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[Ol Dirty
What y'all you wasn't gonna see me?
I'm the of this shit
Wu-Tang is forever, motherfucker
It's this ninety-seven
Aight my niggaz and
Let's do it like
rub your ass in moonshine
Let's take it back to

Deck]
I bomb atomically, philosophies
and high prophecies can't define it how I be these
mockeries, lyrically, armed robbery
Flee the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine forensics
I inspect you, through the see millenium
Killa B's sold gold, sixty platinum,
Shackling the with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melting the like blacksmiths
Black Wu queen B's ease the guns an'
Rumblein tearg as laced the function
Heads by the score take incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe
Proceeds to blow swingin' like Shinobi
Stomp grounds I pound footprints in solid
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest

[Method
As the turns, I spread like germs
Bless the with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn
It's my testament to those
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 Named Desire, who got my
In the line of holding back, what?
My peoples if you me where the fuck 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 fried a bad perm, what the blood
clot?, we smoke pot and blow
You think twice, I think not
The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's from
Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle
Rip through your

I twist from the heart, tried and true
Loop my on the LP, martini on the slang rise
Certified chatterbox, 'Donna talking
your story walking
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 nose reigns supreme
Your fort is basic to mine
Domino effect, and crafts
Paragraphs contain
Take a free ride on my dart, I got the
for all y'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, flaming deluxe
For, judgment day come'th, conquer, war
us to escape, hell blows spinning bomb
Pocket full of shells out the sky, Arms
Tune strictly Mortal Kombat sound
The fateful make, the blood stain the ground
A jungle junkie, tantrum
A death kiss, cap off squeeze anthem
Hold it for ransom, with anesthetics
My orchestra, graceful, music
My music Sicily, rich smell
An axekiller adventure, paint a well
I sing a song Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng
Righteous wax chaperone, ring king

Watch for the soldiers, C-cypher punks couldn't hold us
A thousand men rushing in, not one was sober
Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold Flare
Escape your Dragon's Lair, in particular
My beats like a vortex, through your spine
to the top of the cortex
Make you like you bust a nut from raw sex
Enter your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream
heart terminal, like Central Station
fat baselines on Novation
Getting drunk a fuck I'm ducking five-year probation

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

[Masta
The track renders and suffers from multiple stab wounds
and leaks sounds heard
ninety-three million miles away from one
to the Nation, this is a gathering
of the masses that to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan
As we engage in battle, the now screams in rage
The high chief Irief, takes the stage
Light is provided through sparks of
from the mind travels in rhyme form
Giving sight to the
The are mostly intrigued by the drum
Death one can save shell from
This relentless attack of the track none

Killah]
Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, at all these crab niggaz laid back
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 body numb
Blowing like in eighty-one
Sound convincing, dollar court by convention
Hairs like Sonny Liston, get fly permission
Fuck it, I'ma fasten wig, bad luck
I humiliate, separate the English from the
me, black trouble through Ali
Came to we like the Genovese
Is that so? Caesar the greens
It's Earth, ninety-three million miles the first
turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz

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