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Triumph

アーティスト:Wu-Tang Clan  アルバム:Wu-Tang Forever 

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(Ol Dirty Bastard) What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me? I'm the Osirus of this shit Wu-Tang is here forever - motherfuckers It's like this ninety-seven Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes Let's do it like this I'm a-rub your ass in the moonshine Let's take it back to seventy-nine (Inspectah Deck) 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 millenium Killa Beez sold fifty Gold sixty Platinum Shacklin' the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets, Queen Beez ease the guns in Rumble wit' 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 you hottest block (Method Man) As the world turn, I spread like germs Bless the globe with the pestilence, da 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 Ghostrider, a six-pack In a streetcar named Desire, who got my back? In the line of fire holdin' back, what? My people if you wit' me where the fuck you at? Niggaz is strapped, and they tryin' a 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 Da Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from Guns of Navarrone, tearin' up your battle zone, rip through your slums (Cappadonna) I twist darts from the heart, tried and true Loot my voice on the LP, my team is on to 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 fort is basic Compared to mine Domino effect, arts and crafts Paragraphs contain cyanide Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion Catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods (Ol Dirty Bastard) The saga continues Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang (U-God) Olympic torch flamin', we burn so sweet The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat We crush slow, flamin' deluxe slow For-, judgement day cometh, conquer, it's war Allow us to escape, hell glow spinnin' bomb Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms Tune spit the shit immortal combat sound The fake, false step make, the blood stain the ground A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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