GZA - Triumph lyrics

[Produced by RZA] / [Directed by Brett Ratner] [Intro: Ol' Dirty ba*tard] What y'all thought y'all wasn't gonna see me I'm the Osiris of this sh** Wu-Tang is here forever, motherf**ers This '97 Aight my n***as and my n***arettes Let's do it like this I'ma rub your a** in the moonshine Let's take it back to '79 [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses Can't define how I be dropping 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 k**er Beez sold fifty gold, sixty platinum Shackling the ma**es with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets, Queen Bees 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, die hard fans demand more Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly Proceeds to blow, swinging swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, performing live on your hottest block [Verse 2: Method Man] 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 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 f** you at? n***as is strapped and they're tryna twist my beer cap It's court adjourned for the bad seed from bad s**m Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm What the blood clot? We smoke pot and blow spots You want to 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 [Verse 3: 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 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 reign supreme, your fort 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 [Interlude: Ol' Dirty ba*tard] The saga continues Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang [Verse 4: U-God] 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 sh**ty Mortal Kombat sound The fake false step make the blood stain the ground A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum A d**h kiss catwalk, squeeze another anthem Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anaesthesias My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas My music Sicily, rich California smell An axe k** adventure, paint a picture well I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sipping on ginseng Righteous wax chaperon, rotating ring kings [Verse 5: RZA] March of the wooden soldiers, C-Cypher-Punks couldn't hold us A thousand men rushing in, not one n***a was sober Perpendicular to the square we stay in gold like Flair 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 s** Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream Heart terminal like Grand Central Station Program fat ba** lines on Novation Getting drunk like a f**, I'm ducking five-year probation [Verse 6: GZA] War of the ma**es, 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, n***as get slayed on the song [Verse 7: Masta k**a] 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 ma**es 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 d**h only one can save self from This relentless attack of the track spares none [Verse 8: Ghostface k**ah] Yo Yo Yo, f** that, look at all these crab n***as laid back Lamping 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, b**hes 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 f** 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, is that so? Ceaser needs the greens, it's Earth Ninety-three million miles from the first Rough turbulence, the wave burst, split the megahertz [Verse 9: Raekwon] Aiyo 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 world 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