With that album, he became an official member of the Wu-Tang Killa Beez, and from there on out, he frequently appeared on Wu records. In 1996, he played a large role on Ghostface Killah's Ironman.
During 1997, his Wu affiliation continued, as he rapped on the Clan's second album, Wu-Tang Forever.
Cappadonna's solo debut, The Pillage, finally appeared in March 1998. Like any Wu project, the record featured RZA as the executive producer and cameos from a number of other Wu members, including Method Man, U-God, Ghostface Killah, and Raekwon. As the sixth Wu solo project, the album was an instant success upon its release, debuting at number three on the charts.
A sophomore effort, The Yin and the Yang, followed in early 2001. His third and latest album, The Struggle, was released on Code:Red in 2003.
The MC remained active in the following years releasing mix-CDs, doing tours and joining Ghostface Killah’s Theodore Unit. But his official comeback came at the end of 2007 on the Wu-Tang Clan’s fifth studio album 8 Diagrams. Cappa blessed the opening cut with an extraordinary verse and showed up on two other songs.
Cappadonna inked a deal with new indie label Chambermusik Records/Koch in 2008. Old and new fans have been asking for new Cappadonna ever since and on January 27, 2009, their wait will be over with the release of Slang Prostitution.
Triumph
Cappadonna Lyrics
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I'm the Osiris of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers
This like, this '97
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 '79
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
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow, swingin' swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and 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 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 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 wanna 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
I twist darts from the heart, tried and true
Loot 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 reigns supreme
Your thought 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
The saga continues
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
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 anesthesia
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
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 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
Heart terminal like Grand Central Station
Program fat baselines on Novation
Getting drunk like I'm fucking duckin' five-year probation
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
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
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 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
Ayo, 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
The lyrics in Cappadonna's song Triumph are filled with a mix of metaphors, wordplay, and historical references to music, war, and popular culture. The song's opening lines showcase the artist's confidence and assertiveness, declaring the Wu-Tang's reign in the industry. The line, "I'm the Osiris of this shit" refers to the Egyptian God of rebirth and resurrection, signifying Cappadonna's position as a vital part of the group's success. He then goes on to describe his lyrical prowess with comparisons to philosophers and their theories, and his ability to stun audiences with his wordplay. The chorus, "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang," reinforces the group's cohesiveness and is a nod to their origin in Staten Island.
Cappadonna's verses in the song are a showcase of his lyrical skills and storytelling ability. He mentions the notion of spreading like germs and blessings while confidently speaking on personal experiences and struggles. He also references pop culture from Mortal Kombat to A Streetcar Named Desire, and both the devastation and hope in war. He also weaves in elements of jazz with talk of martini on slang rocks and puts forth highlights of Wu-Tang's achievements as a group. Overall, the song's title captures its essence, conveying the triumph of the Wu-Tang Clan's dominance over the hip-hop landscape.
Line by Line Meaning
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
Did you really think you wouldn't see me?
I'm the Osiris of this shit
I am the dominant force in this genre
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers
The Wu-Tang Clan will always be present and influential
This like, this '97
This is reminiscent of the sound and style from 1997
Aight my niggas and my niggarettes
Alright, my male and female friends
Let's do it like this
Let's approach this in a specific way
I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
I'm going to expose and embarrass you
Let's take it back to '79
Let's return to the year 1979, a significant time period
I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses
I deliver explosive lyrics, combining deep thoughts and theories
Can't define how I be droppin' these mockeries
It's impossible to fully comprehend how I deliver these powerful rhymes
Lyrically perform armed robbery
I metaphorically steal the show with my lyrical skills
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Escape with the winnings, there's a chance they've noticed me
Battle-scarred Shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous
I am an experienced warrior, my words have a powerful impact
Ultra-violet shine blind forensics
My brilliance is blinding, even to experts
I inspect view through the future see millennium
I have a clear vision of the future, even beyond this millennium
Killa Beez sold fifty gold, sixty platinum
The Wu-Tang Clan has achieved great commercial success
Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics
We captivate and control the audience with our innovative rap techniques
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Our vivid imagery and powerful words have a profound impact
Black Wu jackets, Queen Beez ease the guns in
We come prepared and the women assist us with our weapons
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
We engage in conflict with law enforcement, causing chaos
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Many individuals join the fight and provoke a war-like atmosphere
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Women fall to the ground in excitement, loyal fans want more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Witness the fearless warrior who has influence and power worldwide
Proceeds to blow, swingin' swords like Shinobi
Continues to impress, attacking with precision and skill like a ninja
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Leave a lasting impact on the industry and make a mark
Wu got it locked, performin' live on your hottest block
The Wu-Tang Clan has complete control, dominating performances everywhere
As the world turns, I spread like germs
As time goes on, my influence expands rapidly
Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn
Share my talent with the world, but some people refuse to understand
It's my testament to those burned
This is my way of expressing my dedication to those who have suffered
Play my position in the game of life, standing firm
I fulfill my role in life and remain resolute
On foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan
In unfamiliar territory, taking risky actions without hesitation
Into the fire, transform into the Ghost Rider
Embrace danger and become a powerful force
A six-pack and A Streetcar Named Desire
Intoxication and desire, like the play 'A Streetcar Named Desire'
Who got my back? In the line of fire, holding back
Who supports and protects me in challenging situations?
What? My peoples, if you with me, where the fuck you at?
What? My friends, if you're on my side, why aren't you here?
Niggas is strapped and they tryna twist my beer cap
People are armed and attempting to harm me
It's court adjourned for the bad seed from bad sperm
The verdict is in for the troubled individual from a troubled lineage
Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm
Marijuana has affected my mental state negatively
What the blood clot? We smoke pot, and blow spots
What the fuck? We smoke marijuana and cause commotion
You wanna think twice? I think not
Do you want to reconsider your actions? I don't think so
The Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's coming from
I don't need to explain the source of my power
Guns of Navarone tearing up your battle zone
Powerful weapons causing destruction in your territory
Rip through your slums
Devastate and conquer your neighborhoods
I twist darts from the heart, tried and true
I create intricate rhymes from deep within, authentic and tested
Loot my voice on the LP
Profit from my voice being recorded on vinyl
Martini on the slang rocks, certified chatterbox
Unique style and wordplay, highly skilled at conversation
Vocabulary 'Donna talking, tell your story walking
Expert at using extensive vocabulary, dismissive of your tales
Take cover, kid, what? Run for your brother, kid
Seek safety, kid, what? Protect your sibling, kid
Run for your team, and your 'six can't rhyme' groupies
Run for your friends, and those who doubt our skills can't compete
So I can squeeze with the advantage and get wasted
So I can take advantage of the situation and have a great time
My deadly notes reigns supreme
My powerful lyrics dominate
Your thought is basic compared to mine
Your ideas are simplistic in contrast to mine
Domino effect, arts and crafts, paragraphs contain cyanide
My powerful words have a chain reaction, with lethal impact
Take a free ride on my thought
Experience my thoughts and ideas without cost
I got the fashion catalogs for all y'all to all praise due to God
I have the latest trends and styles that everyone should acknowledge and credit to God
The saga continues
The story and legacy carry on
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
The Wu-Tang Clan is present and representing
Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet
Our flame burns brightly, a symbol of victory
The thrill of victory, the agony of defeat
Experiencing both the joy of winning and the pain of losing
We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow for
We take our time and destroy at a deliberate pace
Judgment Day cometh, conquer, it's war
The day of reckoning is approaching, we will dominate, it's a battle
Allow us to escape Hell, globe spinning bomb
Let us break free from misery, we are a powerful force
Pocket full of shells out the sky Golden Arms
We carry plenty of ammunition, raining down destruction
Tunes spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound
Our music spits out fierce, intense beats like the video game Mortal Kombat
The fake false step make the blood stain the ground
If you take a wrong move, you'll pay the consequences
A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum
An unpredictable, aggressive person who takes justice into their own hands
A death kiss catwalk, squeeze another anthem
A deadly and stylish presence, delivering another powerful song
Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthesia
Capture it and demand payment, with anesthetics calming the situation
My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas
My music is like a graceful orchestra, with performers who move like ballerinas
My music Sicily, rich California smell
My music is like the beauty of Sicily, with the scent of wealth from California
An axe killer adventure, paint a picture well
A thrilling and intense experience, creating vivid imagery
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin' on ginseng
I perform a song from the infamous Sing Sing prison, while consuming ginseng
Righteous wax chaperon, rotating ring king
The guardian of meaningful music, reigning supreme like a spinning ring
March of the wooden soldiers, C-Cypher Punks couldn't hold us
Advancing with an unbeatable force, even the weak cannot stop us
A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober
A chaotic and intense situation, with everyone under the influence
Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like Flare
Standing tall and fearless, not conforming to expectations
Escape from your dragon's lair
Breaking free from a dangerous and oppressive situation
In particular, my beats travel like a vortex
Specifically, my music spreads rapidly like a whirlwind
Through your spine to the top of your cerebral cortex
From your spine to your brain, affecting your thoughts and consciousness
Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex
My music creates intense pleasure and satisfaction, similar to sexual release
Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream
Penetrate your heart, blocking blood flow
Heart terminal like Grand Central Station
My words have a profound impact, like a major transportation hub
Program fat baselines on Novation
Create powerful and heavy basslines using Novation music equipment
Getting drunk like I'm fucking duckin' five-year probation
Getting heavily intoxicated, avoiding consequences like a probation period
War of the masses, the outcome disastrous
A conflict between the people resulting in a terrible outcome
Many of the victim families save their ashes
Numerous families affected by the tragedy preserve the remains
A million names on walls, engraved in plaques
Countless names memorialized on walls, honored with plaques
Those who went back received penalties for their acts
Some who returned to previous ways faced consequences for their actions
Another heart is torn as close ones mourn
Another person's heart is broken as loved ones grieve
Those who stray, niggas get slayed on the song
Those who deviate from the path meet their demise in our music
The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds
The song leaves no room for defense, delivering intense blows
And leaks sounds that's heard
And releases sounds that are audible to all
93 million miles away from
A significant distance from
Came one to represent the Nation
Arrived as a representative of our people
This is a gathering of the masses
This is a gathering of many people from different backgrounds
That come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan
Who have come to honor and show admiration for the Wu-Tang Clan
As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage
As we start performing, the audience erupts in excitement and anger
The high chief Jamel Irief takes the stage
The respected leader Jamel Irief steps forward
Light is provided through sparks of energy
We illuminate the stage with bursts of enthusiasm
From the mind that travels in rhyme form
From the imaginative thoughts expressed through lyrics
Giving sight to the blind
Enlightening those who are unaware or ignorant
The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
Those lacking intelligence are captivated by the rhythm
Death only one can save self from
Death is something only an individual can avoid
This relentless attack of the track spares none
This unrelenting assault from the song affects everyone
Yo, yo, yo, fuck that
Hey, hey, hey, forget about that
Look at all these crab niggas laid back
Observe all these inferior individuals relaxing
Lampin' like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack
Chilling like the gray and black Puma sneakers on my friend's shoe rack
Codeine was forced in your drink
Codeine was secretly added to your drink
You had a navy green salamander fiend
You were intoxicated with a strong desire for drugs
Bitches overheard you scream
Women heard you cry out in distress
You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb
You're deceitful, a disgraceful individual from a poor area, and I've made you feel nothing
Blowing like Shalamar in '81
Experiencing success and popularity, like the band Shalamar in 1981
Sound convincing, thousand dollar cork-pop convention
Appear persuasive, like a high-priced champagne popping at a gathering
Hands like Sonny Liston, get fly permission
Fists as powerful as Sonny Liston, granted the freedom to fly
Hold the fuck up, I'll unfasten your wig, bad luck
Wait a minute, I'll remove your wig, bringing misfortune
I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch
I embarrass and divide people by their nationality
It's me, Black Noble Drew Ali, came in threes
It's me, representing Black Noble Drew Ali, arriving in a group of three
We like the Genovese, sazon season these degrees
We resemble the Genovese crime family, adding flavor to our accomplishments
It's Earth, 93 million miles from the first
This is planet Earth, approximately 93 million miles from the sun
Rough turbulence, the wave burst, split the megahertz
Unstable conditions, creating a powerful wave that disrupts frequencies
Ayo, that's amazing
Hey, that's incredible
Gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk
Threatening speech, using aggressive and offensive language
Connect thoughts to make my man child walk
Combine ideas to influence my friend's actions
Swift notarizer, Blue-Tang, all up in the high-riser
A skilled and efficient writer, with a blue butterfly tattoo, in a tall building
New York Yank visor, word tranquilizer
Wearing a New York Yankees visor, my words can calm and soothe
Adjust the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives
Control the quantity, empower my group with explosive talent
While, my pen blow lines ferocious
As I write, my pen creates fierce and powerful lines
Mediterranean, see y'all, the number one draft pick
From the Mediterranean, here I am, the top choice
Tear down the beat, God, then delegate the God to see God
Overwhelm the beat, God, then assign the responsibility to the representative of God
The swift chancellor, flex the white gold tarantula
The quick and powerful leader, showing off his expensive jewelry
Track truck diesel, play the weed God substantiala
A powerful performer, enjoying marijuana to a significant extent
Max mostly, undivided then slide in sickening
Maximize my efforts, united and then proceed with disgust and hatred
Guaranteed made 'em jump like Rod Strickland
I promise, I made them react strongly, like the basketball player Rod Strickland
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
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, Elgin Evander Turner
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@NightKilla2004
0:25 Ason Unique aka Ol' Dirty Bastard
0:52 Inspectah Deck
1:40 Method Man
2:22 Cappadonna
2:55 Ason Unique, aka Ol' Dirty Bastard (Hook)
2:59 U-God
3:40 Prince Rakeem aka RZA
4:07 Genius/GZA
4:23 Masta Killa
4:59 Ghostface Killah
5:36 Shaquan aka Raekwon The Chef
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If ur watching this in 2023 u a legend
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v3 VizzleYt onggg
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Hell ye I’m still watching this is big wu for life
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Haha I am bro shit bump
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Never stopped
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U too Wu Tang clan 🤣we Wu Forever!!!!!!!
@11cylynt11
Wu-Tang is the only rap group that can make a 6 minute song with no hook and it still becomes a hit.
@NOVAsteamed
Québec should be an independant country. Like if you agree.
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Duh cuz there from new york
@Laicn
Villhelm Cranford You probably think lil pump can rap dude you have no place here