"Triumph" as written by Robert F. Diggs, Dennis David Coles, Gary E. Grice, Lamont Hawkins, Jason Hunter, Russell T. Jones, Clifford Smith, Corey Woods, Darryl Robert Hill and Elgin Evander Turner....
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the Osirus of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers
It's like this ninety-seven
Aight my niggas 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

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 millennium
Killa Beez sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets Queen Beez ease the guns in
Rumblin' patrolmen tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, die hard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin' swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds I pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin' live on your hottest block

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, standing firm
On foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan, into the fire
Transform into the Ghostrider, or Six Pack
In A Streetcar Named Desire, who got my back?
In the line of fire holding back, what?
My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at?
Niggas is strapped, and they trying 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 want to 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

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 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 thought, I got the fashion
Catalogs for all y'all to all praise to the Gods

The saga continues
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet
The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat
We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow
For, judgment day come'th, conquer, it's war
Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning 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, tranquilized with anesthetics
My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas
My music Sicily, rich California smell
An axe killer adventure, paint a picture well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin' on ginseng
Righteous wax chaperon, rotating ring king

Watch for the wooden soldiers, see-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 cerebral cortex
Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex
Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream
Or 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 victim family 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, niggas 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 take 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 niggas 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
Blowing like Shalamar in eighty-one
Sound convincing, thousand dollar court by convention
Hands like Sonny Liston, get fly permission hold the
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 wave burst, split the megahertz

Hey yo that's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul off
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, mad em jump like Rod Strickland

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"Triumph" as written by Dennis David Coles Robert F. Diggs

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  • +2
    General CommentOk like some people have said this song doesn't have one unified meaing, it's mainly stream of conciousness style rap. And many of the weird sounding lines are either 5% Nation or NY Slang. It all makes sense if you get the references. Also, almost any number you see is in reference to the Supreme Mathematics taught in 5% and random letters are from the Supreme Alphabet. Any of the names you see that aren't someone easily recognizable are probably an alias for that particular Wu-Member.

    Ghostrider, Six Pack, Streetcar Named Desire, Guns of Navarrone - All movie references

    Sing-Sing - name of a prison

    Wooden Soldiers / C-Cipher Punks (Spells out cops in 5% speech) - Cops

    Lampin - Chillin

    Word is Bond. Peace.
    robinhobabyon April 09, 2007   Link
  • +1
    General CommentI don't know about you(alcyt) but I think it actually is kinda racist (to all races with a white discent) to say that the white man is the devil. It is quite foolish to think like this in any sort of a way. It can easly(and i mean EASLY) offend people.

    I know I sound prejuduce when I say that it is foolish to think like they do, but if you are a Christian or a person with good morals, you know its wrong & defanatly racist.

    If you don't think that it is racest to think this,well my friend......you have just joined the "dumbass club".
    Iniquity Symptomon February 28, 2006   Link
  • +1
    General Commentfrom the 2nd disk from forever, this track (and deadly melody) stand out as the best. the form is spare - just like a roll call (with odb getting a little shortchanged) - shifting focus to the MCing. love it!
    rogbon March 07, 2006   Link
  • +1
    General CommentI just got the Wu-Tang Manual by RZA. It provides in depth information about what they're all about. The 5 percent Nation is true, but they dont believe the whites are devils. They believe out of the worlds population, 5 percent are enlightened, 85 percent are not, and 10 percent are but intentionally keep other people ignorant. If you really think about it, its true. Get the book if you are interested in Wu Tang at any level.
    Hee-Haw19on May 11, 2006   Link
  • +1
    General CommentInspectah Deck's verse is the greatest opening verse in Hip-Hop history. Also, a lot of the lyrics are wrong in all the verses, it's sad.
    RighteousAngeron January 08, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General CommentI Just love the line
    "I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng
    Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king "
    that my home town and it just makes me open to hear it up in a song... word....Wu tang rules
    A22loudoggon March 23, 2003   Link
  • 0
    General Commenti just wish ODB (may he rest in peace) had a lil more say, i think his lines are great.....not really the deepest or anything, but his style is just....well, its just dirty.
    Blackjawon December 21, 2004   Link
  • 0
    General CommentI dont listen to much rap (well actually none at all anymore) but this is still a great song. Painfully, there is no real meaning in these guys rhymes here. Its more of just themselves saying how good they are and shit. I think this was a freestyle or something cause like I said, there is nothing in those words, just pretty rhymes you can nod your head to.

    WU TANG!!!!
    Prog_Rockeron December 21, 2004   Link
  • 0
    General CommentOr if anything its about fighting. Strappin gats and poppin caps in a mo fo on their turf.... Or the above will work. Lets not ruin the song with this shitty idea. Really. What rap artist would rhyme about a gang war, ridicuolous. I cant believe I was thinking that. Not Wu tang, they are too wholesome for that.
    Prog_Rockeron December 21, 2004   Link
  • 0
    General CommentChill Prog Rocker. I agree i don't really know what they're talkin about a lot of the time but the rhyme scheme is sick. I heard somewhere that they rap in code and use a lot of NY slang, thats why many can't really read into it.
    UwASToLdWronGon January 01, 2005   Link

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