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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] |
Agreed,but :wtf:
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what?..........
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werd
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wtf ur 10 damn
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This is a stupid thread, thats what :) |
lmfao man i fucked up the title
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Triumph was THE FUCCKKIIIIINNNNNNN SSSSHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!
we did it at my High school talent show :) |
lol thats whats up
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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 |
Shit thread..
Triumph is fucking classic but....When did you figure that out...... |
Aii ...... I Already Knew Wu-Tang Was hot ........but the Shocker Is ............
.................Your 10 Yrs Old? :roll: |
^ 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. |
damn deck killed that shit...i have yet too hear this song
dammint :mad: |
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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