[Ol' Dirty Bastard (Ghostface Killah)]
One two, one two - you taping this?
(All types of shit yo let that shit ride)
Bluuuue Moooooooon (word to mother) turn up the microphone
(Get all that good shit, get all that good shit) one two, one two
One two, one two one two... one two
(Now niggaz know)
Ssshhhit, yo yo check this out, check this joint
This is strictly for the radio, yo
I just want all y'all to know
The reason why I curse because my momma and my daddy
They grew up cursin
So please respect my style, please!
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I'll grab the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole staminu
Ohh, sssshit, nahh...
I'll grab the mic and now I damage ya, cut your whole staminuh
Here comes the medical examiNUH
One verse then you out for the count
Bring the ammonia make sure he sniff... (the right amount)
Ya yo I'm sorry, un-gah-e-ya-ee-yah
I'll grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamina
Here comes the medical examiNUH
One verse then you're out for the count
Bring the ammonia, make sure he sniffs the right amount
Wake you up and then ask you
How do you intend this
Competition to get an asssss kickin sooooo tremendoouuss, RAH!
You shouldn't bother this
Leave me alone like a son, he'll be fatherless!
I got the asiatic flow mixed with disco
Roll up on the scene like the Count of Monte Crisco
And MCs start to vanish
I rolled up on a jet black kid the nigga started speakin spanish
Yo! You wasn't from Panama!
I asked you how you get so fuckin dark, you said suntanama!!
He responded so fast, you made me laugh
Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH scared yer ass!
Kick the hundred strongest rhymes
Then I brought out the punk in him
Roll up with the strong five deadly venoms
Told you Enter the Wu-Tang!
Witness the Shaolin slang, that crush any shit you bring
I watch your ass take a big fall, why?!?
My main source, is like a friendly game of stickball
And as you step up to bat man, I play the riddler
You try to do me for my nigga I'll change to Hitler
I'll go out like Nazi, wish your fuckin ass stayed home and play Yahtzee
Or watchin Happy Days sweatin Potsie
With Ralph, Richie Cunningham, Joni and Chachi
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo Unique, yo kid
Check this shit out, yo yo!
Ninety five niggaz is wasted
Keystone capered
And Wu kept the rap fiends basted
Foamin out the mouthpiece, heads blown like geese
Murderous police, I do shows and perform in Grease
It's not magic, gaming is the gadget
World classic big national high attracts dear graphics
Lampin in my own zone, my physical show
Inhale bones Tony stuck for the diamond in Rome
He's convincin, labelled one man rap convention
The nigga that'll gun down eighty frenchmen
Lead vocalist, music specialist, rap arsonist
I deal with sharpness plus spark the hardest individual
I plant crimes inside vocals
My rap's like my passport, my life's my proof
Hit the sun roof be out like a wanderin dream
Shuttle, and get startled off the verbal hygiene, my nigga
"...came back but forgot the chainsaw!
And want to perform a massacre
Better be comin with some motherfucking shit that's spectacular..."
"...woah, can I get a Wu-Tang
Wu Tang Wu Tang Wu Tang Wu Tang
Wu Tang Wu Tang Wu Tang is on your brain..."
"...he ain't sayin nuthin fuck him
I'm the one man army Ason
I never been tooken out..."
"...my momma taught me this shh
And my daddy learned from my momma, which is good, which is goooood
Sweet sugar pie..."
"...I admire true niggaz like Dr and Snoop
Chamber number 9 verse 32
Only speaks about Brooklyn Zoo..."
Shame on you when you step through to
Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo
Shame on you when you step through to
Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo
What!! My nuh
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo
To the West coast
To the East coast
To the North coast
To the South
When you take North, East, West, South
Put it all together and it spell NEWS
Then you got the ol rhythm, bastard blues
And ya don't stop
So keep your shit, motherfucker, fucker, fucker...
(concert clip)