Harlem World

Intro: Ol Dirty Bastard, Shorty Shit Stain, and others (the first line originally ended "Dirty Dancin" on Jerky Boys sountrack) Shit that makes me high [One two, one two] Yo, we gonna bring it back, to Harlem World Motherfuckin' jocks (British Knights) Yo I remember when niggas was walking down the street On Farmers, motherfuckers was wearin goose goose Motherfuckers walking around with Brogans (I was wearing 'em) I'm sayin though [One two, one two] A gold tooth that was never shined I'm sayin though See cause tonight, is the night of all nights Most people gather around To hear the show, that is comin through your town (I was playin' em) See my name [what what?] Is somethin, that you won't know Unless you're dowwwwwwwwn, with the Brooklyn Zoo (I was wearing 'em) 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 niggas 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 the TDK... 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 about 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 MCs came, to live out their name Most rocked rhymes that was all the... When I elevated, and mastered the time You was stimulated from the high post You got shot cause you knew you were rocked Verse Two: You're not the king of the diss Youse a queen of a bitch You're like a homosexual Your ass always switch Niggas wake up in the morning Your ugly-ass guise Got slob around your mouth Green cold 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 fart them shits (whistle) YOU DUCKIN SUCKIN MOTHERFUCKIN COLD-HEARTED FAGGOT Sperm germ slimy worm DISINTEGRATED MAGGOT 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 Blame it 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 a 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 Nothin to GAIN, 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 they push and 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 MCs