Lyric And You Don t Stop
[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 holdin him down
These niggas scheming, I m seeing everything
Ten steps ahead, on the wall smokin my
Agent high told best friend of the wine
[Method Man]
Still drunk offa cheap wine
Holdin front lines, niggas wanna front, fine
Fuck wit me and mine, rain on your sunshine
Swine nigga s come as hard as a pork rind
Can you dig it? Only five percent live it
While the rest of you fake niggas try to get it
Now fuck around
[Repeat 1]
[Ol Dirty Bastard]
Down wit the All In Together Now Crew
The GZA, the RZA, me of course too
The thing I m analyzing is strickly Hip Hop
That s what s made, well made is on my workshop
You was unable plus earn advance
Just to touch the untouchable kip hop dance
They re sayin of the utmost, truly I m the utmost
Have you ever caught the hip hop holy ghost
Man, I mean really, that shit is mad hype
Especially when you find yourself rhymin over mics
I became a wrecker through my amplifier
Break it down base, treble through my dancer
That s one new dance, it s to my Black Magic music
It s not classic, arabic, or basic
It s strickly thickly, dirty and districkly
If not don t you pick me and forget me
[Repeat 1]
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 holdin him down
These niggas scheming, I m seeing everything
Ten steps ahead, on the wall smokin my
Agent high told best friend of the wine
[Method Man]
Still drunk offa cheap wine
Holdin front lines, niggas wanna front, fine
Fuck wit me and mine, rain on your sunshine
Swine nigga s come as hard as a pork rind
Can you dig it? Only five percent live it
While the rest of you fake niggas try to get it
Now fuck around
[Repeat 1]
[Ol Dirty Bastard]
Down wit the All In Together Now Crew
The GZA, the RZA, me of course too
The thing I m analyzing is strickly Hip Hop
That s what s made, well made is on my workshop
You was unable plus earn advance
Just to touch the untouchable kip hop dance
They re sayin of the utmost, truly I m the utmost
Have you ever caught the hip hop holy ghost
Man, I mean really, that shit is mad hype
Especially when you find yourself rhymin over mics
I became a wrecker through my amplifier
Break it down base, treble through my dancer
That s one new dance, it s to my Black Magic music
It s not classic, arabic, or basic
It s strickly thickly, dirty and districkly
If not don t you pick me and forget me
[Repeat 1]
