Get It to Ya Raw [LP Version]
Ol' Dirty Bastard
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God at the junction
I remember the God at the junction
Give it to ya raw
Yo, it's that old school shit, about twelve years old
Let's get physical, operate your brain to function
I remember the God at the junction
Conjunction junction, what's your function?
I summed it up as the Ason Sumption
Known on the microphone as crazy crucial
Dip it low on an MC like you were doin' you somethin'
So step to the shit right now
Kickin' all the yang in my god damn town
No one is fresher, I damage ya deadly
Daredevil doin', 'cause I am the U-N
I, Q-U-E from the fresh
From the new, get hype, you're motherfuckin' right I do
Ason, break it down sure any time
A serious, outstanding, neverending, neverending rhyme
Break down your shit, however you come
There's no one who can fuck with Ason
I paralyze you, make you realize who
Most concern with my goddamn crew
Quiet as kept, without startin' any fuckin' riots
Even before you do it my nigga, don't try it
For you to get close enough to my style
You have to travel miles and miles and miles
To find a special rhyme like mines, you gotta look
You might even find it in the Brooklyn Zoo book
That's it, killin' the beat with all your might
Your lovin' hip hop strong, baby I don't want it right
Wake up, what, what, you lose your head?
Woke up on the wrong side of the bed
Juvenile, flexin' so hard, you say you're livin' large
You're the head nigga in charge
I give it to ya raw
I said I give it to ya raw
I'm Ason baby, I'm the Ason baby
I'm Ason baby, I'm the Ason
I'm Ason baby, I'm the Ason
Givin' it to ya raw baby, the raw deal, because
These lovely rhymes made by the one and only
I'm Ason, there's nothin' phony about me
Steady of course, so hard to handle with it
Like a specialist, I write my own music
That will make you dance, get drunk, or act wild
Ladies be sayin', "Hey hey I love your style!"
Whether you're sober, yo just behold the Casanova
Get chopped with the lawnmower
So get busy as Ason performs
On and on, ladies scream my name, "Ason!"
That means God, Ason, girl for mention
Repeat it so much you catch a throat infection
Yo I relieve, the ones who believe
You're in the need of the God's creed
That I build on with style and finesse
Keep MCs in check, like a game of chess
So to the folks, cut to my rehearsals
I look so good, I should be on the commercials
On TV, like the television alive
Of the Ason most high
Use the key to start the ignition
Don't ever forget to consult a physician
Don't charge a cent of excellence
Active ingredients, is Ason's elements
Fire, water, gold, earth, wood
Yo, do the knowledge because it is good
Enough to overstuff, jumbo pack
Brother like Ason, will never be attacked
About a nigga, couldn't figure
How to pull a gun trigger, I said yo get the fuck outta here!
Yeah, remember them Sugar Hill Gang niggas
Know what I'm saying?
Yo, all of y'all, I can't remember all you niggas back in the days
Zulu Nation, know what I'm sayin'?
All you motherfuckers man, I just wanna say I love ya
I love ya, know what I'm sayin'?
All you breakdancin' niggas, freestyle poppin'
You know who's the baddest niggas, I ain't gon' say nothin'
But y'all know who's the baddest niggas in that shit, you know?
See I was one of them niggas doin' this shit for seventeen years
And I just wanna let all y'all MCs know all across the land
You got any problems, any beefs, you can bring that shit
'Cause I don't give a fuck
I'm the baddest nigga, I don't give a fuck
I've been doin' this for seventeen joints, what? What?
Shut the fuck up you little ass nigga