[Ol' Dirty Bastard *singin* (RZA)]
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Reunited cuz it feels so good
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(Yo, yo, niggaz ain't shit)
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Reunited cuz we're understood
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(Your bitch ain't shit)
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There's one perfect thing and
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(Your momma ain't shit)
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children this one is it
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(Your daddy ain't shit)
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We both we're so excited cuz
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(You ain't shit)
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we're reunited, hey! hey!
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(Niggaz ain't shit
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Your momma ain't shit
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Your daddy ain't shit
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You ain't shit, you ain't shit
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Yo, yo)
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[GZA]
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Reunited, double LP, world excited
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Struck a mass to the underground, industry ignited
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from metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth
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Wicked niggaz come, try to burglarize the turf
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Scattin off soft-ass beats, them niggaz rap happily
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Tragically, that style, de-ter-iate, rapidly
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Uncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositions
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You couldn't add it up, if you mastered addition
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Where I come from, gettin visual is habitual
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De-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in rituals
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I splash the paint on the wall, it formed the mural
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He took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was plural
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Rhymin while impaired, dart hit your garment
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Pierced your internals, streamlined compartments
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Just consider the unparallel advantage
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of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage
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[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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I'm known on the microphone as the rap professor
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Casual dresser, you may dress fresher
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The way that I speak this shit is energetic
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My physique of meat is quick atheletic
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Remove all MC's who disapprove
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that my funky fresh particle always have the groove
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You're jealous over me because you're not a competitor
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You're just a donor, I'm the rap editor
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Tryin to rock the mic when you get an appetite
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All negative on the mic, I dislike
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Try to rock the mic but only will reduce
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Try to get loose, you juice as a youth
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Not knowin to yourself that you shall be frozen
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I'm the MC warrior, who has been chosen
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to rock and shock beats, polite when I recite
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Sulfur MC's, you are down right, out right
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Try to be talkative, there's no alternative
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Hide until I forgive, this motive
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I am unique with the perfected physique
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The objective of my rhyme is my own technique
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I maintain the paradise on this Earth
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with the shut the fuck up style for what this shit is worth
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Watch a nigga catch a purse
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Super-hero niggaz die
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Do my dirt, get away and multiply
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You bitches, ya nice guys
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Always want bitch, because ya need mine
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I pleased on how I get up on the stage and fuck up the show
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Cuz nobody can't fuck with me!
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You bootleggin buyin motherfuckers, don't do that with me
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with all these child-support cases I got, I needs my money!
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Earl for ages, a 100 and down, sacrifice ya baby to the underground
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The best kept secret, how does it feel to be boxin in
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like a skeleton, growin back ya skin?
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When I was young, I was taught how to produce
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the science of babies gettin loose
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I turned white boys to Springsteen spruce
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Black to spooks, gave the Chinese Bruce
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I can't help it if my style is foggy, monster boogie
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Get ya high on my patio, all come to see me movie
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Bicthes, you're walkin on my dirt
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We ain't sayin nuthin
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I whisper in ya ear, make ya blink cold Pert
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Love potion, plenty bones I put up
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What!? What!? What!? What!?
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You know what time it is,
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mothefuckers!
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[Ol' Dirty Bastard *singing* (Ms. Roxy)]
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Reunited and it feels so good
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(It's Wu mothefuckers)
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Reunited cuz we're understood
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(ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers)
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There's one perfect thing
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and children this one is it
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We both we're so excited
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cuz we're reunited, hey! hey!
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(It's Wu motherfuckers
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ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers
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It's Wu motherfuckers
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ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers
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It's Wu motherfuckers
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ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers)
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[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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I want to give a big shout out to the Wu-Tang Clan.
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We holdin it down. YouknowI'msayin?
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I also want to show mad love to Puffy cuz you holdin it down.
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Master P, you holdin it down.
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KnowI'msayin? Dr.Dre, you holdin it down.
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Give Snoop my love, E-40.
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MC Eiht, West Coast, word is bond.
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This is family, I don't give a fuck!
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Striaght up. It's Dirt Dog, nigga!
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Y'all niggaz know how the fuck I get |