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Dirty Dancing
Wu‐Tang Clan
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Ol’ Dirty Bastard
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You know goddamn well I don't smoke this shit, man
Yeah, shit, I said yeah
You know damn well I don't smoke this shit
You know damn well
I remember when we used to go down to the creek
Remember when we used to go down to the creek?
C'mon, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, c'mon
Superlogical this, superlogical that
Everybody thought you had it easy)
I detect a nigga dialect by the way he rap
I elect myself president MC, my career so intelligent, unique disease
(When you step out the water, the water used to glisten, oh)
Doin' mathematics, not democratic, static topic, Asiatic
(And you was bombastic)
Young, unique, world elite
(When you step out the water, the water used to glisten, oh)
Bring it on back
(And you was bombastic)
Superlogical this, superlogical that
I detect your dialect by the way you rap
I elect myself president MC, my career so intelligent, unique disease
Doin' mathematics, and I'm not democratic
No static topic, I'm Asiatic
See, I'm unique, never
Bring it on back
(Wu-Tang, Brooklyn Zoo)
Yeah, crazy, lurkin' in the shadows, I'm shady
Shiesty, get your weight up, don't take me lightly
Blast it, dirty to the grain, I be stained with the madness
It's the Methicali bastard
The rhythm, my name is the Ol' Dirty Bast'
My game to kick your ass
Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh
Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh
Flippin', relaxed, takin' X like some shittin'
On the industry that was frontin', now they missin'
What everybody else was gettin'
'Cause they wasn't representin' the real
I feel like bein' on time
When it comes to the microphone, we kill the swine
He's the original G, he's a rhymin' on time
You are now in my trance
You are getting sleepy
You are now gettin' sleepy
And sleepy, and sleepy
This one here's for my people, my people
N to the thirty-six, chain with the sequel
Part two for me and the Cipher Crew
With the teflon lyrics that you can't get through
With that .22 automatic rap you pack, what?
You ain't hittin' with that wack shit you kickin'
Straight from the beginnin' of the game
All the way to the ninth innin'
I bring the pain, dark like the midnight train
On the track by the RZA
Diesel like Arnold Schwarzenegger
Yo, bring it on back
Dirty shit
The hardware, please, the hardware
Ask John question, have you touched the H zone?
Extra, extra, read of the line-up
Who's the better one?
Would you believe? Do your rap fatigue
Here I go, uh
Yeah
Shit, that makes me high