Harlem World

Shit, that makes me high Yo, we gonna bring it back, to Harlem World Bust your fuckin chops Yo, I remember when niggaz was lookin' at themselves See 'cause tonight is the night of all nights Most people gather around to hear the show That is comin' through your town See my name is somethin' that you won't know Unless you're down, with the Brooklyn Zoo Other brothers come but never come back So basically, what the Ol' motherfuckin Dirty Bastard is sayin' Is that if you fuck around You're gonna get yo' ass fucked up So don't fuck around, just lay down I remember, not too long ago I went to a city and I saw a Wu-Tang show Now I always wanted to get with the band But niggaz was singin' they own songs Bein' in they own worlds So I guess I, I guess I 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 (Play) 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 to bounce Then became a new way to get paid They said, "Rhymin' on the mic is the number one" (way) Then a brother get the feelin' 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 goddamn (Cellar) Dope-fiend addict like dope (Dope) Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome When the MC's came to live out their name Roast rockin' rhymes that was always (Lame) When I elevated and mastered the time You was stimulated from the high post (rhyme) You got shot because you knew you were rot You're not the king of the ditch, youse a queen of a bitch And like a homosexual your ass always switch Niggaz, wake up in the morning, you're ugly-ass guys Got slob around your mouth, green cold in your eyes You can't smile, your teeth too gritty Can't even move, drawers too shitty You're shaped like a thistle Got holes in your drawers and when you fart them shits (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 ClaBlame 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 the 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 Nothing to gain, but 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 heavens up above When I rap, people clap, show they pistols and 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 problems, you should demonstrate Now hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up What y'all niggaz don't seem to hear Is y'all can not fuck with me I said y'all can't fuck with me I wanna give a shout out to my nigga door, door, door, door, door Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk Yo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack For the niggaz who's here and the girls who's out there Throw your hands in the air 'cause in this one is more fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly Get your ass in the house 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 But when it come to fuckin' with you MC's