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(feat. Masta Killa, Ol' Dirty Bastard, U-God) |
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[Ol' Dirty Bastard] |
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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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[Chorus x7: Ol' Dirty Bastard] |
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Break that break (nah-nah-nah-nah) |
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[U-God] |
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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, mass master 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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[Chorus x7] |
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[Masta Killa] |
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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 |
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[Chorus to fade] |
