Listen to Triumph (feat. Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, Method Man, Cappadonna, U-God, RZA, GZA, Masta Killa, Ghostface Killah & Raekwon) by Wu-Tang Clan

Triumph (feat. Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, Method Man, Cappadonna, U-God, RZA, GZA, Masta Killa, Ghostface Killah & Raekwon)

Wu-Tang Clan

Hip-Hop/Rap

427,242 Shazams

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Vocals
Inspectah Deck
Inspectah Deck
Vocals
Method Man
Method Man
Vocals
Cappadonna
Cappadonna
Vocals
U-God
U-God
Vocals
RZA
RZA
Vocals
GZA
GZA
Vocals
Masta Killa
Masta Killa
Vocals
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Vocals
Raekwon
Raekwon
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Songwriter
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Songwriter
Darryl Hill
Darryl Hill
Songwriter
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Songwriter
Elgin Evander Turner
Elgin Evander Turner
Songwriter
Gary Grice
Gary Grice
Songwriter
Jason S. Hunter
Jason S. Hunter
Songwriter
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Songwriter
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
Russell T. Jones
Russell T. Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RZA
RZA
Producer
Carlos Bess
Carlos Bess
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I bomb atomically, 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 shogun, explosion when my pen hits Tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics I inspect view through the future see millenium Killa Beez sold fifty Gold sixty Platinum Shacklin' the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets, Queen Beez ease the guns in Rumble wit' 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 you hottest block As the world turn, I spread like germs Bless the globe with the pestilence, da hard-headed never learn It's 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 Ghostrider, a six-pack In a streetcar named Desire, who got my back? In the line of fire holdin' back, what? My people if you wit' me where the fuck you at? Niggaz is strapped, and they tryin' a 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 Da Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from Guns of Navarrone, tearin' up your battle zone, rip through your slums I twist darts from the heart, tried and true Loot my voice on the LP, my team is on to 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 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 The saga continues Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Olympic torch flamin', we burn so sweet The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat We crush slow, flamin' deluxe slow For-, judgement day cometh, conquer, it's war Allow us to escape, hell glow spinnin' bomb Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms Tune spit the shit immortal combat sound The fake, false step make, the blood stain the ground A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum A death kiss, cap off squeeze another anthem Hold it for ransom, tranquilised 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 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 Up your spine through 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 High Terminal Like Grand Central Station, program fat baselines on Novation Getting drunk like a fuck I'm duckin five-year probation War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous Many of the victims' families save they 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 gone Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song 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-Ah-Rief 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 shell from This relentless attack of the track spares none Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back Lampin' like them gray and black Pumas on my man's rack Codeine was forced in your drink, You had a navy dream Salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb Blowing like Shalamar in eighty-one Sound convincin', thousand dollar court by convention Hands like Sonny Liston, get fly permission Hold tha fuck up, Allah fasten 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. Is that so? Caesar needs the greens It's Earth, ninety-three million miles from the first Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz Aiyyo dat's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk Connect thoughts to make my man Shai walk Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser New York gank adviser world tranquilizer Just the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives While my pen blow lines ferocious Mediterranean, see ya, the number one traffic sit 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 it, it's sickening Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland
Writer(s): Elgin Evander Turner, Gary E. Grice, Jason S. Hunter, Darryl Robert Hill, Robert F. Diggs, Lamont Hawkins, Clifford Smith, Corey Woods, Russell T. Jones, Dennis David Coles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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