Ol’ Dirty Bastard - Harlem World lyrics

(the first line originally ended "Dirty
Dancin" on Jerky Boys sountrack)
Shit that makes me high

Yo, we gonna bring it back, to Harlem World
Motherfuckin' jocks (British Knights)
Yo I remember when niggas was
Walking down the street on Farmers
Motherfuckers was wearin goose goose
Motherfuckers walking around with Brogans
(I was wearing 'em) i'm sayin though

A gold tooth that was never shined
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 playin' em)

Is somethin, that you won't know
Unless you're dowwwwwwwwn


With the Brooklyn Zoo (I was wearing 'em)
Other brothers come but never come back

So basically
What the Ol'-motherfuckin-Dirty Bastard
Is sayin'

You're gonna get yo' ass fucked up
So don't fuck around just lay down

I remember
(dnnah dah, dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah dah)
Not too long ago
(dnnah dah, dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah dah)
I went to a city
(dnnah dah, dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah dah)
And I saw a Wu Tang show
(dnnah dah, dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah dah)
Now I always wanted
(dnnah dah, dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah dah)
To get, with, the band
(dnnah dah, dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah dah)
But niggas 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
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 about
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 (Dweller)
Chud broke loose from the god damn (Cellar)
Dope-fiend addict why you walk with
Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome
When the MCs came, to live out their name
Most rocked rhymes that was all the
When I elevated, and mastered the time
You was stimulated from the high post
You got shot cause you knew you were rocked

You're not the king of the diss
Youse a queen of a bitch
You're like a homosexual
Your ass always switch
Niggas wake up in the morning
Your ugly-ass guise
Got slob around your mouth
Green 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 shit's (whistle)
You duckin suckin motherfuckin
Cold hearted faggot
Sperm germ slimy worm DISINTEGRATED MAGGOT
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
Blame it 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 a 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
Nothin to GAIN, 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 they push and 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 niggas 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 Dore, Dore, dore
Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk
Yo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack
For the niggas 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 MCs