Wu-Tang Clan - Triumph Lyrics

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ODB
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
 
'97
 
Aight
 
my
 
niggas
 
and
 
my
 
niggarettes
 
Let's
 
do
 
it
 
like
 
this
 
I'ma
 
rub
 
your
 
ass
 
in
 
the
 
moonshine
 
Let's
 
take
 
it
 
back
 
to
 
'79
Inspecta 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
 
Killa
 
Beez
 
sold
 
fifty
 
gold,
 
sixty
 
platinum
 
Shackling
 
the
 
masses
 
with
 
drastic
 
rap
 
tactics
 
Graphic
 
displays
 
melt
 
the
 
steel
 
like
 
blacksmiths
 
Black
 
Wu
 
jackets,
 
Queen
 
Beez
 
ease
 
the
 
guns
 
in
 
Rumble
 
with
 
patrol
 
men,
 
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
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
 
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
 
coming
 
from
 
Guns
 
of
 
Navarone
 
tearing
 
up
 
your
 
battle
 
zone
 
Rip
 
Through
 
your
 
slums
Capadonna
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
 
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
ODB
The
 
saga
 
continues
 
Wu-Tang,
 
Wu-Tang
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
 
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,
 
sipping
 
on
 
ginseng
 
Righteous
 
wax
 
chaperon,
 
rotating
 
ring
 
kings
RZA
March
 
of
 
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
 
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
 
sex
 
Enter
 
through
 
your
 
right
 
ventricle
 
clog
 
up
 
your
 
bloodstream
 
Heart
 
terminal
 
like
 
Grand
 
Central
 
Station
 
Program
 
fat
 
bass
 
lines
 
on
 
Novation
 
Getting
 
drunk
 
like
 
I'm
 
fucking
 
ducking
 
five-
 
year
 
probation
GZA
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
Masta Killa
The
 
track
 
renders
 
helpless
 
and
 
suffers
 
from
 
multiple
 
stab
 
wounds
 
And
 
leaks
 
sounds
 
that's
 
heard
 
93
 
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
 
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
 
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
 
niggas
 
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
 
Bitches
 
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
 
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,
 
93
 
million
 
miles
 
from
 
the
 
first
 
Rough
 
turbulence,
 
the
 
wave
 
burst,
 
split
 
the
 
megahertz
Raekwon
Ayo,
 
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,
 
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
 
sickening
 
Guaranteed
 
made
 
'em
 
jump
 
like
 
Rod
 
Strickland
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