[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 you 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

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[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

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