| Ol' Dirty kickin' your ass
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| The things that you learnt in class, is trash
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| You can’t do nothing with it, I put you in the past
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| The pilgrim muthafuckas -- shut the fuck up!
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| I do it to you bad luck, the hair get plucked
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| The only thing on your brain is to give me this cash
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| And stay out of business, cuz I’m takin' your cash
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| This world belong to me, none of y’all free
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| I got y’all in -- slavery
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| The habit of breathing, the hope to find
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| That you’re misbehaving, Link your Cuban
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| Fuck your booing, flash the burners
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| On your crewing, cuz I’m much different from
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| The other M.C.'s, I got the amazing ability
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| I get on the mic, so you can have a ball (break that break)
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| I can fly through the air and stick to the wall
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| I can take a punch, or get hit by a car
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| Could go to the nearest or farthest star
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| As a matter of fact, that’s what I won’t talk about
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| How I’m going outer space, just to be in the house
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| How I’m going outer space, ---- -- be in the house
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| Break that break (nah-nah-nah-nah)
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| I’m that mic enhancer, the beat programmer
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| When Ason Unique speak, he throw hammers
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| And we go bananas over old school breaks
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| I take an old school loop and break it on yo face
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| I start from a clean slate, bang you on the waistline
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| Deep Space Nine, Math smash the bass line
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| I break spines, til they fraction or splinter
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| I want Michael Jackson money, just a fraction of Thriller
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| Deep in, the laboratory, manufacture the Zilla
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| Cock, notch category, capture the realer
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| We the ex-drug dealers, still serving them fiends
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| With TV’s in the car, the size of movie screens
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| You know the routine, give 'em what they need
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| That disco shit, satisfaction guaranteed
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| Yeah, 1−2-3, microphone check
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| In the place to be, as you can see
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| This is Wu-Tang Clan guest starring M. C
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| With no harm intended, nobody offended
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| Carry on with the social, nothing but a party tonight
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| Special invite, ladies free before midnight
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| We lock the club down, clash sound hear the guns pop
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| See D.J.'s spin, counter clock, keep gridlocked
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| Line around the block, women by the flock
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| Wanna party with the great, I reap Jamel
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| Ring bells throughout the state
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| Diggin' in the crates, for the old school
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| Remix, nice it up for the people
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| Ladies want the hardest stiff, to spread eagle |