Triumph Chords by Wu-Tang Clan

[D] _ _ But y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the [Dm] Osiris of this shit!
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers!
This 97?
I ain't my [A] niggas and my niggarettes!
[G] Let's do it like this,
I'ma rub [Dm] your ass in a moonshine!
Let's take it back to 79!
I pour them atomic lead,
Socrates, philosophies, and hypotheses,
Can't define how I be droppin' these mockeries,
Lyrically perform armed robbery,
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me,
Battle scarred, showgun,
Exposing when my pen hits,
Tremendous ultraviolet shine, blind forensics,
I inspect you, through the future see millennium,
Killer bees, sold 50 gold, 60 platinum,
Shacklin' the masses with drastic rap tactics,
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths,
Black Wu jackets, queen bees, ease the guns in,
Rumblin' with patrolman, take gas, lace the function,
Heads by the floor, take flight in sight of war,
Ticks hit the floor, tight hard fans demand more,
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly,
Proceeds to blow swinging swords like Shinobi,
Stomp grounds and pamphlet prints in solid rock,
Wu got it locked, performin' live on your hottest slide,
As the world turns I spread like germ,
Let's explode 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, in a street car named desire,
Who got my back in the line of fire, holding back,
What, my people say if you with me, where the fuck you at,
Niggas is strapped and they tryna twist my beer cap,
It's called a jern for the bad seed from bad sperm,
Herb got my wig fried like a bad berm,
What the blood, clots, 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,
I twist thoughts from the heart,
Try to ensue, loop my voice on the LP,
Martini on the slang rock, certified chatterbox,
Vocabulary don't have 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,
Catalog for all y'all, the oil breaks through the guard,
[F] The saga continues, Wu-Tang, [Dm] Wu-Tang,
Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet,
The thrill of victory, the agony defeat,
We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow,
More, judgment day coming, conquer,
It's war, allow us to escape hell,
Globe spinning ball, pocket full of shells,
Out the sky, golden arms,
Tunes spit the shit, immortal combat sound,
The fake boss death make, the blood stain the ground,
A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum,
A death kiss, catwalk, squeeze another anthem,
Holy parental, tranquilize with anesthesia,
My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas,
My music Sicily, rich California smell,
An axe kill adventure, pain of pit to weld,
I sing a song from Sing Sing, sipping on Zing Zing,
Brightest wax sapper, roam rotating green case,
Watch underwater soldiers, decipher punks,
Cutting holders, a thousand men rushing in,
Not one nigga was sober, poking pickle up to the square,
We stand cold like flair, 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 busting out from raw sex,
Enter through your right ventricle, clog up your blood stream,
Hot terminal, like Grand Central Station,
Program fat baselines on ovation,
Getting drunk like a fuck em, duck in five year probation,
War of the masses, the outcome disastrous,
Many of the victim families saved the ashes,
A million names on walls, engraved in plaques,
Those who went back, received penalties for their act,
Another heart is torn, as close ones mourn,
Those stray niggas get slayed on the song,
The track renders helpless, it suffers from multiple stab wounds,
And leaked sounds, that's heard,
Ninety three million miles away from,
Tane 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 I.
Reid, takes the stage,
Light is provided through sparks of energy,
From the mind that travels in blind fall,
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,
Yo, yo, yo fuck that, look at all these crab niggas laid back,
Lampin' light and prayin' black,
Boomers on my man's rack,
Codine was saucin' your drink,
You had a navy green,
Solomon the Fiend,
Bitches never heard you scream,
You two-faces, some of them slump,
I got your whole body numb,
Blowing like Shalimar in eighty one,
Sound convincing,
Thousand dollar court file convention,
Hands like Sonny Liston,
Give fly permission,
Hold the fuck up,
I'll fasten your wig,
Bad luck, I humiliate,
Separate the English from the Dutch,
Me, black noble,
Jew Ali,
Came a-trees, we like the Genovese,
Sass on,
These are these degrees,
This earth,
Ninety three million miles from the first rough turbulence,
The waybirds, split the megahertz,
Ay yo, that's amazing,
Gun in your mouth, talk,
Herbal foul,
All connect,
Thoughts that make my man chow walk,
Swift notarizer,
Blue tank,
All up in the high riser,
New York tank,
Bizer,
Word tranquilizer,
Just a dosage,
Delegate my clan with explosives,
Wow, my pen blow lines ferocious,
Mediterranean,
See y'all,
The number one,
Drafted,
Tear down the beagle,
The delegate,
The seagull,
The swift chancellor,
Flex the white gold tarantula,
Track truck diesel,
Play the weak,
Substantial,
Max mostly,