Wu-Tang Clan feat. Cappadonna - Triumph video free download

Album: Wu-Tang Forever

Year: 1997

Track: 13

Track Produced By: RZA

Samples: None

Lyrics:

[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

[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 Irief, take da 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

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[Raekwon]

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