[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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Yeah, now we're gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'?
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Def Jam, knowumsayin'?
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Niggas like Method Man, Redman
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Say all the artists here, knowumsayin'?
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Bacon Lot, knowumsayin'?
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I don't need no introductions, Cat
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Whuuuuut
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I'm sittin' in my west, I'm analyzin' thoughts
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I'm sippin' off a quart that I just had bought
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I'm thinkin' of the moment, things soar in that head
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I feel assurin' durin', also glad
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Yes, feel assured by knowin' I won
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Cuz there's no one who can fuck wit A-Sun
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I'm not bein' pushy but I'm born to boss
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You need A-Sun, oh yes, well of course
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Don't see the riot, everyone keeps quiet
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If you don't believe nigga, get hyper and try it
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Yes it is me, a total fresh MC
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Yo, I'm born to be, MC history
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Rhyming on time because that's the deal
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You're only as fresh as your ass feel
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Other MC's, you are bound to fall
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Cuz your real world is not a world at all
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[1 - Street]
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Drunken Master, styles causin' street disaster
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Blaze cut faster than a fairy slasher
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Tai-chi, Kung Fu fighting, ODB hands quick as lightenin'
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Techique too deadly
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Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like lay long
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Let's get it on, heavy chow broke, it's not 'bout
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Shadow boxin', better punch, you need oxegen, try again
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When yu catch the second wind, I'll break you in
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[Masta Killa]
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Approach the mic slow, it's about to blow
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One foot crow crane, anti-chain movement
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Restore the ming, some take this thing for joke
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Serious men deep in thought, misunderstood, held the fork
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He's too defensive, too mean, you didn't, now it's a scene
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These cats over here got glock holdin' him down
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These niggas scheming, I'm seeing everything
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Ten steps ahead, on the wall smokin' my
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Agent high told best friend of the wine
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[Method Man]
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Still drunk offa cheap wine
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Holdin' front lines, niggas wanna front, fine
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Fuck wit me and mine, rain on your sunshine
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Swine nigga's come as hard as a pork rind
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Can you dig it? Only five percent live it
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While the rest of you fake niggas try to get it
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Now fuck around
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[Repeat 1]
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[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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Down wit the All In Together Now Crew
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The GZA, the RZA, me of course too
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The thing I'm analyzing is strickly Hip Hop
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That's what's made, well made is on my workshop
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You was unable plus earn advance
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Just to touch the untouchable kip hop dance
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They're sayin' of the utmost, truly I'm the utmost
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Have you ever caught the hip hop holy ghost
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Man, I mean really, that shit is mad hype
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Especially when you find yourself rhymin' over mics
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I became a wrecker through my amplifier
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Break it down base, treble through my dancer
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That's one new dance, it's to my Black Magic music
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It's not classic, arabic, or basic
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It's strickly thickly, dirty and districkly
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If not don't you pick me and forget me
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[Repeat 1]
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And You Don't Stop
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Method Man |