Wu-Tang Clan - Triumph ft. Cappadonna

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Wu-Tang Clan - Triumph ft. Cappadonna

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Wu-Tang Clan - Triumph ft. Cappadonna they saved the best two members for last
Real Hip Hop. Period.
wu tang for life
Beatnuts another great group around same time
Lyrically perform armed robbery, flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me.
Method Man bodied this joint!
This shoulda sold for $2,000,000
They weren't just music they were a Movement
they damn sure are not talking about killing their own Community women and children that is what they are doing today shooting up their own Community instead of saving the ammunition for the Real Enemy how can you not love this real hip hop it has a serious message in it May the strong women and men rise up and Unite leave all of those dick in the booty ass niggars behind with that ignorance
Raekwon at the end was levels 🔥
Masta Killa rhymes are nuts: The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds
And leaks sounds that's heard

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 ....FML!!!!
Damn son GZA verse threw me off my chair, that's way so fucking deep
“Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics, Graphic displays melt the steel like Blacksmiths!” Still melting steel with this 🔥🔥🔥
The hottest into verse EVER.
GOAT rap music video
I don't understand what they are saying. Can somebody please help me please please please?? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫


[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses
Can't define how I be dropping these mockeries
Lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred Shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous
Ultraviolet shine blind forensics
I inspect you 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
Rumble with 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, swinging swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performing live on your hottest block

[Verse 2: Method Man]
As the world turns, I spread like germ
Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn
This 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 Ghost Rider, a six-pack
And 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're tryna 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 to tell you where it's coming from
Guns of Navarone tearing up your battle zone
Rip through your slums

[Verse 3: 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 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 reign 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 due to God

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

[Verse 4: U-God]
Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet
The thrill of victory, the agony of defeat
We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow for
Judgment Day cometh, conquer, it's war
Allow us to escape Hell, globe spinning bomb
Pocket full of shells out the sky Golden Arms
Tunes spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound
The fake false 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 anaesthesias
My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas
My music Sicily, rich California smell
An axe kill adventure, paint a picture well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sipping on ginseng
Righteous wax chaperon, rotating ring kings

[Verse 5: RZA]
March of 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 stay in gold like Flair
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
Heart terminal like Grand Central Station
Program fat basslines on Novation
Getting drunk like I'm fucking ducking five-year probation

[Verse 6: GZA]
War of the masses, the outcome disastrous
Many of the victim families save their 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 mourn
Those who stray, niggas get slayed on the song

[Verse 7: Masta Killa]
The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds
And leaks sounds that's heard
93 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 Irief 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 self from
This relentless attack of the track spares none

[Verse 8: Ghostface Killah]
Yo yo yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggas laid back
Lamping 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 overheard you scream
You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb
Blowing like Shalamar in '81
Sound convincing, thousand dollar cork-pop 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 Noble Drew Ali, came in threes
We like the Genovese, sazon season these degrees
It's Earth, 93 million miles from the first
Rough turbulence, the wave burst, split the megahertz

[Verse 9: Raekwon]
Aiyo that's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk
Connect thoughts to make my man child walk
Swift notarizer, Blue-Tang, all up in the high-riser
New York Yank visor, word tranquilizer
Adjust the 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 sickening
Guaranteed made 'em jump like Rod Strickland





Produced ByRZA

Written ByU-God, Cappadonna, Masta Killa, RZA, GZA, Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, Inspectah Deck, Method Man & Ol' Dirty Bastard

Release DateFebruary 11, 1997










Wu-Tang Forever (1997)WU-TANG CLAN

1.  Wu-Revolution

2.  Reunited

3.  For Heavens Sake

4.  Cash Still Rules/Scary Hours (Still Don't Nothing Move But the Money)

5.  Visionz

6.  As High As Wu-Tang Get

7.  Severe Punishment

8.  Older Gods

9.  Maria

10.  A Better Tomorrow

11.  It's Yourz

12.  Wu-Tang Forever Intro

13.  Triumph

14.  Impossible

15.  Little Ghetto Boys

16.  Deadly Melody

17.  The City

18.  The Projects

19.  Bells of War

20.  The M.G.M.

21.  Dog Shit

22.  Duck Seazon

23.  Hellz Wind Staff

24.  Heaterz

25.  Black Shampoo

26.  Second Coming

27.  The Closing

28.  Sunshower

29.  Projects International Remix

Triumph (Video Version)


AphiweApilazaKaingana  442

4 years ago

ooh shit.. ShoutOut if u still bump this 1997 track in the year 2014


drkstr17  96

4 years ago

Rebel’s verse is quite possibly the best in rap history, EVER.


GinoNanna  150

3 years ago

Inspectah Decks verse is crazy…


wu_tang_4life  36

3 years ago

Gza got a short verse. :(



2 years ago

Oh fuck, U-God straight killed this shit!


They blur the guns? What?