Triumph - Instrumental

What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?

I'm the Osiris of this shit

Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers

This like, this '97

Aight my niggas and my niggarettes

Let's do it like this

I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine

Let's take it back to '79

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses

Can't define how I be droppin' these mockeries

Lyrically perform armed robbery

Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me

Battle-scarred Shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous

Ultra-violet shine blind forensics

I inspect view through the future see millennium

Killa Beez sold fifty gold, sixty platinum

Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics

Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths

Black Wu jackets, Queen Beez ease the guns in

Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function

Heads by the score take flight, incite a war

Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more

Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly

Proceeds to blow, swingin' swords like Shinobi

Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock

Wu got it locked, performin' live on your hottest block

As the world turns, I spread like germs

Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn

It's my testament to those burned

Play my position in the game of life, standing firm

On foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan

Into the fire, transform into the Ghost Rider

A six-pack and A Streetcar Named Desire

Who got my back? In the line of fire, holding back

What? My peoples if you with me, where the fuck you at?

Niggas is strapped and they tryna twist my beer cap

It's court adjourned for the bad seed from bad sperm

Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm

What the blood clot? We smoke pot, and blow spots

You wanna think twice? I think not

The Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's coming from

Guns of Navarone tearing up your battle zone

Rip through your slums

I twist darts from the heart, tried and true

Loot my voice on the LP

Martini on the slang rocks, certified chatterbox

Vocabulary 'Donna talking, tell your story walking

Take cover, kid, what? Run for your brother, kid

Run for your team, and your "six can't rhyme" groupies

So I can squeeze with the advantage and get wasted

My deadly notes reigns supreme

Your thought is basic compared to mine

Domino effect, arts and crafts, paragraphs contain cyanide

Take a free ride on my thought

I got the fashion catalogs for all y'all to all praise due to God

The saga continues

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet

The thrill of victory, the agony of defeat

We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow for

Judgment Day cometh, conquer, it's war

Allow us to escape Hell, globe spinning bomb

Pocket full of shells out the sky Golden Arms

Tunes spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound

The fake false step make the blood stain the ground

A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum

A death kiss catwalk, squeeze another anthem

Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthesia

My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas

My music Sicily, rich California smell

An axe killer adventure, paint a picture well

I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin' on ginseng

Righteous wax chaperon, rotating ring king

March of the wooden soldiers, C-Cypher Punks couldn't hold us

A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober

Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like Flare

Escape from your dragon's lair

In particular, my beats travel like a vortex

Through your spine to the top of your cerebral cortex

Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex

Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream

Heart terminal like Grand Central Station

Program fat baselines on Novation

Getting drunk like I'm fucking duckin' five-year probation

War of the masses, the outcome disastrous

Many of the victim families save their ashes

A million names on walls, engraved in plaques

Those who went back received penalties for their acts

Another heart is torn as close ones mourn

Those who stray, niggas get slayed on the song

The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds

And leaks sounds that's heard

93 million miles away from

Came one to represent the Nation

This is a gathering of the masses

That come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan

As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage

The high chief Jamel Irief takes the stage

Light is provided through sparks of energy

From the mind that travels in rhyme form

Giving sight to the blind

The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum

Death only one can save self from

This relentless attack of the track spares none

Yo, yo, yo, fuck that

Look at all these crab niggas laid back

Lampin' like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack

Codeine was forced in your drink

You had a navy green salamander fiend

Bitches overheard you scream

You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb

Blowing like Shalamar in '81

Sound convincing, thousand dollar cork-pop convention

Hands like Sonny Liston, get fly permission

Hold the fuck up, I'll unfasten your wig, bad luck

I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch

It's me, Black Noble Drew Ali, came in threes

We like the Genovese, sazon season these degrees

It's Earth, 93 million miles from the first

Rough turbulence, the wave burst, split the megahertz

Ayo, that's amazing

Gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk

Connect thoughts to make my man child walk

Swift notarizer, Blue-Tang, all up in the high-riser

New York Yank visor, word tranquilizer

Adjust the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives

While, my pen blow lines ferocious

Mediterranean, see y'all, the number one draft pick

Tear down the beat, God, then delegate the God to see God

The swift chancellor, flex the white gold tarantula

Track truck diesel, play the weed God substantiala

Max mostly, undivided then slide in sickening

Guaranteed made 'em jump like Rod Strickland