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Ahh ahh, I never saw so many people tonight
I mean y'all all got it crowded up in here and that's good I'm glad that y'all givin it up for him, y'all givin it up for him That's good |
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| 2. |
| 2:50 |
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Oh, fuck, you can't even sing.
Hey, baby, I like it rawww... Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!! Ooh, baby, I like it raww... Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!! Sh... Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay, Gimme the mic so I can take it away. Off on a natural charge, bon voyage Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad Wu-Tang Killerrr Bees on a swarm! Rain on ya dollar's ass, disco dorm! For you to even touch my skill, You gotta have the one Killer Bee and he ain't gonna kill. Now My producer slam, my flow is like bam! Chop that down, pass it all around! Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground! For any MC in any 52 states, I gets psycho killerrrr Norman Bates! My producer slam, sharp like bam! Jump on stage, and then I dun-daaaah! I like the way you come Hey, baby, I like it rawww... Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!! Ooh, baby, I like it raww... Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!! |
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| 3. |
| 3:26 |
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Yo, are you taping baby?
Baby are you taping? Ohh yeahhahhahheeyahhhyahhhhohhhyahhhh Baby baby c'mon, baby c'mon, baby c'mon What the fuck anybody wanna do? Right motherfucking now! Ahhahhahhhah [Verse One:] I'm the dog who's ahead of the Lords Dirty Bastard from the Wu-Tang squad Can I get raw, yes I get Dirty to the floor Rhymes, hittin on your mind, you could never ignore Hip-hop to me is like a place to be My specialTY from me to you is emCEE Say what you wanna sayyyahhh, baby sayahh I flip the microphone-ah, any dayahh I'm mad swift because I got that gift of gab Niggaz get mad, your ass stink never had This talent that I got will resound the spot MC's, you got paid a lot You ever notice a black man damn mostly slams When it come to the money yo it ain't funny It's what you gotta do what you got to do C'mon, can I get a Wu-Tang Wu, Tang,% |
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| 4. |
| 3:38 |
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I'm the one-man army Ason,
I've never been tooken out, I keep M.C.'s lookin' out, I drop science like girls be droppin' babies, Enough to make a nigga go cra-a-azy, Energy building, Takin' all types of medicine, Your ass thought you were better than, Ason, I keep planets in orbit, While I be comin' with deeper and more shit, Enough to make and bake and shake your ass and clock and take, Rhymes good as a tasty cake, mix, this style, I'm masterin', Niggas catchin' headaches, what, what?You need Aspirin, This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol, Fuck around get sprayed with Lysol, In your face like a can of mace, baby, Is it burnin? Well, fuck, now you're learnin', How, I don't even like your motherfuckin' profile, Give me my fuckin' shit, (Ch-ch...plow!) Not seen and heard, no one knows, you forget, Niggas be quiet as kept, Now you know nuthin', before you knew a whole fuckin' lot, Your ass don't wanna get shot, Alot of M.C.'s came through my showdown, To watch me put your fuckin' ass lo-o-ow down, As you can go, below zero, without a doubt I've never been tooken out, By a nigga, who couldn't figure, yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure, Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure, how to pull a fuckin' gun triger, Get the fuck outta here! Nigga wanna get too close, to the upmost, But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host, "Introducin', yo fuck that nigga's name," My hip-hop drops on your head like ra-a-ain, And when it rains it pours, cause my rhymes hardcore, That's why I give you more of the raw, Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot, M.C.'s I be bur-r-rnin', bur-r-rnin' hot, Woah ho ho! Hit me like slow-mo with the flow, If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know, I'm homicidal when you enter the target, Nigga get up, act like a pig tryin to hog shit, So I take yo ass out quick, the mics I had my nigga, You can suck my dick, If you wanna step to my motherfuckin' wreck, (Ch-ch plow! plow! plow!) blown to death, You got shot cause you knock knock knock, "Who's there?" Another motherfuckin' hardrock, Slackin' on your back cause raw's what you lack, You wanna react? Bring it on back... Shame on You, when you step through to, the Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo! Shame on You, when you step through to, the Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo! Shame on You, when you step through to, the Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo! Shame on You, when you step through to, the Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo! Shame on You, when you step through to, the Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo! What?My nigga... Shame on You... Shame on You, when you step through to, the Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo! Shame on You, when you step through to, the Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo! What?My nigga... |
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| 5. |
| 3:02 |
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My beats are slammin from the rugged programming My man Bob Marley hey my man I'm Jammin You could never touch the stamina, while I'm rammin the Hip-hop crowd makes me rrrah rrrah rrrah Other MC's got flipped with the ease Beggin me for burnt cigar, stop the music please No, cause I'm a PRO, rap to the conVO Make a crowd say HOE, at a strip SHOW Represent, my name is Ason, keep calm Rhyme's too smoky, funky like a stink bomb Boom! Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger So you betta run for covah! Niggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass! Woooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live MC gonna live God? No, the nigga die The max-imum of MC's are populating The min-imum of those MC's are dominating Now all and together now, to what what who? Rhymes come stinky like a girl's poo-poo [Chorus:] Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa [2x] [Verse Two:] Ahh shit, here I go once again Rhymes get shitty from the time that I spend I come old like toe fungus mold Ask my grand-pop pop duke gave my soul Then I came with that old Al Green shit Saaa-die, taught me the ballisitc I get you blurry in your eye with a high note Down, to the Brownsville, oops you got smoked The shit I'm droppin is stinkin up your area When I shoot it through like a messanger carrier I keep my breath smellin like shit so I can get FUNKY, baby I'm not havin it [Chorus 2X] Help master! [battle ensues] Dragon-fist! Horse-fist! Bastard, I didn't know who you were |
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| 6. |
| 4:02 |
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Yeah! I wanna let allllll y'all niggaz know in here tonight That this is that Wu-Tang shit This that shit that's gonna get you high... [echoes] See when you stimulate your own mind, for one common cause You see, who's the real motherfuckers See what you see, is you what you see (Can I say it? Wu-Tang a-run tings!) Be the original G Rhymin on timin and in the place to be (Run blood claat tings!) They love see meeeeeeee! [Ol' Dirty Bastard] You're a crossbreed, I'm a knowledge seed I want ACTION, that's what I need I never put doubt in my mind Cause I know when I touch the mic there's the rhyme See murder which is caused When you fuck with the negative and positive charge Then they came up, out my garage With the hit that's gonna be LARGE Tired of sittin on my fuckin ass Niggaz I know, be runnin around with mad fuckin cash Who the FUCK wanna be an emcee If you can't get paid, to be a fuckin emcee? I came out my momma pussy I'm on welfare Twenty-six years old still on welfare! So I gotta get paid fully Whether it's truthfully or untruthfully With my Boston bloodthirsty process P-E-A-C-E [Chorus: Method Man] Move em in move em in Move em out move em out Stick it up [whip sound] raw hide! [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yea, gotta come back to attack Killin niggaz who said they got stacks, cause I don't give a fuck [inhales] I wanna see blood, whether it's period blood Or bustin your fuckin face, some blood!! I'm goin out my FUCKIN mind!! Everytime I get around devils [breathing hard]-aca |
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| 4:27 |
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[Girl 1:] Oh cutie got it goin' ON!
[Girl 2:] Cute? What? That dirty motherfucker? [Girl 1:] You buggin'! [Girl 2:] Ain't no buggin', he's some ugly motherfucker. [Girl 1:] You buggin', no look at his disposition, shorty gotta stride! [Girl 2:] What stride? Ugly motherfucker, he ain't shit. [Girl 1:] See, that's my plate, brother may kill me like that. [Girl 2:] You got mad sour flavor on shorty, cuz that ain't shit at all... [Girl 1:] I'm yo G, I don't think he realizes it. Look at him! [Girl 2:] Look at what? Dirty motherfucker, he ain't shit. [Girl 1:] Hahaha, you don't see what I see, B. [Girl 2:] I don't see nothing, you ain't blind, sisso. [Girl 1:] True, true. Just look at him, just look at his disposition! [Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard] Approach the school nine thirty, you're late This time happy the solution was my date. Get in your class, walk to your chair Pop is all you see and then occasionally stare At the teacher, more, tune in to we're clocking ya. Lean back at this girl kept clockin' ya hood Simulated from a (sensimilia) blonde, Tell the young girl "Baby, you're the one I want." She doesn't respond, pretends to ignore So you say to yourself, it be her old and sore mentally Pitchin' lies, the aim on the board as hot and wild pussy You cannot afford this Oooh, what slim and trim was my inner friend Dear, quietly I want him to know my boots, To rap out loose in my class, But I kept sayin' the size of my dick and that ass. So I turned around to arrange a date. Swinging episode, baby number one's gotta say it She popped a gum, cold twist to come I said "Baby, how you feel?" She said "Sure" Then I |
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| 9. |
| 2:23 |
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Intro
Sing the song sing along with me Sing the song sing the song with me Verse 1 When I'm with you baby tell me why tell me so I ask you to go high you tell me to go low So I go low [slurp] taste the shit [Slurp] taste it again I like it [Rrr] I'm the original G O D Making young ladies scream's my specialty when I go DUN DUN DUN DUH girls get hype From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped When I kill, that ol' mad funky flow Not sayin Ason, duck duck disco Or disco duck, strictly hip hop baby baby, I can't stop Wu, gots ta like come on through Soo, that's the call for the Wu I came here to rectify BROOKLYN ZOO, terrify Why, niggas wanna get up and rap and rap and rap Man, fuck that Shit, that I make it's the skit I wanna see ya hands in the air, can ya dig it Let's sing the song Come on party people, all in together now, sing along Have you ever ever ever In your long legged life Had a bald headed bitch For your bald headed wife [laughter] Gimme dat Verse 2 Who's the baddest motherfucka in the Brooklyn town And also representer of the Wu-Tang sound If you wanna get up and get fucked up Last nigga got up and got shot up But you's a gangsta, on the boards I'll bang ya Mess with the Wu-Tanger, I'll hang ya You'll get shanked and spanked and alley-ooped I admire true niggas like Dre and Snoop Chamber number 9, verse 32 Only speaks about BROOKLYN ZOO That a true nigga shall come through No-one is available to be compatible This is chamber number 9, verse 32 is what we call The Stomp [Stomp] The stomp is down [Stomp] Get down for your crown [Stomp] Stomp [Stomp] [ODB] Verse 3 Brothas always playin with the microphone When it blows up in your face, [BOOM] you leave it alone You couldn't touch, this style is too much It's the rhymer, I don't give a crippled crab crutch [Grruh] Any nigga or niggerette Get burned to the brimecell like a cigarette Straight up and down, I don't play around Rhymin gets me paid madd bread by the pound Shout out to my crew, tight as a belt y'all Go by the name Big A, from the shelter |
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| 4:20 |
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I am the U-N-I, The Q-U-E, the G to the O-D
I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man called Unique G Well, my name is known all over the world To the foxy ladies and the pretty girls I go down in history As the baddest brother that ever could be You couldn't show me Didn't know me How to be a true MC My advantage on the M-I-C is the slang That I manifest so you could never hang Obviously you know my name by now I done thrown stupid parties all through your town Dirt Megirt...that's my motherfucking name Love to flirt...that's my motherfucking name They said "Who wanna be an MC?" I am the original G-O-D Making young ladies scream (is) my speciality See my style, different from yours Make young bitch want to drop their drawers I gotta song for you all: SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW WHERE BLUEBIRDS FLY SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW WHY OH WHY HEAR ME NOW! Style funky, you know dat's me KILLER BEE whohoho ONE MAN ARMY Down for mine when I go on tour Throw your hands in the air if you want more Style is evil is like an wicked witch With the mi-ca-phone spliggh! Funky as a bitch Which is which, makes me nasty nasty Next on the mic is the rappin NUH You want some of the Ason's gun Shoot the nigga, BLAAOW, reaches no one Then you KNOW not to touch my HOE I like livin my own fuckin show |
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| 11. |
| 4:21 |
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Yo imagine, imagine the shit
Drunk as hell and shit And you going into a fuckin bar and shit You stumbling over bitches and everything Falling over everywhere, throwing up and shit Yeahhayyyeahhahhh C'mon c'mon Ahhahahiahhhhhhh I want ALL y'all people to feel what I feel See my momma taught me this SHEEEIIIT And my daddy learned from my momma Which is good! Which is goodahhhhhhhhh Sweet sugar pie, oh I wish you were mine Lookin so good, like you know you should, yeah And I-ayyeah, love you down, down baby Oh my girlie, sweet my honey You look so good to me Love you down, all night long Yeahhheahhhahhhh Yeah, all night long Yeahhahhhhhh, all night long girl Sugar pie Sweet oh-my-oh-my there's no lie I love you girl, love you girl Love you sweet pie Yeaheahhhahhhhh Do you love me? Do you love me like this? (Do you love this girl) I know you love me. I love you TOO!! Ahhahhahhhah (I'll let you know) I'm serious I need to know that I needs you to let me really know that I said I'm serious, very, very serious Aight, let's go [sounds like Ol Dirty having the orgasm from hell on the microphone] Yeahhhh, all night long Yeahhaeahhahhhh Ahhhhhhhahahyeahh It's other groups that's better than me like the Temptations And you other, groups From the Motown, Philadelphia, Atlanta (this is dedicated to you) And you others, better than me Mrs. Jones, don't feel disgraced baby Because I love your soul your got it together type thing Diana Ross (see I don't say these things for myself) Michael JAZZY-Jackson (please understand or something |
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Now number two, practiced the snake style He was known as the snake spirit He had the speed of a snake [IntroVerse One: Killah Priest] Niggaz is like serpents out there (snake style, no one could compete) Serpents will bite Lay outside, and then they roll back into they holes They slither, in the streets of Brooklyn, New York Slither in the streets, of Manhattan In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx Streets of Staten Island Wherever you see em they slither Whoever... yo Fearsome shit... check it out Yo, yo It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder Said stay strong cuz his life is now over I flash back to the heathens that he roll with They shot him up and down nobody knows shit My peers, little ears Came up to me with a eye full of tears Last night we was shootin dice and gettin nice Kid rolled us, played us for our merchandise We were in the hallway all day Me, Steve, and Little Ray Probably at first they tried to rob me Back me in the lobby, pull out the shotty Then came Scotty, fragile body My first impression, he returned from a party He was just stagger, smellin like Bacardi The Dragon, braggin, how he was fuckin mad hotties Pressed on the elevator button, then all of a sudden He licked off, about a dozen Slugs from the cannon, that ripped through my cousin Nobody was standin when the nigga started bustin Blood started to flood the floors, by the elevator doors That's the last thing that I saw Damn, we plan to make grands of our home (Number two) [Verse Two: The RZA] Jagged edge, rockin God, hard as Stonehenge |
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| 7:21 |
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One two, one two you taping this? All types of shit yo let that shit ride Word to mother, turn up the microphone! Get all that good shit, get all that good shit (one two, one two) One two, one two, one two... one two Now niggaz know Ssssshhhit, yo yo check this out, check this joint This is strictly for the radio, yo I just want all y'all to know The reason why I curse is because my momma and my daddy They grew up cursin So please respect my style, please! [Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard] I'll grab the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamin-u Ohh, sssshit, nahh I'll grab the mic and now I damage ya, cut your whole staminuh Here comes the medical examinuh One verse then you out for the count Bring the ammonia make sure he sniffs... the right amount Ya yo, I'm sorry, un-gah-e-gas-e-ya I'll grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamiNUH Here comes the medical examiNUH One verse then you're out for the count Bring the ammonia, make sure he sniffs the right amount Wake you up and then I ask you How do you intend this Competition to get an asssss kickin sooooo tremendous, RARRH! You shouldn't bother this Leave me alone like a son he'll be fatherless! I got the asiatic flow mixed with disco Roll up on the scene like the Count of Monte Crisco And MC's start to vanish I rolled up on a jet black kid the nigga started speakin spanish Yo! You wasn't from Panana!! I asked you how you get so fuckin dark, you said suntama He responded so fast, you made me laugh Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH scared-his ass! Kick the hundred strongest rhymes - |
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| 4:00 |
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See let a nigga come through with that bullshitAnytime you pop that shit niggaI'ma tell you you can suck a dick, you can suck a pussyI know, it'll come to what? Say what?Now I'ma let all you motherfuckers know(See them knows that this is something you can't fuck, always)Whether you from Brooklyn, whether you from ManhattanYou from Queens nigga, I don't give a fuck, where you be motherfucker?Where you reside motherfucker?How you live? How you see?Sort the stack outs, this one's the blackoutThree-fifty-seven to your mouthDunn can you hear me? Raw is how I'ma inflicting thisIt's that G type slang that makes this real sickeningIgnite my styles I got my hand upon the triggerStarts from the smallest and hits the bigger niggaYo, straight actin' live about them hell firesA known mental killer, or thriller, assassin of terrorThe hot bloody fatal mixture of carbonate waterHomicidal manslaughter, death is the order start the missionTravel like the speed of wind, through the valley of sinI step to ville and murdered many manServing justice in my vicinityThis is, Brooklyn, ZuI get down I get down I crack your fuckin crownLay around and watch some real niggaz break groundI can't shop 'cause every bro blowin' up the spotHit rocks and niggaz knowYo, niggaz grab the mic like the bites of a scorpionNervous, that's why the zoo brought me inNow bring 'em forth, like the tortures at the courtsBefore the case begin, first break me in his brainAnd make sure he can't maintain the calmnessYa harmless, watch how I bomb thisStage like mail, pre hands that be the moveNow your Posse is your fuckin' PlatoonStale cells, just flows through the airI'm like a ninja, once I send ya down stairsThen I get furious, imperious, the lyricistWith the cleverest rhyme erupt to deduct your fuckin' mindFuck, shit up on the hurry upKnown for burying ducks through more styles than a muckWarning you chump, brain is out for lunchGiven the power punch, soon to be paid like Donald TrumpNever fall victim to no bitchJerked my dick, but still got more hoes than a pimpAnd score more points than Shawn KempKeepin' powerfully strong like the center on the KnicksHut one, hut two, hut three, hutOl' Dirty Bastard live and uncutShame on a nigga who tried to run game on aGot more props than the PresidentMy hardcore represent, blowin' niggaz back who never had this'Cause I'm gifted, so you can get wrappedThe shit I'm kickin', send it to your moms for ChristmasAnd tell her, Shorty Shit Stain sent itSoon to have more green than the Jolly Green Giant'cause niggaz rap styles just down is aspiredYou shoulda stayed home instead of picking up a microphoneBut if you wanna run on up, like you toughI call your bluff, and blow you down with my hardcoreStuff, I shine like twenty-four caratRoll and stroll with the party sceneNigga wanna know me as Mr. CleanWza-wza-wza-wza-Wu-Tang, flip the script andTest my skill niggaz, you're trippin'Drugged up from sniffin', you're the one who's riffin'I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Andy GriffithStart to flip, slip, 'cause you're slippin'While you sleep I be the God on pointWith Scottie Pip pen as I, jump on stage, flip rip a showStrip and rip a hoe, way like BoJackson while I'm still taxin', maxin'Relaxin', sittin' back sellin' good tracksAnd again and again when I rock the jamWanna see 'em up in the air? Throw up your handIntroducin', one-man band in townIt's wild, with the style couldn't stand niggaWhen the jump, stepped, to the centerOf the rhyme inventor, MC's come at theYou get dap slapped, across the MC mapYour ass that's your ass, on a whore shotCome on through I black and blue your whole crewThen I get Rudy with the Hong Kong FooOl' Dirty Bastard, MC killer, money maker, Brooklyn, challengerThat I lay down like towel, then I get higherHere comes the ill, type rufferStyle be untouched I'm leavin' broken down grammars on the penWho who what? What brings it? Tighter than your anusChambers this name is for the deepest trainersKeep it stainless, steel, on time it is the windmillDeadly venom kills, at the last of the Sam's Mill60 Second, nucleus, attack on your setHit you with the blast(Yo, close the door)
------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By JONES, RUSSELL / DIGGS, ROBERT F. <i>Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i> |
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Here it is
Where's it at? In the back Got a stack The Dirty Bastard Yo you Bastard flip the phat track Here I go, here I go, whether friend whether foe Let them know that I flow over the rainbow Hit the deck Aw, yep, (ch-ch plow) from the Tek, takin heads, takin necks What the fuck they expect? I don't know I don't care I won't fall I won't stare at a ho, less I know that I'm going to the mo- T-t-tel, cause I'm lousy, technique is drowsy Stop tryin to foul me Sayin that we're lousy But I'm a tyrant, defiant, walkin New York Giant President of the Wu But I'm also a client It's the Wu, what, you knew what, you do what, what, who, what, what I don't give a flying fuck About a chump, cause this heart only pumps Kool-Aid Snatch a kid by the braids, and cut his head off Rhymes is rugged like burnt buildings in Harlem The Ol Dirty Bastard from the Temple of Shaolin Dirty to the brain like drops of acid rain Clang, clang, clang, rhymes pluckin at your brain So take a sip from the cup of death And when you're shaking my right hand, I'll stab you with the left (Whirr whirr whirrr!) Red alert! Red alert! Ason comin straight from the dirt Once I go berzerk, mad brothers got hurt Nuthin new in ninety-two It's time to do the work Trails of vatos scream once I hop on the scene And fear the return of the fatal flying guillotine Mr. Milli, that means I'm also militant Don't wear no suit and tie, I'm no gentleman Gettin laid, takin heads, that's my hobby Punch a brother in the face who call me Robbie I be the RZA, call me that cuz-I Never liked the name I recieved from my poppa Dirty deluxe, yo, I |
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| 2:43 |
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(Ol Dirty Bastard is doing a Martin Lawrence comedy skit from Raw) (this is going on in the background during the Intro and part Of the first verse) You know God damn well I don't smoke this shit Meth [coughing] Know damn well I don't smoke this sheyit Know damn well! I remember when we used to go down to the creek Member when we used to go down to the creek? And used to dip your head in the water? Everybody thought you had it in you, you know You used to jump out the water The water used to glisten alllllll over your bohhhhhhdy What? I said the water used to glisten alllllll over your bohhhhhhdy [Intro: Ol Dirty Bastard] Clean out my vocals Yeah, I said YEAH I said zuckazuhzuhzuh, zuckazuhzuh [more nonsense noises] Chkccha ckchcka Brooklyn, zucka Zoo C'mon baby baby, baby, baby Baby, baby, baby, c'mon! [Verse One:] Superlogical this, superlogical that I detect a nigga dialect by the way he rap I elect myself President MC My career so intelligent, unique physique Then with mathematics, not democratic Static, topic, Asiatic Zssshuh, them unique, never leak, brlaharl... Bring it on back Superlogical this, superlogical that I detect your dialect by the way you rappp! I elect myself President MC My career so intelligent, unique physique Doin mathematics and I'm not democratci No static, topic, I'm Asiatic See, I'm Unique, never... blarhalal... [Verse Two: Method Man, Ol Dirty Bastard] Crazy, lurkin in the shadows, I'm shady, sheisty Get your weight up, don't take me lightly Blasted, dirty to the grain I |
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Shit that makes me high [one two one two] Yo we gonna bring it down to Harlem World Bust your fuckin chops Yo I remember when niggaz was lookin at themselves on Farmers motherfuckers was wearin double goose Motherfuckers actin all rowdy I'm sayin though [one two, one two] The whole trip that was never shown I'm sayin though See cause the knife, is the knife, of all knives Most people gather around To hear the show, that is comin through your town (I was playin) See my name [what what?] Is somethin, that you won't know Unless you're dowwwwwwwwn, with the Brooklyn Zoo Other brothers come But never... come back (Introducing) So basically, what the Ol motherfuckin Dirty Bastard is sayin is that if you fuck around [one two, one two] You're gonna get yo' ass fucked up So don't fuck around just lay down Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard I remember (dnnah-dah)(dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah) Not too long ago " " I went to a city " " And I saw a Wu-Tang show " " Now I always wanted " " To get, with, the band " " But niggaz was singin they own songs bein in they own worlds So I guess I, I guess I, RARAARRRRAAHHH!!! The terminology, the psychology you still expect me to accept Do what I say off of TV, kay with the button on record and the other on thus I press pause for a serious cause to respect an intellect with this gratifying now that I'm ready let the music begin as I detect what I wrote with my through the time that I spent, money that I lent rap records went up just to bounce then became a new way to get paid they said "Rhymin on the mic is the number one" Then a brother get the feeling that he want to play cool you discombumberated diabolical fool Hog-flesh MC, go play in the mud Another 20th century, modern day Cannibal, humanoid, underground chud broke loose from the god damn dope-fiend addict why you walk with Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome when the MC's came, to live out their name roast rockin rhymes that was always when I elevated, and mastered the time You was stimulated from the high post You got shot cause you knew you were rot Verse Two: You're not the king of the diss youse a queen of a bitch And like a homosexual your ass always switch Niggaz wake up in the morning you're ugly-ass Gods Got slob around your mouth blue code in your eye You can't smile your teeth too gritty Can't even move, drawers too shitty (you know what else) You're shaped like a thistle The holes in your drawers when you fuck been there since YOU DUCKIN SUCKIN MOTHERFUCKIN COLD-HEARTED FAGGOT Sperm germs on your worm DISINTEGRATED MAGGOTS Repeat your rhymes all the time like a FUCKIN parrot Phony gold chains only rated two carats You tell your friends that your home is like heaven Livin in the gutter sewer seven pipe eleven You wear your socks twelve days in a row Turn them on the other side so the dirt won't show Go to school, take a shit, don't wipe your ass Claimin on another sucka nigga in your class YOU WANNA BATTLE? Is it the pork on your fork, or the swine on your mind Make you rap against a brother with a weak-ass rhyme Swine on your mind, pork on your fork Make you imitate the brother in the state of New York Chain on your BRAIN, that drove you inSANE When you tried to CLAIM, for the talent and the FAME Not in the GAME, yet and still you CAME Suffer the PAIN, as I demolish your NAME Not like Betty Crocker, baking cake in the OV Sayin this is dedicated to the one I love Not a swine or dove, from the heaven's up above When I rap, people CLAP, so the pushers they shove When I rhyme I get LOOSE, better than Mother Goose Rock the mic day and NIGHT, so you see I'm the JUICE Like the two-six-EIGHT, politicians demonstrate Outro: Now hold up hold up hold up hold up What y'all niggaz don't seem to hear Is y'all can not FUCK with me I saiiiiiiiiiid ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL can't FUCK with me I wanna give a shout out to my nigga Door, Door, Door Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk Yo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack For the niggaz who's here And the girls who's out there Throw your hands in the air Cause this one is more fly Fly, fly Flyyyyy, flyyyy Flyyyyyyyyahhahayhahhhha BZZZZT Wooo! Get your ass in the house boy, I told you Get your ass in the house! Get, get, in the god damn house boy! Last fuckin time I'm gonna talk to you you hard-headed motherfucker C'mon daddy? I didn't mean nothin by it but when it come to... FUCKIN with you MC's |
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