Karaoké Triumph Wu-Tang Clan

What y'all thought y'all wasn't gonna see me

I'm the Osiris of this shit

Wu-Tang is here forever

Motherfuckers

This like, this ninety-seven

Aight my niggas and my niggarettes

Let's do it like this

Imma rub your ass in the moonshine

Let's take it back to seventy-nine

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

Ultraviolet shine blind forensics

I inspect you through the future see millennium

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 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 germ

Bless the globe with the pestilence

The hard-headed never learn

This my testament to those burned

Play my position in the game of life, standin' firm

On foreign land, jump the gun out the fryin' 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 holdin' 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 comin' from

Guns of Navarone tearin' up your battle zone

Rip through your slums

I twist darts from the heart

Tried and true

Loop my voice on the LP

Martini on the slang rocks

Certified chatterbox

Vocabulary 'Donna talkin'

Tell your story walkin'

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 reign 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 flamin'

We burn so sweet

The thrill of victory

The agony of defeat

We crush slow

Flamin' deluxe slow for

Judgment Day cometh

Conquer, it's war

Allow us to escape Hell

Globe spinnin' 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 anesthesias

My orchestra, graceful

Music ballerinas

My music Sicily

Rich California smell

An axe kill adventure

Paint a picture well

I sing a song from Sing-Sing

Sippin' on ginseng

Righteous wax chaperon

Rotatin' ring kings

March of the wooden soldiers

C-Cypher-Punks couldn't hold us

A thousand men rushin' 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 bass lines on Novation

Gettin' drunk like I'm fuckin' 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 the 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

Ninety-three million miles away from came one to represent the Nation

This is a gatherin' 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

Givin' 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 never heard you scream

You two-faces scum of the slum

I got your whole body numb

Blowin' like Shalamar in eighty-one

Sound convincin'

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

Ninety-three million miles from the first rough turbulence

The wave burst

Split the megahertz

Ay yo that's amazin'

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 sickenin'

Guaranteed made 'em jump like Rod Strickland