Lyrics Damascus - Cilvaringz
                                                [Cilvaringz:]
 
                                    
                                
                                                Aiyo, 
                                                Allah 
                                                clapped 
                                                us 
                                                under, 
                                                RZA 
                                                know 
                                                what's 
                                                flaming
 
                                    
                                
                                                Snake 
                                                me 
                                                off, 
                                                with 
                                                great 
                                                thoughts, 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                knowledge
 
                                    
                                
                                                Which 
                                                ya'll 
                                                brought 
                                                to 
                                                bring 
                                                forth
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                used 
                                                to 
                                                fight 
                                                the 
                                                cash 
                                                alot, 
                                                and 
                                                crackle 
                                                alot
 
                                    
                                
                                                Jamel 
                                                Irief 
                                                cocked 
                                                the 
                                                'volve, 
                                                but 
                                                it's 
                                                the 
                                                fiend 
                                                who 
                                                shot
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                wise 
                                                eye 
                                                is 
                                                my 
                                                tongue 
                                                carved 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                golden 
                                                emblem
 
                                    
                                
                                                Off 
                                                the 
                                                highest 
                                                and 
                                                works 
                                                written, 
                                                millions 
                                                    I 
                                                fought 
                                                the 
                                                labyrim
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                see 
                                                my 
                                                kin 
                                                bear 
                                                my 
                                                the 
                                                scars 
                                                of 
                                                Nat 
                                                King
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                mad 
                                                seeing 
                                                the 
                                                plain 
                                                wolf 
                                                in 
                                                Klan 
                                                gear, 
                                                myth 
                                                15
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fifty 
                                                five, 
                                                and 
                                                stealth 
                                                over 
                                                blow 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                he 
                                                showed 
                                                the 
                                                love, 
                                                his 
                                                kin 
                                                never 
                                                showed, 
                                                and 
                                                so 
                                                the 
                                                Beez 
                                                noticed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yes, 
                                                America 
                                                has 
                                                lowered 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                silver 
                                                standards
 
                                    
                                
                                                Home 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                bandage, 
                                                brutal, 
                                                rebel, 
                                                impressionists
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                see 
                                                my 
                                                sword 
                                                of 
                                                sin, 
                                                fierce 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                masters
 
                                    
                                
                                                Breaking 
                                                the 
                                                seal 
                                                of 
                                                both, 
                                                    I 
                                                roast, 
                                                object 
                                                the 
                                                classics
 
                                    
                                
                                                Allah 
                                                sees 
                                                son, 
                                                    I 
                                                speak 
                                                to 
                                                guys 
                                                two-for-me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                Dom 
                                                P, 
                                                son, 
                                                    I 
                                                terrorize 
                                                truthfully
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                my 
                                                bio, 
                                                be 
                                                long, 
                                                A-bomb, 
                                                and 
                                                queen 
                                                Esther
 
                                    
                                
                                                Which 
                                                ya'll 
                                                pinned 
                                                down 
                                                in 
                                                chapters, 
                                                with 
                                                my 
                                                Mariam 
                                                Webster
 
                                    
                                
                                                Godding 
                                                you, 
                                                reclaim 
                                                United 
                                                States 
                                                army 
                                                loot
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                carving 
                                                two 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                rock, 
                                                of 
                                                Bob 
                                                Marley 
                                                truth
 
                                    
                                
                                                Proof 
                                                my 
                                                foot, 
                                                and 
                                                stomping 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                path 
                                                of 
                                                tyrants
 
                                    
                                
                                                Strangling 
                                                the 
                                                pythons, 
                                                with 
                                                they 
                                                eerie 
                                                sounds 
                                                of 
                                                pipers
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                slither 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                fields 
                                                of 
                                                Cyprus, 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                center
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                defenders 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                36 
                                                Chambers, 
                                                you 
                                                wanna 
                                                enter
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                Honolulu 
                                                ninjas, 
                                                like 
                                                you 
                                                and 
                                                dog 
                                                in 
                                                Denmark
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                lamp 
                                                in 
                                                tent 
                                                park, 
                                                chessbox, 
                                                playing 
                                                harps
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                my 
                                                equality, 
                                                check 
                                                    a 
                                                Wallabee 
                                                shine, 
                                                boo
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                look 
                                                and 
                                                do 
                                                not 
                                                touch, 
                                                and 
                                                Allah 
                                                will 
                                                be 
                                                kind, 
                                                true
 
                                    
                                
                                                Merciful 
                                                as 
                                                always, 
                                                moving 
                                                    a 
                                                sore 
                                                base
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                overthrow 
                                                the 
                                                palace, 
                                                for 
                                                God's 
                                                king 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                swordplay
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                be 
                                                the 
                                                weapon 
                                                of 
                                                design, 
                                                mind, 
                                                be 
                                                kind
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                foreplay 
                                                will 
                                                take 
                                                place 
                                                in 
                                                South 
                                                Sukai
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                    a 
                                                far 
                                                misty 
                                                mountain 
                                                hill, 
                                                ice 
                                                be 
                                                sharp
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                you 
                                                to 
                                                be, 
                                                one 
                                                with 
                                                God, 
                                                and 
                                                able 
                                                to 
                                                shoot 
                                                darts
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cuz 
                                                True 
                                                Master 
                                                pull 
                                                strings 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                flaming 
                                                harp
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                fight 
                                                theories 
                                                that 
                                                switch 
                                                man 
                                                with 
                                                ape 
                                                of 
                                                God
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                when 
                                                my 
                                                lines 
                                                pierce 
                                                through 
                                                mind, 
                                                it's 
                                                engraved 
                                                in 
                                                art
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                shall 
                                                deliver 
                                                all 
                                                my 
                                                people 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                lathing 
                                                arts, 
                                                so, 
                                                please
 
                                    
                                
                                                Challenge 
                                                among 
                                                the 
                                                ears 
                                                of 
                                                blissful 
                                                gardens
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                fertile 
                                                grounds 
                                                for 
                                                harvest, 
                                                admist 
                                                the 
                                                starving 
                                                on 
                                                and
 
                                    
                                
                                                Acknowledge 
                                                this, 
                                                cuz 
                                                tolerance 
                                                cramped 
                                                like 
                                                hours 
                                                get
 
                                    
                                
                                                Snuff 
                                                literally, 
                                                but 
                                                they 
                                                deprive 
                                                the 
                                                world 
                                                oxygen
 
                                    
                                
                                                At 
                                                birth 
                                                possibly, 
                                                you 
                                                were 
                                                told 
                                                improperly
 
                                    
                                
                                                Raised 
                                                to 
                                                give 
                                                praise, 
                                                the 
                                                stone 
                                                image 
                                                is 
                                                monument
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                stray 
                                                far 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                path, 
                                                in 
                                                this 
                                                document
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                surely 
                                                Wu-Tang, 
                                                will 
                                                teach 
                                                in 
                                                all 
                                                continents
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                all 
                                                languages, 
                                                we 
                                                civilize 
                                                the 
                                                savages
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                Bush 
                                                capitalists, 
                                                and 
                                                rich 
                                                by 
                                                devils 
                                                practices
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Valentine Day Massacre
2 Caravanserai - Chapter 2
3 Caravanserai - Chapter 1
4 Poison Ring Chamber (Intro)
5 Wu-Tang Martial Expert
6 Wu-Tang Martial Expert
7 Sheherezad, My Beloved (The Greatest Love Story Ever Told - Chapter 1)
8 Death To America
9 Jewelz
10 Brothers Aint Brothers
11 Blazing Saddles
12 Damascus
13 Dart Tournament
14 The Saga
15 Forever Michael (Wako Tablo)
16 Elephant Juice
17 Deaf, Dumb & Blind
18 Warriors & Poets (Skit)
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