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

Deck]
I bomb atomically, philosophies
and high can't define it how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically, armed robbery
Flee the lottery, possibly they spotted me
shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet blind forensics
I inspect you, the future see millenium
Killa B's sold gold, sixty platinum,
Shackling the with drastic rap tactics
displays melting the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's the guns an'
patrolmen tearg as laced the function
Heads by the score take flight a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand
Behold the soldier, control 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

Man]
As the turns, I spread like germs
Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed learn
my testament to those burnt
Play my in the game of life, standing firm
on land, jump 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 line of fire holding back,
My peoples if you with me where the you at?
Niggaz is strapped, and they to push my big cap
It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad
got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood
clot?, we pot and blow spots
You wanna twice, I think not
The Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from
Guns of Navarone, up your battle zone
Rip your slums

I darts from the heart, tried and true
Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang
Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna
Tell your story
cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid
Run for your team, and your six camp groupies
So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get
My deadly nose reigns
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 y'all to all praise to the

[Ol Dirty
Da saga
Wu-Tang,

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

Watch for the wooden soldiers, punks couldn't hold us
A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was
Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold Flare
from your Dragon's Lair, in particular
My beats travel a vortex, through your spine
to the top of the cortex
you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex
Enter through your right ventricle clog up your
heart terminal, like Grand Station
Program fat baselines on
Getting drunk like a fuck I'm ducking probation

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

[Masta
The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple wounds
and leaks sounds heard
ninety-three miles away from came one
to represent the Nation, is a gathering
of the masses that come to pay to the Wu-Tang Clan
As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in
The high chief Irief, takes the stage
Light is provided through of energy
from the mind that in rhyme form
Giving sight to the
The dumb are intrigued by the drum
Death only one can shell from
This relentless of the track spares none

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

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