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Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack\nFor the niggaz who's here and the girls who's out there\nThrow your hands in the air 'cause in this one is more fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly\n\nGet your ass in the house\nGet your ass in the house, boy, I told you\nGet your ass in the house, get, get, in the god damn house, boy\nLast fuckin' time I'm gonna talk to you you hard-headed motherfucker\nBut when it come to fuckin' with you MC's","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.23] Shit, that makes me high\n[00:05.17] Yo, we gonna bring it back, to Harlem World\n[00:08.85] Bust your fuckin chops\n[00:13.32] Yo, I remember when niggaz was lookin' at themselves\n[00:15.22] See 'cause tonight is the night of all nights\n[00:21.68] Most people gather around to hear the show\n[00:44.49] That is comin' through your town\n[00:47.20] See my name is somethin' that you won't know\n[00:53.63] Unless you're down, with the Brooklyn Zoo\n[00:58.16] Other brothers come but never come back\n[01:04.56] So basically, what the Ol' motherfuckin Dirty Bastard is sayin'\n[01:10.10] Is that if you fuck around\n[01:10.93] You're gonna get yo' ass fucked up\n[01:13.79] So don't fuck around, just lay down\n[01:16.48] I remember, not too long ago\n[01:26.56] I went to a city and I saw a Wu-Tang show\n[01:37.03] Now I always wanted to get with the band\n[01:42.53] But niggaz was singin' they own songs\n[01:49.74] Bein' in they own worlds\n[01:52.57] So I guess I, I guess I\n[01:58.95] The terminology, the psychology\n[02:00.79] You still expect me to accept\n[02:03.48] Do what I say off the TDK\n[02:06.23] With the button on record and the other on (Play)\n[02:10.76] Thus I press pause for a serious cause\n[02:13.50] To respect an intellect with this gratifying\n[02:14.47] Now that I'm ready, let the music begin\n[02:17.18] As I detect what I wrote with my\n[02:18.92] Through the time that I spent, money that I lent\n[02:21.77] Rap records went up just to bounce\n[02:25.30] Then became a new way to get paid\n[02:27.16] 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Go to school, take a shit, don't wipe your ass\n  ClaBlame it on another sucka nigga in your class\n  YOU WANNA BATTLE?!\n  Is it the pork on your fork or the swine on your mind?\n  Make you rap against a brother with a weak-ass rhyme\n\n  Swine on your mind, pork on your fork\n  Make you imitate the brother in the state of New York\n  Chain on your brain that drove you insane\n  When you tried to claim for the talent and the fame\n\n  Nothing to gain, but yet and still you came\n  Suffer the pain, as I demolish your name\n  Not like Betty Crocker, baking cake in the OV\n  Sayin', 'This is dedicated to the one I love'\n\n  Not a swine or dove from the heavens up above\n  When I rap, people clap, show they pistols and shove\n  When I rhyme I get loose, better than Mother Goose\n  Rock the mic day and night, so you see I'm the juice\n  Like the two six eight problems, you should demonstrate\n\n  Now hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up\n  What y'all niggaz don't seem to hear\n  Is y'all 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what?]\nIs somethin, that you won't know\nUnless you're dowwwwwwwwn, with the Brooklyn Zoo\nOther brothers come\nBut never... come back\n(Introducing)\n\nSo basically, what the Ol motherfuckin Dirty Bastard is sayin\nIs that if you fuck around [one two, one two]\nYou're gonna get yo' ass fucked up\nSo don't fuck around just lay down\n\nVerse One: Ol Dirty Bastard\n\nI remember (dnnah-dah)(dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah)\nNot too long ago\"\"\nI went to a city\"\"\nAnd I saw a Wu-Tang show\"\"\nNow I always wanted\"\"\nTo get, with, the band\"\"\n\nBut niggaz was singin they own songs\nBein in they own worlds\nSo I guess I, I guess I, RARAARRRRAAHHH!\nThe terminology, the psychology\nYou still expect me to accept\nDo what I say off of TV, kay\nWith the button on record and the other on\nThus I press pause for a serious cause\nTo respect an intellect with this gratifying\nNow that I'm ready let the music begin\nAs I detect what I wrote with my\nThrough the time that I spent, money that I 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Get, get, in the god damn house boy!\nLast fuckin time I'm gonna talk to you you hard-headed motherfucker\n\nC'mon daddy?\nI didn't mean nothin by it\nBut when it come to... 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two]\n  Yo, we gonna bring it down, to Harlem World\n  Bust your fuckin chops\n  Yo I remember when niggaz was lookin at themselves\n  On Farmers, motherfuckers was wearin double goose\n  Motherfuckers actin all rowdy\n  I'm sayin though\n  [One two, one two]\n  The whole trip that was never shown\n  I'm sayin though\n  See cause the knife, is the knife, of all knives\n  Most people gather around\n  To hear the show, that is comin through your town\n  (I was playin)\n  See my name [what what?]\n  Is somethin, that you won't know\n  Unless you're dowwwwwwwwn, with the Brooklyn Zoo\n  Other brothers come\n  But never... come back\n  (Introducing)\n\n  So basically, what the Ol motherfuckin Dirty Bastard is sayin\n  Is that if you fuck around [one two, one two]\n  You're gonna get yo' ass fucked up\n  So don't fuck around just lay down\n\n  Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard\n\n  I remember (dnnah-dah)(dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah)\n  Not too long ago\"\"\n  I went to a city\"\"\n  And I saw a 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Yo, I remember when niggaz was lookin' at themselves\n\n  See 'cause tonight is the night of all nights\n  Most people gather around to hear the show\n  That is comin' through your town\n\n  See my name is somethin' that you won't know\n  Unless you're down, with the Brooklyn Zoo\n  Other brothers come but never come back\n\n  So basically, what the Ol' motherfuckin Dirty Bastard is sayin'\n  Is that if you fuck around\n  You're gonna get yo' ass fucked up\n  So don't fuck around, just lay down\n\n  I remember, not too long ago\n  I went to a city and I saw a Wu-Tang show\n  Now I always wanted to get with the band\n  But niggaz was singin' they own songs\n  Bein' in they own worlds\n\n  So I guess I, I guess I\n  The terminology, the psychology\n  You still expect me to accept\n  Do what I say off the TDK\n  With the button on record and the other on (Play)\n\n  Thus I press pause for a serious cause\n  To respect an intellect with this gratifying\n  Now that I'm ready, let the music begin\n  As I detect what I wrote with my\n\n  Through the time that I spent, money that I lent\n  Rap records went up just to bounce\n  Then became a new way to get paid\n  They said, \"Rhymin' on the mic is the number one\" (way)\n\n  Then a brother get the feelin' that he want to play cool\n  You discombumberated, diabolical fool\n  Hog-flesh MC, go play in the mud\n  Another 20th century, modern day\n\n  Cannibal, humanoid, underground (Dweller)\n  Chud broke loose from the goddamn (Cellar)\n  Dope-fiend addict like dope (Dope)\n  Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome\n\n  When the MC's came to live out their name\n  Roast rockin' rhymes that was always (Lame)\n  When I elevated and mastered the time\n  You was stimulated from the high post (rhyme)\n  You got shot because you knew you were rot\n\n  You're not the king of the ditch, youse a queen of a bitch\n  And like a homosexual your ass always switch\n  Niggaz, wake up in the morning, you're ugly-ass guys\n  Got slob around your mouth, green cold in your eyes\n\n  You can't smile, your teeth too gritty\n  Can't even move, drawers too shitty\n  You're shaped like a thistle\n  Got holes in your drawers and when you fart them shits (whistle)\n\n  YOU DUCKIN' SUCKIN, MOTHERFUCKIN COLD-HEARTED FAGGOT!\n  (Sperm, germ, slimy-worm) DISINTEGRATED MAGGOT!\n  Repeat your rhymes all the time like a fuckin' parrot\n  Phony gold chains only rated two carats\n\n  You tell your friends that your home is like heaven\n  Livin' in the gutter, sewer seven, pipe eleven\n  You wear your socks twelve days in a row\n  Turn them on the other side so the dirt won't show\n\n  Go to school, take a shit, don't wipe your ass\n  ClaBlame it on another sucka nigga in your class\n  YOU WANNA BATTLE?!\n  Is it the pork on your fork or the swine on your mind?\n  Make you rap against a brother with a weak-ass rhyme\n\n  Swine on your mind, pork on your fork\n  Make you imitate the brother in the state of New York\n  Chain on your brain that 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