Chords for Wu-Tang Clan - Triumph (lyrics)

_ [D] _ _ What y'all [A] thought y'all wasn't gon' see [G] me?
I'm the [Dm] old Cyrus of this shit!
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers!
This 97?
I ain't [D] my niggas and my niggarettes!
Let's do it [Dm] like this, I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine!
Let's take it back to 79!
I'm born with atomic glee, 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, showgun, expose you 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 score, take flight in sight of war
Ticks 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 fly
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 and a streetcar 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 trying to twist my beer cap
It's called a jern for the bad seed from bad sperm
Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm
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 and laverone 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
Catalogs for all y'all, the awe of praise through the [F] God
The saga continues, Wu-Tang, [Dm] Wu-Tang
Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet
The thrill of victory, 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 [G] the sky, golden arms, [Dm] tunes with the shitty Mortal Kombat sound
The fake boss death make the blood stain the ground
A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum
A death kiss, catwalk, squeeze another anthem
Hold it for ransom, tranquilize with anesthesia
My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas
My music, Sicily, rich California smell
An axe killer, adventure, pain of pit to well
I sing a song from Sing Sing, sipping on ginseng
Righteous wax, chaperone, rotating green canes
March on the warden soldiers, decipher punks, cutting orders
A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober
Perpendicular to the square, stand cold like flair
Escape from your dragon's lair
In particular, my feet travel like a vortex
Through your spine to the top of your cerebrum cortex
Make you feel like you're busting up 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, I'm stuck 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 acts
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
It leaks sounds that's heard
93 million miles away from K1 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 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
Yo, yo, yo, fuck that
Look at all these crab niggas laid back
Living like them Dre and Black women's alma maters
Rack Codine was sourcing your drink
You had a navy green, Solomon the Fiend
Bitches never heard you scream
You two-faced, the sum of the slump
I got your whole body numb
Blowing like Shalimar in 81
One sound convention, thousand dollar cork pop convention
Hands like Sonny Liston, get flopped, mission, hold the fuck up
I'll fasten your wig, bad luck, I'll humiliate
Separate the English from the Dutch, it's me
Black noble, Jew Ali, came to teach me like the Genovese
That's on, these are these degrees
This earth, 93 million miles from the first rough turbulence
The waybirds split the megahertz
Ay yo, that's amazing, gun in your mouth talk
Verbal foul, all connect, thoughts to make my man chow on
Swift, notarizer, blue tank, all up in the high riser
New York gang buys a word, tranquilizer just a dosage
Delegate my clan with explosives, wow, my pen glow lines ferocious
Mediterranean, see y'all, the number one draft pick
Tear down the beagle, the delegate, the seagull
The Swift Chancellor, flex the white gold tarantula
Track truck diesel, play the Weegar
Substantial, max, mostly, undivided, then slide it
Sickening, guaranteed, made him jump like Ross Strickland
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