Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Harlem World, artist - Ol' Dirty Bastard.
Date of issue: 05.10.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Elektra Entertainment, Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
Harlem World |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |