| Lyrics: | 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 them know
that I flow over the rainbow
Hit the deck
Aw, yep, (ch-ch plow) from the Tek, 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 going to the mo-
T-t-tel, cause I'm lousy, technique
is drowsy
Stop tryin to foul me
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 flying fuck
About a chump, cause
this heart only pumps Kool-Aid
Snatch a kid by the braids, and cut his head off
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 shaking 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 berzerk, mad brothers got hurt
Nuthin new in ninety-two
It's time to
do the work
Trails of vatos scream once I hop on the scene
And 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 recieved from my
poppa
Dirty deluxe, yo, I |
