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OL DIRTY BASTARD lyrics : "Harlem World"

[Intro: Ol Dirty [email protected]&!, Shorty %#@! Stain, and others]

[the first line originally ended "Dirty Dancin" on Jerky Boys sountrack]

%#@! that makes me high
(one two, one two)

Yo, we gonna bring it down, to Harlem World
Bust your $#[email protected] chops
Yo I remember when ^!$$%z was lookin at themselves

On Farmers, mother$#[email protected] was wearin double goose
Mother$#[email protected] actin all rowdy
I'm sayin though

(one two, one two)
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 (what what?)
Is somethin, that you won't know

Unless you're dowwwwwwwwn, with the Brooklyn Zoo
Other brothers come
But never... come back


So basically, what the Ol mother$#[email protected] Dirty [email protected]&! is sayin

Is that if you $#[email protected] around (one two, one two)
You're gonna get yo' $$# $#[email protected] up
So don't $#[email protected] around just lay down

[Verse One: Ol Dirty [email protected]&!]

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 ^!$$%z 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 (*##$
And like a homosexual
Your $$# always switch

^!$$%z 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 %#@!ty
(you know what else) You're shaped like a thistle
The holes in your drawers when you $#[email protected] been there since
Sperm germs on your worm DISINTEGRATED MAGGOTS

Repeat your rhymes all the time like a !#@*IN 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 %#@!, don't wipe your $$#
Claimin on another sucka ^!$$% in your class
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


Now hold up hold up hold up hold up
What y'all ^!$$%z don't seem to hear
Is y'all can not !#@* with me

I saiiiiiiiiiid
Can't !#@* with me

I wanna give a shout out to my ^!$$% Door, Door, Door
Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk
Yo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack

For the ^!$$%z 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


Get your $$# in the house boy, I told you
Get your $$# in the house! Get, get, in the god damn house boy!
Last $#[email protected] time I'm gonna talk to you you hard-headed mother$#[email protected]

C'mon daddy?
I didn't mean nothin by it
But when it come to... !#@*IN with you MC's

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