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    Default Ultimate Shit Fo' Yo' Mind

    [Ol Dirty Bastard]
    What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
    I'm the Osirus of this shit
    Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfucker
    It's like this ninety-seven
    Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes
    Let's do it like this
    I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
    Let's take it back to seventy-nine

    [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

    [Ol Dirty Bastard]
    The saga continues
    Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

    [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

    [Freemurda]
    Yeah.., all ya'll can see is the back of my jersey
    Blowin' in the wind, goin' back to Jersey
    Off to Brooklyn, left you back in Jersey
    I was doin' a buck 90 like a throwback jersey
    Shame on a Nigga, take it back to Dirty
    Run, game on a nigga, I'll be back in thirty
    Seconds, got the world's greatest record
    And that money I'mma spend it like your greatest record
    This Division, all the ladies respect it
    Disrespect it and the eighty'll check it
    It ain't hard to see how ya'll ignorin' the steel
    Niggas that I clap, lookin' for me still
    Til they look like they came out of George Foreman grill
    Thoughts are stolen on Free, must be on them crills
    Plus my, team gon' be holdin' like forty mill'
    Thoughts are rollin' on E., must be on those pills


    [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-I-Reef take the 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
    Hold the fuck up, I'll unfasten your wig, bad luck
    I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch
    it's me, black nobled you 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

    [Raekwon]
    Aiyyo that's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk
    Connect thoughts to make my manchild walk
    Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser
    New York Yank' visor world tranquilizer
    Just a 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, sickenin
    Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland

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    [My verse]
    Lethally and accurately sting barbs of killer b's
    Wave the yellow banner dawns light here is plain to see
    Verses come quickly to shatter words of twisted laws
    Pandemonium my entering with the quick draw
    Words paint pictures while ink pens gouge sockets
    Solitary soldiers roll what they may and spark it
    Ashes and fumes paint the air black like shadow
    A master with the composite bow felling them with arrows
    Blood pools and trickles seas form in crimson
    Apologies do nothing when you kill your own son
    Excuses written in the darkness of denial
    Bring a certain smirk to face when I try to smile
    Paranoia, and sociopathic disregard for sympathy
    I'm free of the pestilence but don't try to envy me
    Parasite of the Third Reich coming here and saving you
    Bottles cracked hemorrhage cries from the Brooklin Zoo
    Weak thugs feeling false hope convinced we ain't shit
    Correction comes with the barrel when its stuck between their tits

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