Woo-Tang Clan [WOO-T]

What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?<br>I'm the Osirus of this shit<br>Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers<br>It's like this ninety-seven<br>Aight my niggas and my niggarettes<br>Let's do it like this<br>I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine<br>Let's take it back to seventy-nine<br>I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies<br>And hypotheses can't define how I be droppin' these<br>Mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery<br>Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me<br>Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits<br>Tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics<br>I inspect view through the future see millennium<br>Killa Beez sold fifty gold sixty platinum<br>Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics<br>Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths<br>Black Wu jackets Queen Beez ease the guns in<br>Rumblin' patrolmen tear gas laced the function<br>Heads by the score take flight incite a war<br>Chicks hit the floor, die hard fans demand more<br>Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly<br>Proceeds to blow swingin' swords like Shinobi<br>Stomp grounds I pound footprints in solid rock<br>Wu got it locked, performin' live on your hottest block<br>As the world turns, I spread like germs<br>Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn<br>It's my testament to those burned<br>Play my position in the game of life, standing firm<br>On foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan, into the fire<br>Transform into the Ghostrider, or Six Pack<br>In A Streetcar Named Desire, who got my back?<br>In the line of fire holding back, what?<br>My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at?<br>Niggas is strapped, and they trying to twist my beer cap<br>It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm<br>Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood<br>Clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots<br>You want to think twice, I think not<br>The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from<br>Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone<br>Rip through your slums<br>I twist darts from the heart, tried and true<br>Loot my voice on the LP, my team is on to slang rocks<br>Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talking<br>Tell your story walking<br>Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid<br>Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies<br>So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted<br>My deadly notes reigns supreme<br>Your fort is basic compared to mine<br>Domino effect, arts and crafts<br>Paragraphs contain cyanide<br>Take a free ride on my thought, I got the fashion<br>Catalogs for all y'all to all praise to the Gods<br>The saga continues<br>Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang<br>Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet<br>The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat<br>We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow<br>For, judgment day come'th, conquer, it's war<br>Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb<br>Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms<br>Tune spit the shit immortal combat sound<br>The fake false step make, the blood stain the ground<br>A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum<br>A death kiss, cap off squeeze another anthem<br>Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics<br>My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas<br>My music Sicily, rich California smell<br>An axe killer adventure, paint a picture well<br>I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin' on ginseng<br>Righteous wax chaperon, rotating ring king<br>Watch for the wooden soldiers, see-cypher punks couldn't hold us<br>A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober<br>Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like Flare<br>Escape from your Dragon's Lair, in particular<br>My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine<br>To the top of your cerebral cortex<br>Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex<br>Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream<br>Or terminal, like Grand Central Station<br>Program fat baselines, on Novation<br>Getting drunk like a fuck I'm duckin' five-year probation<br>War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous<br>Many of the victim family save they ashes<br>A million names on walls engraved in plaques<br>Those who went back, received penalties for thei