Harlem World Lyrics by Ol' Dirty Bastard

Harlem World Lyrics

    Intro: Ol Dirty Bastard, Shorty Shit Stain, and others

    (the first line originally ended "Dirty Dancin" on Jerky Boys sountrack)
    Shit that makes me high
    [one two, one two]
    Yo, we gonna bring it down, to Harlem World
    Bust your fuckin chops
    Yo I remember when niggaz was lookin at themselves
    on Farmers, motherfuckers was wearin double goose
    Motherfuckers actin all rowdy
    I'm sayin though
    [one two, one two]
    The whole trip that was never shown
    I'm sayin though
    See cause the knife, is the knife, of all knives
    Most people gather around
    To hear the show, that is comin through your town
    (I was playin)
    See my name [what what?]
    Is somethin, that you won't know
    Unless you're dowwwwwwwwn, with the Brooklyn Zoo
    Other brothers come
    But never... come back
    (Introducing)

    So basically, what the Ol motherfuckin Dirty Bastard is sayin
    is that if you fuck around [one two, one two]
    You're gonna get yo' ass fucked up
    So don't fuck around just lay down

    Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard

    I remember (dnnah-dah)(dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah)
    Not too long ago " "
    I went to a city " "
    And I saw a Wu-Tang show " "
    Now I always wanted " "
    To get, with, the band " "

    But niggaz was singin they own songs
    bein in they own worlds
    So I guess I, I guess I, RARAARRRRAAHHH!!!
    The terminology, the psychology
    you still expect me to accept
    Do what I say off of TV, kay
    with the button on record and the other on
    thus I press pause for a serious cause
    to respect an intellect with this gratifying
    now that I'm ready let the music begin
    as I detect what I wrote with my
    through the time that I spent, money that I lent
    rap records went up just to bounce
    then became a new way to get paid
    they said "Rhymin on the mic is the number one"
    Then a brother get the feeling that he want to play cool
    you discombumberated diabolical fool
    Hog-flesh MC, go play in the mud
    Another 20th century, modern day
    Cannibal, humanoid, underground
    chud broke loose from the god damn
    dope-fiend addict why you walk with
    Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome
    when the MC's came, to live out their name
    roast rockin rhymes that was always
    when I elevated, and mastered the time
    You was stimulated from the high post
    You got shot cause you knew you were rot

    Verse Two:

    You're not the king of the diss
    youse a queen of a bitch
    And like a homosexual
    your ass always switch
    Niggaz wake up in the morning
    you're ugly-ass Gods
    Got slob around your mouth
    blue code in your eye
    You can't smile your teeth too gritty
    Can't even move, drawers too shitty
    (you know what else) You're shaped like a thistle
    The holes in your drawers when you fuck been there since
    YOU DUCKIN SUCKIN MOTHERFUCKIN COLD-HEARTED FAGGOT
    Sperm germs on your worm DISINTEGRATED MAGGOTS
    Repeat your rhymes all the time like a FUCKIN parrot
    Phony gold chains only rated two carats
    You tell your friends that your home is like heaven
    Livin in the gutter sewer seven pipe eleven
    You wear your socks twelve days in a row
    Turn them on the other side so the dirt won't show
    Go to school, take a shit, don't wipe your ass
    Claimin on another sucka nigga in your class
    YOU WANNA BATTLE?
    Is it the pork on your fork, or the swine on your mind
    Make you rap against a brother with a weak-ass rhyme
    Swine on your mind, pork on your fork
    Make you imitate the brother in the state of New York
    Chain on your BRAIN, that drove you inSANE
    When you tried to CLAIM, for the talent and the FAME
    Not in the GAME, yet and still you CAME
    Suffer the PAIN, as I demolish your NAME
    Not like Betty Crocker, baking cake in the OV
    Sayin this is dedicated to the one I love
    Not a swine or dove, from the heaven's up above
    When I rap, people CLAP, so the pushers they shove
    When I rhyme I get LOOSE, better than Mother Goose
    Rock the mic day and NIGHT, so you see I'm the JUICE
    Like the two-six-EIGHT, politicians demonstrate

    Outro:

    Now hold up hold up hold up hold up
    What y'all niggaz don't seem to hear
    Is y'all can not FUCK with me
    I saiiiiiiiiiid
    ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
    can't FUCK with me

    I wanna give a shout out to my nigga Door, Door, Door
    Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk
    Yo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack
    For the niggaz who's here
    And the girls who's out there
    Throw your hands in the air
    Cause this one is more fly
    Fly, fly
    Flyyyyy, flyyyy
    Flyyyyyyyyahhahayhahhhha
    BZZZZT
    Wooo!

    Get your ass in the house boy, I told you
    Get your ass in the house! Get, get, in the god damn house boy!
    Last fuckin time I'm gonna talk to you you hard-headed motherfucker

    C'mon daddy?
    I didn't mean nothin by it
    but when it come to... FUCKIN with you MC's

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