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

Deck]
I atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and high prophecies can't define it how I be droppin
mockeries, lyrically, armed robbery
with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, when my pen hits
tremendous, shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see
B's sold fifty gold, sixty platinum,
Shackling the matches drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's the guns an'
Rumblein patrolmen tearg as laced the
by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe
Proceeds to blow swingin' swords like
Stomp grounds I pound footprints in solid
Wu got it locked, performin live on your block

Man]
As the world turns, I like germs
Bless the globe the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn
It's my testament to those
Play my position in the game of life, standing
on foreign land, jump the gun out the pan, into the fire
into the Ghostrider, a six-pack
and A Streetcar Desire, who got my back?
In the line of fire back, what?
My peoples if you with me where the you at?
Niggaz is strapped, and they trying to 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 pot and blow spots
You think twice, I think not
The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming
Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle
Rip your slums

I darts from the heart, tried and true
Loop my on the LP, martini on the slang rise
Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna
Tell your story
Take cover kid, what? Run for brother, kid
Run for team, and your six camp rhyme groupies
So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get
My deadly reigns supreme
Your fort is basic to mine
Domino effect, and crafts
Paragraphs contain
Take a ride on my dart, I got the dashin
catalogues for all to all praise to the Gods

[Ol Dirty
Da saga
Wu-Tang,

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

Watch for the wooden soldiers, punks couldn't hold us
A men rushing in, not one nigga was sober
Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold Flare
Escape from your Dragon's Lair, in
My travel like 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 up your bloodstream
heart terminal, like Grand Station
Program fat baselines on
Getting drunk like a fuck I'm five-year probation

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

Killa]
The track renders helpless and from multiple stab wounds
and leaks sounds that's
ninety-three miles away from came one
to the Nation, this is a gathering
of the masses that come to pay to the Wu-Tang Clan
As we in battle, the crowd now screams in rage
The high chief Jamel Irief, the stage
Light is provided through sparks of
the mind that travels in rhyme form
Giving to the blind
The dumb are intrigued by the drum
Death only one can save from
This relentless attack of the track spares

Killah]
Yo! Yo! Yo, that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back
like the million black womens on my man's rag
Codeine was forced in drink
You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, fuck she heard you scream
You two-faces, of the slum, I got your whole body numb
Blowing like Shalamar in
Sound convincing, thousand dollar court by
Hairs Sonny Liston, get fly permission holder
Fuck it, fasten your wig, bad luck
I humiliate, the English from the Dutch
it's me, black through Ali
Came to trees we the Genovese
Is that so? needs the greens
It's Earth, ninety-three miles from the first
Rough turbulence, the waveburst, the megahertz

Aiyyo decimation, gun in your talk, verbal foul off
Connect to make my man Shai walk
notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser
New York gang adviser world
Just the dosage, delegate my with explosives
While, my pen blow ferocious
Mediterranean, see ya, the one draft pick
sit down the God, then 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