| Lyrics: | [Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, now we're gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'?
Def Jam,
knowumsayin'?
Niggas like Method Man, Redman
Say all the artists here,
knowumsayin'?
Bacon Lot, knowumsayin'?
I don't need no introductions,
Cat
Whuuuuut
I'm sittin' in my west, I'm analyzin' thoughts
I'm sippin' off a quart
that I just had bought
I'm thinkin' of the moment, things soar in that head
I feel assurin'
durin', also glad
Yes, feel assured by knowin' I won
Cuz there's no one who can fuck wit
A-Sun
I'm not bein' pushy but I'm born to boss
You need A-Sun, oh yes, well of
course
Don't see the riot, everyone keeps quiet
If you don't believe nigga, get hyper and
try it
Yes it is me, a total fresh MC
Yo, I'm born to be, MC history
Rhyming on time
because that's the deal
You're only as fresh as your ass feel
Other MC's, you are bound to
fall
Cuz your real world is not a world at all
[1 - Street]
Drunken Master, styles
causin' street disaster
Blaze cut faster than a fairy slasher
Tai-chi, Kung Fu fighting, ODB
hands quick as lightenin'
Techique too deadly
Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like
lay long
Let's get it on, heavy chow broke, it's not 'bout
Shadow boxin', better punch, you
need oxegen, try again
When yu catch the second wind, I'll break you in
[Masta
Killa]
Approach the mic slow, it's about to blow
One foot crow crane, anti-chain
movement
Restore the ming, some take this thing for joke
Serious men deep in thought,
misunderstood, held the fork
He's too defensive, too mean, you didn't, now it's a
scene
These cats over here got glock holdi |
