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What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the Osiris of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckersIt's like this ninety-seven
Aight, my niggaz an' my niggarettes
Let's do it like this
Imma rub your ass in the moonshine
Let's take it back to seventy-nineI bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies an' hypothesis
Can't define how I be droppin' these mockeries
Lyrically, perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted meBattle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
Tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millennium
Killa B's sold fifty gold, sixty platinumShacklin' 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 functionHeads 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 ShinobiStomp grounds an' 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 learnIt'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-packAn' '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 an' they tryin' to twist my beer capIt'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 an' blow spots
You wanna think twice, I think notThe Iron Lung ain't gotta tell you where it's comin' from
Guns of Navarone, tearin' up your battle zone
Rip through your slums
I twist darts from the heart, tried an' true
Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocksCertified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin'
Tell your story walkin'
Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid
Run for your team an' your six camp rhyme groupiesSo I can squeeze with the advantage an' get wasted
My deadly notes reigns supreme
Your fort is basic compared to mine
Domino effect, arts an' craftsParagraphs contain cyanide
Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion
Catalogs for all y'all to all praise to the Gods
The saga continues Wu-Tang, Wu-TangOlympic torch flamin', we burn so sweet
The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat
We crush slow, flamin' deluxe slow
For Judgment Day cometh, conquer, it's warAllow us to escape, Hell glow spinnin' 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 groundA jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum
A death kiss, catwalk, squeeze another anthem
Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthesias
My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinasMy music, Sicily, rich California smell
An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin' on Ginseng
Righteous wax chaperon, rotatin' ring kingWatch for the wooden soldiers, C Cypher Punks couldn't hold us
A thousand men rushin' in, not one nigga was sober
Perpendicular to the square, we stamp gold like Fleer
Escape from your Dragon's Lair, in particularMy 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 StationProgram fat baselines on Novation
Gettin' drunk like a fuck, I'm duckin' five year probation
War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous
Many of the victim family save they ashesA 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 songThe track renders helpless an' suffers from multiple stab wounds
An' leaks sounds that's heard
Ninety-three million miles away from came one
To represent the NationThis 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 formGivin' 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 noneYo, yo, yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back
Lampin' like them gray an' 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 screamYou 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 permissionHold 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 green, it's Earth
Ninety-three million miles from the first
Rough turbulence, the wave burst, split the megahertzAiyyo, that's amazin', gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk
Connect thoughts to make my man child walk
Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser
New York Yank' visor, world tranquilizerJust 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 GodThe 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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Wu-Tang Clan is a New York City rap group with individuals hailing from Staten Island, Brooklyn and Bronx. They have gone on to become multi-platinum record producers, Grammy winners, TV and film stars, screenwriters, product spokespersons, business owners and, most recently, major motion picture composers. The Clan featured nine MCs until the death of Ol' Dirty Bastard in 2004. One of the most critically and commercially successful hip hop groups of all time, Wu-Tang Clan shot to fame through their uncompromising brand of hardcore rap music. Since their debut, they have introduced or launched the careers of numerous other artists and groups, and already in 1994 there were credited to be over 300 Wu-Tang Clan affiliates, known as the Wu-Tang Killa Bees, consisting of rappers, producers, and record label CEOs.

The founders of the Wu-Tang Clan were RZA, GZA/Genius, and Ol' Dirty Bastard, who had previously formed the group Force of the Imperial Master (later known as All In Together Now after the release of a popular single by that name). The group attracted the attention of some notable figures in the industry, including Biz Markie, but did not manage to secure a record deal. After the crew dissolved, GZA/Genius and RZA (then known as Prince Rakeem) embarked on their solo careers with Cold Chillin' Records and Tommy Boy Records respectively, but to little success. Their frustration with the workings of the hip hop music industry would provide the main inspiration to Wu-Tang Clan's revolutionary business plan. According to The Wu-Tang Manual, at the group's inception, RZA promised the members that if he had total control of the Wu-Tang empire, it would conquer the hip hop world within a dynastic cycle, after which he would relinquish his total control.

Wu-Tang Clan was gradually assembled in late 1992 from friends and accomplices from around Staten Island, New York, with RZA as the de-facto leader and the group's producer. Two of the cousins, GZA/Genius (pronounced Jizza) and RZA (pronounced Rizza), created their new Wu-Tang aliases by mimicking the sound that the words "genius" and "razor" would make when scratched on a turntable.

"Wu-Tang" comes from the name of the Taoist holy mountain Wu Dang in northwest Hubei Province in central China; it was also the site of the Ming Dynasty Purple Imperial City built during the reign of the Yongle Emperor in the early 15th century. RZA and Ol' Dirty Bastard adopted the name for the group after seeing the Kung fu film Shaolin and Wu Tang, which features a school of warriors trained in Wu-Tang style. The group's debut album loosely adopted a Shaolin vs. Wu-Tang theme, dividing the album into Shaolin and Wu-Tang sections and using dialogue excerpts as skits.

The group have also developed various backronyms for the name (as hip hop pioneers like KRS-One and Big Daddy Kane did with their names), including "We Usually Take All the Niggas' Garments," "Witty Unpredictable Talent And Natural Game" and "Wisdom, Universe, Truth, Allah, Nation, and God".

Method Man has also mentioned that the "Wu" is the sound a sword makes when cutting through the air, and "Tang" is the sound it makes against a shield.

The Clan first became known to hip hop fans, and to major record labels, in 1993 (see 1993 in music) following the release of the independent single "Protect Ya Neck", which immediately gave the group a sizeable underground following. Though there was some difficulty in finding a record label that would sign Wu-Tang Clan while still allowing each member to record solo albums with other labels, Loud/RCA finally agreed, releasing their debut album, Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers), in late 1993. This album was popular and critically-acclaimed, though it took some time to gain momentum. Though hip hop had long had a gritty texture, the surreal aggression and minimalist production of 36 Chambers nevertheless had a huge impact on the genre, and was to prove massively influential over the next decade. By the beginning of the 21st century, the album had become a regular fixture on "Best Albums Of The 90s" lists as well as a frequent choice for "Best Albums Of All Time" lists. The success of Enter the Wu-Tang: 36 Chambers established the group as a creative and influential force in early 1990s hip hop, allowing GZA/Genius, RZA, Raekwon, Ghostface Killah, Method Man, and Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, U-God, Masta Killa to negotiate solo contracts.
The son of Old Dirty Bastard with the name Young Dirty Bastard is slated to release an upcoming album in 2011. He will be the first new artist under the Wu banner and the album will be called "Food Stamp Celebrity".

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