Ol' Dirty Bastard
Return To The 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version
Cuttin' Headz
Isn't that powerful?...
Isn't that powerful?...
[Ol' Dirty Bastard (RZA)]
Here it is
(Where's it at?)
In the back
(Got a stack)
The Dirty Bastard
(Double Bastard flip the phat track)
Here I go, here I go, whether friend whether foe
Let them know that I flow over the rainbow
(Hit the deck)
Aw, yep, *ch-ch blaow* from the Tek, takin heads, takin necks
(What the fuck they expect?)
I don't know
(I don't care)
I won't fall
(I won't stare at a ho, less I know that I'm going to the mo-)
T-t-tel, (cause I'm lousy, my technique is drowsy
Some try to foul me)
Sayin that we lousy
(But I'm a tyrant, defiant, walkin New York Giant)
President of the Wu
(But I'm also a client)
It's the Wu what (you knew what, you do what what who what what
I don't give a flying fuck
About a chump, cause this heart only pumps Kool-Aid)
Snatch a kid by the braids, and cut his head off
Rhymes is rugged like burnt buildings in Harlem
The Ol' Dirty Bastard from the Temple of Shaolin
Dirty to the brain like drops of acid rain
Clang, clang, clang, rhymes pluckin at your brain
So take a sip from the cup of death
And when you're shaking my right hand, I'll stab you with the left
*Whirr whirr whirr!!* Red alert! Red alert!
Ason comin straight from the dirt
(Once I go berzerk mad brothers got hurt
Nuthin new in '92)
It's time to go to work
(Trails watch em scream once I hop on the scene
And fear the return of the fatal flying guillotine
Mr. Milli, that means I'm also militant
Don't wear no suit and tie, I'm no gentleman
Gettin laid, takin heads, that's my hobby
Punch a brother feels in the face who call me Robbie
I be the RZA, call me that cuz I
Never liked the name I received from my poppa
Dirty deluxe, yo, I'm huntin for ducks
Snatchin devils up by the hair, then cut his head off)
Isn't that powerful... (4x)
Here it is (where's it at) in the back (got a stack) (7x)
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