Harlem World (Bonus Track-CD Only)

(the first line originally ended "Dirty Dancin" on Jerky Boys sountrack and also the song is so layered that things that are spoken underneath the main vocals seem to be part of the main lyrics such as the conversation about old clothes with Dirty responding "I was wearin' um.") Shit that makes me high [one two, one two] Yo, we gonna bring it down, to Harlem World Bust your f**kin chops Yo I remember when niggaz was lookin at themselves on Farmers, motherf**kers was wearin double goose Motherf**kers actin all rowdy I'm sayin though [one two, one two] The whole trip that was never shown I'm sayin though See cause tonight, is the night of all nights Most people gather around To hear the show, that is comin through your town (I was wearin'um) 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 motherf**kin Dirty Bastard is sayin is that if you f**k around [one two, one two] You're gonna get yo' a*s f**ked up So don't f**k 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 the TDK with the button on record and the other on....(play) thus I press pause for a serious cause to respect an intellect with this gratifying....(deck) now that I'm ready let the music begin as I detect what I wrote with my....(pen) 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...."(way) 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(killa) Cannibal, humanoid, underground(dwella) chud broke loose from the god damn(cella) dope-fiend addict why you walk with Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome when the MC's came, to live out their name most rocked rhymes that was all the(same) when I elevated, and mastered the time You was stimulated from the high post(rhymes) 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 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 cold 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 fart them shits whistle YOU DUCKER s*ckER MOTHERf**kER COLD-HEARTED FAGGOT Sperm germ slimy 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 Blame it 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, all the talent and the FAME Nothin the GAIN, yet and still you CAME Suffer the PAIN, as I demolish and MAIM Not like Betty Crocker, baking cake in the OV Singin "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 f**k with me I saiiiiiiiiiid YALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL can't f**k 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 Blowfly Blowfly Flyyyyy, flyyyy Flyyyyyyyyahhahayhahhhha BZZZZT Wooo! 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 C'mon daddy? I didn't mean nothin by it but when it come to... f**kIN with you MC's