Intro:



One two, one two -- you taping this?

All types of shit yo let that shit ride

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

Ssssshhhit, 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 is because my momma and my daddy

They grew up cursin

So please respect my style, please!



Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard



I'll grab the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamin-u

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 sniffs... the right amount

Ya yo, I'm sorry, un-gah-e-gas-e-ya



I'll grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamiNUH

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 I ask you

How do you intend this --

competition to get an asssss kickin sooooo tremendous, RARRH!

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 MC's start to vanish

I rolled up on a jet black kid the nigga started speakin spanish

Yo! You wasn't from Panana!!

I asked you how you get so fuckin dark, you said suntama

He responded so fast, you made me laugh

Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH scared-his ass!

Kick the hundred strongest rhymes

then I brought out the punk in him

Roll up with the strong five deadly venoms

Told HIM! 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 Poxie

with Ralphie and Cunningham, Joni and Chachi



[Yo Unique, yo kid

Check this shit out! Yo, yo]



Verse Two: Ghostface Killer



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



[sample of Stamina]

[sample of Baby C'mon]

[sample of Brooklyn Zoo]

[sample of Drunk Game (Sweet Sugar Pie]

[sample of The Stomp]



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!



[live concert]


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