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

Deck]
I atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and high can't define it how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically, armed robbery
with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen
tremendous, ultra-violet blind forensics
I inspect you, through the see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold, platinum,
Shackling the matches with 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 flight a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand
Behold the bold soldier, the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin' like Shinobi
Stomp grounds I pound in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin on your hottest block

Man]
As the turns, I spread like germs
Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed learn
It's my testament to burnt
Play my in the game of life, standing firm
on foreign land, the gun out the frying pan, into the fire
Transform into the Ghostrider, a
and A Named Desire, who got my back?
In the line of fire back, what?
My if you with me where the fuck you at?
Niggaz is strapped, and they to push my big cap
It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad
Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, the blood
clot?, we pot and blow spots
You wanna twice, I think not
The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming
of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone
Rip through your

I twist darts from the heart, tried and
Loop my on the LP, martini on the slang rise
Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna
your story walking
Take cover kid, Run for your brother, kid
Run for team, and your six camp rhyme groupies
So I can squeeze the advantage, and get wasted
My deadly nose reigns
Your fort is basic compared to
Domino effect, arts and
Paragraphs cyanide
Take a free on my dart, I got the dashin
catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the

[Ol Bastard]
Da saga
Wu-Tang,

Olympic torch flaming, we burn so
The thrill of victory, the agony of
We crush slow, flaming slow
For, judgment day come'th, conquer, war
us to escape, hell blows spinning bomb
Pocket full of shells out the sky, Arms
Tune shitty Mortal Kombat sound
The fateful step make, the blood stain the
A jungle junkie, vigilante
A death kiss, cap off squeeze another
Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with
My orchestra, graceful, ballerinas
My Sicily, rich California smell
An axekiller adventure, paint a well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, on ginseng
Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring

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

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

[Masta
The track renders helpless and 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 now screams in rage
The chief Jamel Irief, takes the stage
Light is provided sparks of energy
from the that travels in rhyme form
Giving sight to the
The dumb are mostly intrigued by the
Death one can save shell from
This relentless of the track spares none

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

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