(feat. Ms. Roxy (a.k.a. Roxanne))

[Ol' Dirty !@&! - singin (RZA)]

Reunited cuz it feels so good (Yo, yo, ^!$$%z ain't %#@!)
Reunited cuz we're understood (Your (*##$ ain't %#@!)
There's one perfect thing and (Your momma ain't %#@!)

children this one is it (Your daddy ain't %#@!)
We both we're so excited cuz (You ain't %#@!)
we're reunited, hey! hey! (^!$$%z ain't %#@!)

(Your momma ain't %#@!)
(Your daddy ain't %#@!)
(You ain't %#@!, you ain't %#@!)

(Yo, yo)

[GZA]

Reunited, double LP, world excited
Struck a mass to the underground, industry ignited
from metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth

Wicked ^!$$%z come, try to burglarize the turf
Scattin off soft-ass beats, them ^!$$%z rap happily
Tragically, that style, de-ter-iate, rapidly

Uncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositions
You couldn't add it up, if you mastered addition
Where I come from, gettin visual is habitual

De-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in rituals
I splash the paint on the wall, it formed the mural
He took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was plural

Rhymin while impaired, dart hit your garment
Pierced your internals, streamlined compartments
Just consider the unparallel advantage

of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage

[Ol' Dirty !@&!]

I'm known on the microphone as the rap professor
Casual dresser, you may dress fresher
The way that I speak this %#@! is energetic

My physique of meat is quick atheletic
Remove all MC's who disapprove
that my funky fresh particle always have the groove

You're jealous over me because you're not a competitor
You're just a donor, I'm the rap editor
Tryin to rock the mic when you get an appetite

All negative on the mic, I dislike
Try to rock the mic but only will reduce
Try to get loose, you juice as a youth

Not knowin to yourself that you shall be frozen
I'm the MC warrior, who has been chosen
to rock and shock beats, polite when I recite

Sulfur MC's, you are down right, out right
Try to be talkative, there's no alternative
Hide until I forgive, this motive

I am unique with the perfected physique
The objective of my rhyme is my own technique
I maintain the paradise on this Earth

with the shut the $#&@ up style for what this %#@! is worth
Watch a ^!$$% catch a purse
Super-hero ^!$$%z die

Do my dirt, get away and multiply
You (*##$es, ya nice guys
Always want (*##$, because ya need mine

I pleased on how I get up on the stage and $#&@ up the show
Cuz nobody can't $#&@ with me!
You bootleggin buyin mother$#&@ers, don't do that with me

with all these child-support cases I got, I needs my money!
Earl for ages, a 100 and down, sacrifice ya baby to the underground
The best kept secret, how does it feel to be boxin in

like a skeleton, growin back ya skin?
When I was young, I was taught how to produce
the science of babies gettin loose

I turned white boys to Springsteen spruce
Black to spooks, gave the Chinese Bruce
I can't help it if my style is foggy, monster boogie

Get ya high on my patio, all come to see me movie
Bicthes, you're walkin on my dirt
We ain't sayin nuthin

I whisper in ya ear, make ya blink cold Pert
Love potion, plenty bones I put up
What!? What!? What!? What!?
You know what time it is,
mothe$#&@ers!


[Ol' Dirty !@&! - singing (Ms. Roxy)]
Reunited and it feels so good (It's Wu mothe$#&@ers)
Reunited cuz we're understood (ah, Wu-Tang mother$#&@ers)
There's one perfect thing

and children this one is it
We both we're so excited
cuz we're reunited, hey! hey! (It's Wu mother$#&@ers)
(ah, Wu-Tang mother$#&@ers)
(It's Wu mother$#&@ers)

(ah, Wu-Tang mother$#&@ers)
(It's Wu mother$#&@ers)
(ah, Wu-Tang mother$#&@ers)

[Outro: Ol' Dirty !@&!]

I want to give a big shout out to the Wu-Tang Clan.
We holdin it down. YouknowI'msayin?
I also want to show mad love to Puffy cuz you holdin it down.
Master P, you holdin it down.
KnowI'msayin? Dr.Dre, you holdin it down.
Give Snoop my love, E-40.

MC Eiht, West Coast, word is bond.
This is family, I don't give a $#&@!
Striaght up. It's Dirt Dog, ^!$$%!
Y'all ^!$$%z know how the $#&@ I get down!
knowI'msayin? I'm here to represent this %#@!!
KnowImean? I love y'all ^!$$%z!
Mother$#&@er, my stomach hurts!

(*##$, I got to go!
(ah, Wu-Tang mother$#&@ers...)