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[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, now we're gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'?
Def Jam, knowumsayin'?
Niggas like Method Man, Redman
Say all the artists here, knowumsayin'?
Bacon Lot, knowumsayin'?
I don't need no introductions, Cat
Whuuuuut

I'm sittin' in my west, I'm analyzin' thoughts
I'm sippin' off a quart that I just had bought
I'm thinkin' of the moment, things soar in that head
I feel assurin' durin', also glad
Yes, feel assured by knowin' I won
'cause there's no one who can fuck wit A-Sun
I'm not bein' pushy but I'm born to boss
You need A-Sun, oh yes, well of course
Don't see the riot, everyone keeps quiet
If you don't believe nigga, get hyper and try it
Yes it is me, a total fresh MC
Yo, I'm born to be, MC history
Rhyming on time because that's the deal
You're only as fresh as your ass feel
Other MC's, you are bound to fall
'cause your real world is not a world at all

[1 - Street]
Drunken Master, styles causin' street disaster
Blaze cut faster than a fairy slasher
Tai-chi, Kung Fu fighting, ODB hands quick as lightenin'
Techique too deadly
Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like lay long
Let's get it on, heavy chow broke, it's not 'bout
Shadow boxin', better punch, you need oxegen, try again
When yu catch the second wind, I'll break you in

[Masta Killa]
Approach the mic slow, it's about to blow
One foot crow crane, anti-chain movement
Restore the ming, some take this thing for joke
Serious men deep in thought, misunderstood, held the fork
He's too defensive, too mean, you didn't, now it's a scene
These cats over here got glock holdin' him down
These niggas scheming, I'm seeing everything
Ten steps ahead, on the wall smokin' my
Agent high told best friend of the wine

[Method Man]
Still drunk offa cheap wine
Holdin' front lines, niggas wanna front, fine
Fuck wit me and mine, rain on your sunshine
Swine nigga's come as hard as a pork rind
Can you dig it? Only five percent live it
While the rest of you fake niggas try to get it
Now fuck around

[Repeat 1]

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Down wit the All In Together Now Crew
The GZA, the RZA, me of course too
The thing I'm analyzing is strickly Hip Hop
That's what's made, well made is on my workshop
You was unable plus earn advance
Just to touch the untouchable kip hop dance
They're sayin' of the utmost, truly I'm the utmost
Have you ever caught the hip hop holy ghost
Man, I mean really, that shit is mad hype
Especially when you find yourself rhymin' over mics
I became a wrecker through my amplifier
Break it down base, treble through my dancer
That's one new dance, it's to my Black Magic music
It's not classic, arabic, or basic
It's strickly thickly, dirty and districkly
If not don't you pick me and forget me

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