| Yo, we gonna bring it down, to Harlem World
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| Bust your fuckin chops
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| Yo I remember when niggaz was lookin at themselves
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| on Farmers, motherfuckers was wearin double goose
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| Motherfuckers actin all rowdy
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| I’m sayin though
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| The whole trip that was never shown
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| I’m sayin though
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| See cause the knife, is the knife, of all knives
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| Most people gather around
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| To hear the show, that is comin through your town
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| (I was playin)
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| See my name
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| Is somethin, that you won’t know
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| Unless you’re dowwwwwwwwn, with the Brooklyn Zoo
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| Other brothers come
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| But never… come back
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| (Introducing)
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| So basically, what the Ol motherfuckin Dirty Bastard is sayin
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| is that if you fuck around
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| You’re gonna get yo’ass fucked up So don’t fuck around just lay down
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| Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard
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| I remember (dnnah-dah)(dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah)
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| Not too long ago
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| I went to a city
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| And I saw a Wu-Tang show
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| Now I always wanted
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| To get, with, the band
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| But niggaz was singin they own songs
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| bein in they own worlds
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| So I guess I, I guess I, RARAARRRRAAHHH!!!
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| The terminology, the psychology
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| you still expect me to accept
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| Do what I say off of TV, kay
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| with the button on record and the other on thus I press pause for a serious cause
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| to respect an intellect with this gratifying
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| now that I’m ready let the music begin
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| as I detect what I wrote with my through the time that I spent, money that I lent
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| rap records went up just to bounce
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| then became a new way to get paid
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| they said Rhymin on the mic is the number one
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| Then a brother get the feeling that he want to play cool
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| you discombumberated diabolical fool
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| Hog-flesh MC, go play in the mud
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| Another 20th century, modern day
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| Cannibal, humanoid, underground
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| chud broke loose from the god damn
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| dope-fiend addict why you walk with
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| Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome
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| when the MC’s came, to live out their name
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| roast rockin rhymes that was always
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| when I elevated, and mastered the time
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| You was stimulated from the high post
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| You got shot cause you knew you were rot
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| Verse Two:
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| You’re not the king of the diss
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| youse a queen of a bitch
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| And like a homosexual
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| your ass always switch
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| Niggaz wake up in the morning
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| you’re ugly-ass Gods
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| Got slob around your mouth
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| blue code in your eye
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| You can’t smile your teeth too gritty
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| Can’t even move, drawers too shitty
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| (you know what else) You’re shaped like a thistle
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| The holes in your drawers when you fuck been there since
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| YOU DUCKIN SUCKIN MOTHERFUCKIN COLD-HEARTED FAGGOT
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| Sperm germs on your worm DISINTEGRATED MAGGOTS
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| Repeat your rhymes all the time like a FUCKIN parrot
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| Phony gold chains only rated two carats
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| You tell your friends that your home is like heaven
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| Livin in the gutter sewer seven pipe eleven
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| You wear your socks twelve days in a row
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| Turn them on the other side so the dirt won’t show
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| Go to school, take a shit, don’t wipe your ass
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| Claimin on another sucka nigga in your class
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| YOU WANNA BATTLE?
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| Is it the pork on your fork, or the swine on your mind
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| Make you rap against a brother with a weak-ass rhyme
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| Swine on your mind, pork on your fork
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| Make you imitate the brother in the state of New York
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| Chain on your BRAIN, that drove you inSANE
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| When you tried to CLAIM, for the talent and the FAME
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| Not in the GAME, yet and still you CAME
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| Suffer the PAIN, as I demolish your NAME
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| Not like Betty Crocker, baking cake in the OV
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| Sayin this is dedicated to the one I love
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| Not a swine or dove, from the heaven’s up above
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| When I rap, people CLAP, so the pushers they shove
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| When I rhyme I get LOOSE, better than Mother Goose
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| Rock the mic day and NIGHT, so you see I’m the JUICE
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| Like the two-six-EIGHT, politicians demonstrate
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| Outro:
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| Now hold up hold up hold up hold up What y’all niggaz don’t seem to hear
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| Is y’all can not FUCK with me I saiiiiiiiiiid
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| ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
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| can’t FUCK with me I wanna give a shout out to my nigga Door, Door, Door
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| Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk
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| Yo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack
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| For the niggaz who’s here
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| And the girls who’s out there
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| Throw your hands in the air
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| Cause this one is more fly
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| Fly, fly
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| Flyyyyy, flyyyy
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| Flyyyyyyyyahhahayhahhhha
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| BZZZZT
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| Wooo!
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| Get your ass in the house boy, I told you
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| Get your ass in the house! |
| Get, get, in the god damn house boy!
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| Last fuckin time I’m gonna talk to you you hard-headed motherfucker
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| C’mon daddy?
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| I didn’t mean nothin by it but when it come to… FUCKIN with you MC’s |