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letra de triumph (video version) - wu-tang clan

[produced by rza] / [directed by brett ratner]

[tv speaker]
we’ve just received a report that new york city is under attack by swarms of k!ller bees. they’ve been seen approaching from brooklyn, the bronx, queens, and staten island. we urge you to stay in your homes at this time, as we will be bringing you up-to-the-minute information. this just in: police are reporting that there’s a man on top of a skyscr-per, ready to jump. i’m told that he is possibly ol’ dirty, a member of the wu-tang clan. the police suspect that there could be some connection between this old dirty man, and the k!ller bees

[intro: ol’ dirty b-st-rd]
what y’all thought y’all wasn’t gonna see me
i’m the osiris of this sh-t
wu-tang is here forever, motherf-ckers
this ’97
aight my n-ggas and my n-ggarettes
let’s do it like this
i’ma rub your -ss 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!ller beez sold fifty gold, sixty platinum
shackling the m-sses 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 shin0bi
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-ck you at?
n-ggas is strapped and they’re 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 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 b-st-rd]
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 h-ll globe spinning bomb
pocket full of sh-lls out the sky, golden arms
tunes spit the sh-tty 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 anaesthesias
my orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas
my music sicily, rich california smell
an axe k!ll 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-gga was sober
perpendicular to the square we’re staying 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-x
enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream
heart terminal like grand central station
program fat b-ss lines on novation
getting drunk like a f-ck, i’m ducking five-year probation

[verse 6: gza]
war of the m-sses, 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-ggas get slayed on the song

[verse 7: masta k!lla]
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 m-sses
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

[verse 8: ghostface k!llah]
yo, yo yo; f-ck that, look at all these crab n-ggas 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-tches overheard you scream
you two-faces, sc-m 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-ck up, i’ll unfasten your wig, bad luck
i humiliate, separate the english from the dutch
it’s me, black n0ble 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

- wu tang clan

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