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 yall 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
Ill grab the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamin-u
Ohh, sssshit, nahh
Ill 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, Im sorry, un-gah-e-gas-e-ya
Ill grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamiNUH
Here comes the medical examiNUH
One verse then youre 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 shouldnt bother this
Leave me alone like a son hell 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 wasnt 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 Ill change to Hitler
Ill 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
Its 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
Hes convincin, labelled one man rap convention
The nigga thatll 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 raps like my passport, my lifes 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 Cmon
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 dont stop
So keep your shit, motherfucker, fucker, fucker!
Live concert