MCTH - Triumphant lyrics

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MCTH - Triumphant lyrics

Triumphant by M.C.T.H [Intro] What's up my n***as and n***arettes? (What up) Big rest in peace to ODB man. (Um hum) Shoutout to the whole Wu-Tang Clan But right now, M.C.T.H. is in the building.(Damn Right) I know, it's a beautiful thing baby.(So Beautiful) Coming from the southside and westside of the Chi-Town.(Westside) I got my brother MC Tough with me. (I'm right here n***a) And yours truly, I be that n***a MC Hard (Hard, Let's do it baby) And we gon do it like this [Verse 1: Hard] I bomb atomically Socrates philosophies and hypoth - wait that's not my verse (It's not?) I need to put my flow up on the Deck and Inspect it Rea**ert myself (yeah fix that sh** man), check it , correct it, revamp it Then proceed to wreck it, and for the record I'm givin all the props to the Wu (they ain't nothin to f** with) Who do it like nobody do like I'm tryna do, flowin foolish That's it, my flow is reestablished, so with that being said (yeah i stumbled for a minute) I'm gettin up off the ground and dustin off my clothes And then I'm pickin up my Sox fitted, put it on, tilt it to the right Don't bang with the gangs (that ain't for me man) I keeps it right mane Cuz that's my style of course, I'm throwin up the forks From the plate to my mouth (I'm hungry man) You can catch me out south Bringin TH much clout wit my bro, that n***a M dot C dot T-O-UGH Them boys is good, the dream team of the hood, we bout to shoulder push Our way into the game cuz it's our time, bringin the pain to hoes n bros alike Some of em love us, some of em don't like us It doesn't matter cuz n***a we fighters sh**tin on n***as so pull out yo diapers, you king of the jungle? Then n***a we tigers, the biggest of cats, the bigger the cats the bigger the stacks Only two in a pack, our sk**s more potent than alcohol in fact n***as get, back we up to bat (It's out of the park) Ain't no way that we won't be triumphant, I can anticipate the trumpets Matter of time until we bumpin out of the cars, out of the clubs All of the geeks, all of the thugs, the M the C the T the H We ushering in a brand new day for rap, we throwin the craps This is roulette we bettin on black, two in fact, the odds are stacked? Naw ain't none of that, it's only one choice: We gots to make it So success, we bout to take it! I got my n***a behind me, even the chick on the track She got me, therefore I'm good to go so here's the baton, now n***a u flow! [Verse 2: Tough] (Aight I'm ready) I'm ready to go for Chica-G-O, music's my focus, the mic's my post Like I'm security on the block watchin for them folks joe (I see em) Flowin over these melodic notes, I simply don't mean to brag or boast But cut the ribbons and man the floats, chuck yo cups and demand a toast To two brothers from the Chi who's never shy when reciting the words we wrote Reacting to the superb tempo of the Wu Tang Clan (Wu Tang) I do slang rhymes like it's c**aine man, pure uncut lyrical dope So, I guess I'm a dealer, lesser emcees do fear us, our hardcore fans revere us As two of the illest, really the realest, the greatest to ever pen these pages Quite courageous, magically mending these tracks together like mages (I don't know how we do it) Quite contagious, the music we makin is meant to live on for ages The basis? Is to aim for greatness, even though we underground like in the Basement Let me holla at yo ears, cuz it seems to me they're quite vacant And as your tenant, let's get to business, it's confirmed n***a I'm renting And you won't get paid in dinero (no money here man) more like digital downloads Or an occasional round disc, have yo radio poundin our sh** And did I mention a couple of listens'll make you a certified ad-dict (you'll be hooked) You'll find yourself wishin and missin and scratchin and itchin And feenin for that fix, we gotcha (aw i gotcha) This house'll supply you with hit after hit But careful with your approach because it's evil at this resident T-Virus gon spread to ensure M.C.T.H. stay relevant and prevalant You'll think these n***as heaven sent, Cole, drop the Keyshia (I love you Keyshia) Cuz you f**in with two elephants in this room, in you should tune Flows are fat Joe, knockin on the industry's front door We're the squad bringin terror in this era So I suppose my opposition need to run, carrying a lyrically loaded gun Spittin blue magic from the lungs n***a! [Chorus] M dot C dot T dot H... Dot Stop the clock, check yo watch, it's time to hate? No! Request denied, we tryna grind and find a way To bring a change like Obama - Maintaing Chi Town's Honor! M dot C dot T dot H... Dot Stop the clock, check yo watch, it's time to hate? No! Request denied, we tryna grind and find a way To bring a change like Obama - Maintaing Chi Town's Honor!