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K.ontroverz.Y 08-29-06 01:15 AM

Im Kind of 10 years old But
 
WU TANG CLAN - TRIUMPH IS FUCKIN SICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOT DAMN


[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, motherfucker
It's like this ninety-seven
Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes
Let's do it like this
I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
Let's take it back to seventy-nine

[Inspectah Deck]
I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypothesis 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 you, through the future see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's 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

[Method Man]
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, standin firm
on foreign land, jump the gun out the fryin pan, into the fire
Transform into the Ghostrider, 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?
Niggaz is strapped, and they tryin to 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 ta tell you where it's coming from
Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone
Rip through your slums

[Cappadonna]
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 camp 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 flaming, we burn so sweet
The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat
We crush slow, flamin deluxe slow
For, judgment day cometh, conquer, it's war
Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb
Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms
Tune spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound
The fateful 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 anesthetics
My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas
My music Sicily, rich California smell
An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng
Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king

[RZA]
Watch for 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 cerebrum cortex
Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex
Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream
now terminal, like Grand Central Station
Program fat baselines, on Novation
Getting drunk like a fuck, I'm duckin five-year probation

[GZA]
War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous
Many of the victim family save they ashes
A million names on walls engraved in plaques
Those who went back, received penalties for the axe
Another heart is torn as close ones mourn
Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song

[Masta Killa]
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 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-I-Reef take 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

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz 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 court by 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 nobled you Ali
Came in threes we like the Genovese, is that so?
Caesar needs the greens, it's Earth
Ninety-three million miles from the first
Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz

[Raekwon]
Aiyyo that's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk
Connect thoughts to make my manchild walk
Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser
New York Yank' visor world tranquilizer
Just a 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



AND SO IS BONE THUGS - MO MURDA



[Hook:]
Mo murda mo murda
Come come again
[Repeat 8x]

[Verse 1: Krayzie Bone]

Dear Mr.Ouija,
Let 'em know who the boss is
So nigga you wanna get tossed in the river?
Nigga, put 'em in the mud see them pump blood, nigga no love,
Me show 'em the Bone when I grab that chrome,
Gotta haunt that dome,
Folla me roll stroll down East 1999
Gotta find these row hoes,
Nigga if you woke up and all of a sudden
Nigga you was off inna my hood?
I'm a, real thuggish nigga,
So a, I would have to kill ya so die,
Popped off to the coffin,
Pick up my pump dump chumps in the gutter pain,
Nigga got ta fucked up bang
Taking no shorts so fuck ya man,
Claim my thang to slang them bloody bodies,
Kill 'em all, send them hoes up in flames
Krayzie insane to the brain,
Hey we slay niggas who think we play,
Nigga, me deadly wid the gun,
Machete be dipped in rum,
Runnin' wid the gun steady buckin'
Leavin' them bodies dumped off in the alley for dead,
I'm near, kill 'em all, mo' murda mo' murda
That's what Ouija said,
Gotta put one in ya head, Bang,
We coming to serve ya,
Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda
Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Layzie Bone]

Will I die of murda bloody mo murda,
Living in the Land of the Heartless comin' up daily?
Until a me murda them all, I'm never gon' fall
So I'ma murda them baby
Get 'em up wid me thugs,
See 'em on the corner and they slangin' them drugs
Givin' up shots out to the glock glock
Eighty eight to the ten five,
Them killas be pumpin' them slugs,
Niggas be fiendin' me daily,
Me silence me twelve guage eruption,
And I'm on a road to destruction
And steady be bustin' and bodies be bustin' me,
Killa, with a buckshot, I'ma peel ya
Number one assassin's still the realer nigga
Down for my crime, niggas be down tryin' to stay to tha grind,
Niggas is going insane taking a shot to the brain, and man,
So call it a shame but what be the thang up offa this murda game?
And I'm feelin' not a bit remorseful,
My twelve guage just so forceful,
So playa hate when I'm in ya town
The nigga me bucking 'em down
And I'm giving up peace to the hustlas,
Thugstas and twelve guage pumpstas,
Drug 'em in gutters mo murda me style, now,
Put 'em on the ground, lay down,
Nigga check my thang the way that we swang
When I'm coming to serve ya,
Wid the nine cocked and it's ready to pop
Lettin' off shots Layzie be screamin'
Mo murda mo murda

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Wish Bone]

Gotta kill, get 'em nowhere to run
Can't get away from my shotgun
Leavin' them bodies fucked up,
Pump pump to the ground better leave it alone,
Nigga wanna die when fuckin' wid,
Mo Thug nigga we killed this bitch,
Now you wanna catch some bang bang
Nigga wanna die when I let my nuts hang,
What is it in me makes me feel like I gots ta murda ya?
You slip when I'm high, pullin' my trigger and nigga you die, soldier
Four killas we creepin' and comin' to hurt ya, mo murda
Better pack that five five,
I'm feelin' like killin' you dying tonite,
You don't wanna hear that glock pop,
When the glock pop pop don't stop,
We all about murda mo,
Finger on the trigger Mo Thug let go,
We straight from Cleveland,
Clack back nigga ya bleeding,
You don't wanna fuck wid Bone,
Pullin' that chrome now nigga ya gone
If you wanna die bye,
See you in the gutter let mama cry,
Watch Mo Thug Killas pump pump,
Put 'em in the ground with his head blown gone
Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Bizzy Bone]

Eternally thugstas die,
Will I die of murda now?
East ninety nine follow me grind
And all descending that body underground, way down
Me ride and everyone dies,
And I, rolling wid my killas,
And all ah my, thuggish ruggish niggas no lie,
Druggin' up bloody mo victims get 'em get 'em
That'll be little Ripsta, sinister
Kill y'all, put 'em in the river,
Bodies shiver, FUCK that nigga
Hit 'em up inside, minds be blowin' I'm dumpin'
Remember me spray 'em slay 'em guage 'em layin 'em
All up off inna the coffin,
Ready to fade 'em,
To buck or to shoot wid the twelve guage eruptions,
Creep out your seat would ya we come to stay
Found out none of my niggas was bluffing,
For the love of the murda man the murda game
The same but a bang bang bang,
Can't resist to bump you now pow run 'em all off
St Clair stays, down for the murda mo
Oh no, ho when a thugsta, stroll
Forty fours still pointed at the po-pos
Stop 'em drop 'em numb those 'til out cold they froze,
You know, nigga we can't be bluffing
We bannnggg insane,
When I put one to your temple,
Mo murda then blow out ya brain

Mo murda mo murda
Come come again,
Come bloody murda
['til fade]

Ysdat 08-29-06 01:22 AM

Agreed,but :wtf:

K.ontroverz.Y 08-29-06 01:25 AM

what?..........

KOOL COL-B 08-29-06 01:27 AM

werd

Sobe. 08-29-06 01:30 AM

wtf ur 10 damn

Ysdat 08-29-06 01:34 AM

Quote:
Originally Posted by K.ontroverz.Y
what?..........

This is a stupid thread, thats what :)

K.ontroverz.Y 08-29-06 01:35 AM

lmfao man i fucked up the title

∆ P E X X 08-29-06 01:46 AM

Triumph was THE FUCCKKIIIIINNNNNNN SSSSHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!


we did it at my High school talent show :)

K.ontroverz.Y 08-29-06 01:58 AM

lol thats whats up

N.Tavarez 08-29-06 09:18 AM

triumph IS the shit
dont even know who had the hardest verse cuz they were all hard but
probably deck did
that intro is classic

La Cosa Nostra 08-29-06 09:31 AM

Shit thread..

Triumph is fucking classic but....When did you figure that out......

Stanza. 08-29-06 09:39 AM

Aii ...... I Already Knew Wu-Tang Was hot ........but the Shocker Is ............

.................Your 10 Yrs Old? :roll:

Po' Wit. 08-29-06 04:21 PM

^ I think he meant he is 10 years late....

Cause' this is old... But I could be wrong.

Most likely that is what he means though.

Past Tense 08-29-06 04:53 PM

damn deck killed that shit...i have yet too hear this song

dammint :mad:

N.Tavarez 08-29-06 05:49 PM

i hope your lying^^^^^^^^
this song is about as good as group hip hop gets
and it didnt even have a hook!


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