A song off of ODB’s debut album the song is half studio and the final half is ODB spitting wisdom on stage.

Fellow Wu-Tang MC Ghostface Killah has a guest verse and the beat is laced by RZA.

ODB’s verse was… Read More [Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard & Raekwon]

One, two, one, two

You taping this?

All types of shit, yo, let that shit ride

Blue moon

Word to mother

Turn up the microphone

You saw me standing alone

Do all that good shit

One, two, one, two

Do all that good shit

One, two, one, two, one, two, one, two

Without a dream in my heart

Shit

Yo, yo, check this out, check the joint

This is strictly for the radio

Yo, I just want all y'all to know

The reason why I curse is because my mama and my daddy

They grew up cursing (Woo)

So please respect my style, please, please

I'll grab the mic and I will damage you, cut your whole stamin-ooh

Oh, shit, nah

I'll grab the mic and I will damage you, cut your whole stamina

Here comes the medical examiner

One verse, then you out for the count

Bring the ammonia, make sure he sniff—

The right amount

Y-yo, Dirty, ah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Bring it back, come on)

[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

I'll grab the mic and I will damage you, cut your whole stamina

Here comes the medical examiner

One verse, then you're out for the count

Bring the ammonia, make sure he sniff the right amount

Wake you up and then I ask you how do you attend this

Competition to get an ass-kicking so tremendous?

Ah, you shouldn't bother this

Leave me alone, like a son, he'll be fatherless

I got the Asiatic flow mixed with disco

Roll up on the scene like the Count of Monte Crisco

And MCs start to vanish

I rolled up on a jet-black kid, the nigga started speaking Spanish

Yo, you wasn't from Panama

I asked you how you get so fucking dark, you said, "Suntan-ama"

You responded so fast, you made me laugh

Ha-ha-ha, ah, scared your ass

Kicked the hundred strongest rhymes, then I brought out the punk in him

Roll up with the strong five deadly venoms

Told you, enter the Wu-Tang

Witness the Shaolin slang that crush any shit you brang

I watch your ass take a big fall, why?

My main source is like a friendly game of stickball

And as you step up to bat, man, I play the Riddler

You try to Jew me for my nigga, I'll change to Hitler

I'll go out like a Nazi

Wish your fuckin' ass stayed home and play Yahtzee

Or watchin' Happy Days, sweating Potsie

With Ralphie and Cunningham, Joni and Chachi

[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]

Yo, Unique, yo, kid

Check this shit out, yo, yo

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]

Ninety-five niggas is wasted, keystone capered

And Wu kept the rap fiends basted

Foaming out the mouthpiece, heads blown like yeast

Murderously, I do shows and perform in Greece

It's not magic, gaming is the gadget

World classic, big national, hot tracks, geographics

Lampin' in my own zone, my physical show

Inhale bones, Tony Stark for the diamond in Rome

He's convincing, labeled one-man rap convention

The nigga that'll gun down eighty Frenchmen

Lead vocalist, music specialist, rap arsonist

I deal with sharpness, plus spark the hardest individual

I plant crimes inside vocals

My rap's like my passport, my life's my proof

Hit the sunroof, be out like a wandering dream

Settle and get startled off of verbal hygiene, my nigga (Yeah)

[Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard & GZA]

Back, but forgot the chainsaw

And when I perform a massacre

Better be comin' with some motherfuckin' shit that's spectacular

Come on, can I get a, "Wu-Tang?"

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

Wu-Tang, it's on your brain

He ain't sayin' nothin', fuck him

I'm the one-man army, Ason

I never been tooken out

My mama taught me this ****

And my daddy learned from my mama

Which is good

Which is good

Sweet sugar pie

I admire true niggas like Dre and Snoop

Chamber number nine, verse thirty-two

Only speaks about Brooklyn Zoo

That—

[Bridge: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Shame on you when you step through to

Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo

Shame on you when you step through to

Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo

What? My nuh

Shame on you when you step through to

The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo

Shame on you when you step through to

The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo

To the West Coast

To the East Coast

To the North Coast

To the South

When you take North, East, West, South, put it all together and it spell, "News"

Then you got the old rhythm, bastard blues

And you don't stop

So keep your shit, motherfucker, fucker, fucker

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Word up, louder

Represent, how do we do?

What is good with everybody? Yo, number one, is the Brooklyn Zoo in the motherfuckin' house?

Yeah

Man, come on, man, with that bullshit

Is the Brooklyn Zoo in the motherfuckin' house?

Fuck is goin' on?

Niggas from Brooklyn don't fuckin', we don't scream like that

Niggas don't yell like that

Motherfuckers, is the Brooklyn Zoo in the motherfuckin' house?

Shit, is Uptown in the motherfuckin' house?

Yo, fuck that shit

Is my Black niggas and niggarettes in the motherfuckin' house? (Yeah)

Shit is live here at the Q, man

But, yo, ayy, and what I can't understand, man—

A nigga gotta get drunk

Uh, look, Ol' Dirty in the— I got my Brooklyn Zu niggas here tonight

Uh-huh

You know what I'm saying?

And these niggas ain't no motherfuckin' joke (Uh-huh)

They playin' 'em a fool with the next record

What the fuck goin' down, Chucky?

Give me some love, nigga

Fuck them niggas

Yo, check it out, yo

I'ma get busy for y'all niggas and niggarettes tonight

Uh-huh

You know what I'm saying?

But a nigga as sober as a priest and a nigga gotta get drunk first

So y'all keep continuing this fat shit

Yo, I wanna give 'nough respect to everybody that's coming here and doing this shit

You know what I'm saying?

But, yo, my man the bandit over here, he gon' have shit rollin' for y'all

On the real side, man

I brought the hardcore

Niggas gotta go

Keep it real

Niggas gon' get drunk, niggas gotta go

Life can fuck— Life can really fuck a nigga up sometime and shit

When you— When you drunk, you— All you can see is fucking light, man

That's all I know and that's all I see

Yeah

Let me move the fuck over here

Yo, yo

We the niggas who stay jammin' shit

Yo, I give 'nough respect to niggas that got up here, man

But, yo, I'd be lying if a bitch ain't fucking hear us, man

You know what I'm saying?

Niggas coming into this rap game and shit and motherfuckers actually think this fucking rap game is a fucking joke

Word up

Let me explain to y'all about how the fuck rap is

See, rap to me is like my bitch, right? My bitch

She fuck another nigga and I get mad and I wanna kill the bitch and I wanna kill the nigga

See, this is how you must step up to the motherfuckin' microphone