Ol’ Dirty Bastard, RZA - Cuttin' Headz lyrics
[Ol’ Dirty Bastard, RZA - Cuttin' Headz lyrics]
Isn't that powerful? Isn't that powerful?
Isn't that power-
Here it is, where’s it at? In the back
Got a stack
The Dirty Bastard, yo, you Bastard
Flip the phat track
Here I go, here I go, whether friend
Whether foe
Let 'em know that I flow over the rainbow
Hit the deck! Aw, yep
Ch-ch plow from the TEC
Takin’ heads, takin’ necks
What the fuck they expect?
I don’t know! I don’t care! I won’t fall
I won’t stare at a ho ’less I know that
I’m goin' to the mo-
T-t-tel, ’cause I’m lousy
My technique is drowsy
Stop tryin’ to foul me
By sayin’ that we're lousy
But I’m a tyrant, defiant
Walkin’ New York Giant
President of the Wu, but I’m also a client
It’s the Wu, what?! You knew
What? You do what, what!
Who, what, what! I don’t give a flyin' FUCK
About a chump 'cause his
Heart only pumps Kool-Aid
Snatch a kid by the braids
And cut his head off
Of God, the house of God, the house
Of God, the house of God, the house
Of God, the house of God, the house
Of God, the house of God, the house
Rhymes is rugged like burnt
Buildings in Harlem
The Ol’ Dirty Bastard from
The Temple of Shaolin
Dirty to the brain like drops of acid rain
Clang, clang, clang
Rhymes pluckin’ at your brain
So take a sip from the cup of death
And when you’re shakin' my right hand
I’ll stab you with the left
Whirr, whirr, whirrr! Red alert, red alert!
Ason comin’ straight from the dirt
Once I go berserk, mad brothers got hurt
Nothin’ new in '92, it’s time to go to work
Trills, watch 'em scream once I
Hop on the scene they fear the return of
The Fatal Flying Guillotine
Mr milli, that means I’m also militant
Don’t wear no suit and tie, I’m no gentleman
Gettin’ laid, takin’ heads that’s my hobby
Punch a brother in the face
Who call me Robbie
I be the RZA, call me that cuz I
Never liked the name I received from my poppa
Dirty deluxe, yo, I’m huntin’ for ducks
Snatchin’ devils up by the hair
Then cut his head off
Of God, the house of God, the house
Of God, the house of God, the house
Of God, the house of God, the house
Of God, the house of God, the house
Of God isn't that powerful?
Isn't that powerful? Isn't that powerful?
Isn't that power- isn't that power-
Here it is, where's it at?
In the back, got a st- (isn't that power)
Isn't that power-
Here it is, where’s it at? In the back
Got a stack
The Dirty Bastard, yo, you Bastard
Flip the phat track
Here I go, here I go, whether friend
Whether foe
Let 'em know that I flow over the rainbow
Hit the deck! Aw, yep
Ch-ch plow from the TEC
Takin’ heads, takin’ necks
What the fuck they expect?
I don’t know! I don’t care! I won’t fall
I won’t stare at a ho ’less I know that
I’m goin' to the mo-
T-t-tel, ’cause I’m lousy
My technique is drowsy
Stop tryin’ to foul me
By sayin’ that we're lousy
But I’m a tyrant, defiant
Walkin’ New York Giant
President of the Wu, but I’m also a client
It’s the Wu, what?! You knew
What? You do what, what!
Who, what, what! I don’t give a flyin' FUCK
About a chump 'cause his
Heart only pumps Kool-Aid
Snatch a kid by the braids
And cut his head off
Of God, the house of God, the house
Of God, the house of God, the house
Of God, the house of God, the house
Of God, the house of God, the house
Rhymes is rugged like burnt
Buildings in Harlem
The Ol’ Dirty Bastard from
The Temple of Shaolin
Dirty to the brain like drops of acid rain
Clang, clang, clang
Rhymes pluckin’ at your brain
So take a sip from the cup of death
And when you’re shakin' my right hand
I’ll stab you with the left
Whirr, whirr, whirrr! Red alert, red alert!
Ason comin’ straight from the dirt
Once I go berserk, mad brothers got hurt
Nothin’ new in '92, it’s time to go to work
Trills, watch 'em scream once I
Hop on the scene they fear the return of
The Fatal Flying Guillotine
Mr milli, that means I’m also militant
Don’t wear no suit and tie, I’m no gentleman
Gettin’ laid, takin’ heads that’s my hobby
Punch a brother in the face
Who call me Robbie
I be the RZA, call me that cuz I
Never liked the name I received from my poppa
Dirty deluxe, yo, I’m huntin’ for ducks
Snatchin’ devils up by the hair
Then cut his head off
Of God, the house of God, the house
Of God, the house of God, the house
Of God, the house of God, the house
Of God, the house of God, the house
Of God isn't that powerful?
Isn't that powerful? Isn't that powerful?
Isn't that power- isn't that power-
Here it is, where's it at?
In the back, got a st- (isn't that power)