got the dashin
catalogues for all to all praise to the Gods

[Ol Bastard]
Da saga
Wu-Tang,

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

Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-cypher punks hold 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 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 Central Station
Program fat on Novation
drunk like a fuck I'm ducking five-year probation

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

Killa]
The track helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds
and leaks sounds heard
ninety-three million miles away came one
to represent the Nation, is a gathering
of the masses that come to pay respects to the Clan
As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in
The high Jamel Irief, takes the stage
Light is provided through of energy
from the mind that in rhyme form
Giving sight to the
The are mostly 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 these niggaz laid back
Lampin the million black womens on my man's rag
was forced in your drink
You had a Green salamander fiend, fuck she never heard you scream
You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body
Blowing like Shalamar in
Sound convincing, thousand dollar by convention
like Sonny Liston, get fly permission holder
Fuck it, I'ma your wig, bad luck
I humiliate, the English from the Dutch
it's me, trouble through Ali
Came to we like the Genovese
Is that so? needs the greens
It's Earth, ninety-three million miles from the
Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the

Aiyyo decimation, gun in your talk, verbal foul off
Connect thoughts to my man Shai walk
notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser
New York gang adviser tranquilizer
Just the dosage, delegate my Clan with
While, my pen lines ferocious
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, slide it, it's sickening
Guaranteed to make you jump Rod Strickland