1e

[hook: ol' dirty bastard]



25

Get prepared for the buddha monk



2a

You wanna get high? roll up the skunk



1b

Ladies and gentlemen..



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1f

[intro: ol' dirty bastard]



1f

Yo, turn this shit up, man



2e

Turn the mics open.. turn the mic up, man



36

I want.. i want the mic.. i want the mic to shake



29

The mic don't even sound good at all



23

Man, what's up with that shit?



30

Each one of these niggaz try to say a rhyme



2c

They don't wanna work through that shit



3d

Knawi'msayin? niggaz gotta learn how to feel that shit..



3c

If you're feelin with me, then you're dealin with filth



32

If you can barely hear it then you need to go



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e

[hook 2x]



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1c

[chorus 2x: 12 o'clock]



1c

It's a buddha monk show



33

Brooklyn zu niggaz smoked, high off a duck low



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17

[babyface finster]



2f

Nosy wails tales from a high plainz drifta



27

Bounty killer, most wanted villain



36

Dead or alive, to survive he strive off gun smoke



20

I toke, the colt forty-five



2f

Desert eagle, rips through cerebral tissue



36

The issue, gun slingin, drug dealin, four wheelin



2b

Appealin chicks, up jumps the bullshit



27

And it's a hit, a tale of two hoes



40

Songs about clothes, need to be thrown out ya fuckin window



29

Niggaz lovin hoes, lickin their toes



34

I suppose you high from the candy, for the nose



2e

Niggaz is a joke, i take a toke of the la



2b

And all the botty boys go boom bye bye



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d

[chorus]



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12

[manley musa]



14

If he fucked up



34

These niggaz spreadin rumors and get touched up



2a

By m three-eighty-oh, musa on the low



2f

Get ya high with fly style, rugged profile



3a

With chuckers, you know its time for some pound to go



38

Cock suckers, get they fuckin neck broke in my book



38

Strike, if you don't want to get hype then stay put



39

Pop shit like like liquid lips, spit like mac's spit



32

Burnin in whips, sippin and dip cops and shit



3d

The god can't slip, i hold the weight above my shoulders



3d

Fake toasters get bust back, you're still in the holster



47

Don't play this shit backwards, it goes "mc's lack this"



3a

Deep in the corridors of the ghettos where i yap this



3a

Heads try to plot on this, kidnap us like slaves, du'



2d

Doggy, he's wu, he's the brand new craze



3c

Young child misbehave on brand new styles that's bathed



39

And addict was holdin black back in his earlier days



3c

I had badder days, that was better days and skills pays



3a

Still got laid, rollin on through these street trades



35

Each corner is equality, baby, do you follow me?



3b

Diggin in the crates to write this sawed off biography



3d

While your girl be hard, gosh in me, partially, properly



3a

Cuz you know the gods be, i be new born to this, see?



3a

My mom's givin me a kiss and the first whif for me to



24

Live off this and your shit too



35

Gods teach hebrew to a due to live proof through



3d

My rhymes will be findin you, black will be designed you



32

Dig into my chronicle, so i can unbondage you



2b

They let you see what they want you to



28

But things is right in front of you



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1e

(ladies and gentlemen...)



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12

[buddha monk]



41

Yes, we leave your brain demented, these god-bodies invented



37

A skill of resident evil with no follow-up sequels



3d

My peoples, don't let the devil mislead you and beat you



41

Wicked minds they feed through, sayin it here for the people



39

It's unbelieveable, weak minds they retrieve through



42

Schemin for the c.r.e.a.m., rejoice in the land of the dreams



48

Slide the poison in the weak germs, black babies turn to earthworms



3c

In holocaust you must learn, dis-speak your devil terms



46

Your mind is tapped like forgery and everything you say is watery



42

What you ought to do genius is stop karma like twelve monkeys



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10

[chorus 2x]



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18

[shorty shit stain]



2c

I be the rap head and the mic's my pipe



2c

I'm about to get everybody high tonight



33

You ain't had no cool shit like this since '95



36

I can't be tried, it's mad live, people do or die



39

And i be comin with the good shit, soundin like dope



3f

I know you smoke it, but you won't get high, off this note



48

Have you upped billy up like coccaine? you thought you could reign?



36

But all you did was throw mad pain, like diamonds



2a

You could send the lady's best friend



37

And when it come to makin lyrics, i will represent



26

Yo, climbin the charts like a cat



27

I'm rollin with mad clips and gats



33

I can't be stopped, like this is shitty shitty



41

And my zu rolls thick, floodin the country with massive hits



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19

[spiritual assassin]



3e

Yo, the pictures you painted and paragraphs is half-assed



3f

A hard task to accomplish, i'm a full definition of skills



44

Being impressive, one rhyme is selfish, it's known as relatives



32

Objective and goal, make an emcee concentrate



29

You're frustrated, when you examined



36

Vocals' movin forward, with left and right pannin



3f

You're shootin tranquilizers, reach out as spiritual touch



3c

This brooklyn warrior walks with stab wounds to the gut



35

You picked up twenty yards in rushin, menustrate



34

Got hit, your backbone couldn't hold the weight



32

Shit shift, like a burnt out clutch, position



3a

Twenty-two yard line, you're out of fuckin commission



47

I'm fuckin up beats like vodka from finland, fatigue shit is green



31

And left them calm like they we're all ready



3c

My shit is point blank period like a bitch leanin heavy



3c

Spillin over the same path, from my mouth you fall last



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15

[drunken dragon]



33

This is lyrical insanity and mandatory we bust



35

All you so-called crazy niggaz still get touched



38

Son i thought you had shit locked down, look around



2e

Manchuz took control of your stereo sound



3d

Plus the crown for the new found kings of this rap thing



47

Victorious swing like lo han's, son no man could take what i start



33

I keep the best for self, to get the poor part



3b

Plus the boot like columbus, s.t.d. spread like fungus



31

Touch hundreds, thousands, more than million



48

Oh no we're four billions, our way of light shines through darkness



38

I spark this track like lye, pop dukes was a gemini



16

What's your sign?



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29

*scratching of the beat and beeping*



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