Harlem World

Shit, that makes me high Yo, we gonna bring it back, to Harlem World Bust your f**kin chops Yo, I remember when niggaz was lookin' at themselves [Incomprehensible] See 'cause tonight is the night of all nights Most people gather around to hear the show That is comin' through your town See my name is somethin' that you won't know Unless you're down, with the Brooklyn Zoo Other brothers come but never come back So basically, what the Ol' motherf**kin Dirty Bastard is sayin' Is that if you f**k around You're gonna get yo' a*s f**ked up So don't f**k around, just lay down I remember, 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 The terminology, the psychology You still expect me to accept Do what I say off the 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 feelin' 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 goddamn 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 because you knew you were rot You're not the king of the diss, youse a queen of a bitch And like a homos*xual your a*s always switch Niggaz, wake up in the morning, you're ugly-a*s 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're shaped like a thistle The holes in your drawers when you f**k been there since You duckin', s*ckin', motherf**kin' cold-hearted faggot Sperm germs on your worm disintegrated maggots Repeat your rhymes all the time like a f**kin' 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 a*s Claimin' on another s*cka nigga in your cla*s 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-a*s 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 then 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 Now hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up What y'all niggaz don't seem to hear Is y'all can not f**k with me I said y'all can't f**k with me I wanna give a shout out to my nigga door, door, 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 in this one is more fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly Get your a*s in the house Get your a*s in the house, boy, I told you Get your a*s in the house, get, get, in the god damn house, boy Last f**kin' time I'm gonna talk to you you hard-headed motherf**ker [Incomprehensible] But when it come to f**kin' with you MC's