Harlem World

[Intro] Shit, that makes me high One, two, one Yo, we gon' bring it back to Harlem World Motherfuckin' jocks (British Knights) Yo, I remember when niggas was walking down the street with bombers on Wearin' motherfuckin' Goose Goose Motherfuckers was walking around with brogans I was wearing 'em A gold tooth that was never shined I was wearing 'em See, 'cause tonight is the night of all nights Most people gather around To hear the show that is comin' through your town I was wearin' em See, my name (What? What?) Is something that you won't know unless you're down with the Brooklyn Zoo (Ladies and gentlemen) I was wearing 'em Other brothers come, but never come back (Hustlers, bitches) Introducing So basically, what the Ol' motherfuckin' Dirty Bastard is sayin' (Oh) Is that if you fuck around, you gon' get your ass fucked up So don't fuck around or get laid down [Verse] Yo, I remember, da-na-na, dum-da-dum-dum, da-na-na Not too long ago, da-na-na, dum-da-dum-dum, da-na-na I went to a city, da-na-na, dum-da-dum-dum, da-na-na And I saw a Wu-Tang show, da-na-na, dum-da-dum-dum, da-na-na Now, I always wanted, da-na-na, dum-da-dum-dum, da-na-na To get with the band, da-na-na, dum-da-dum-dum, da-na-na But niggas was singin' they own songs, bein' in they own worlds So I guess I— I guess I— rah The terminology, the psychology You still expect me to accept— Do what I say off the TDK With the button on record and the other on— Thus I press pause for a serious cause To respect an intellect with this gratifying— Now that I'm ready, let the music begin As I detect what I wrote with my— Through the time that I spent, money that I lent Rap records went up just about— Then it came a new way to get paid They said, "Rhymin' on the mic is the number one—" Then a brother get the feeling that he wanna play cool You discombobulated, diabolical fool Hog flesh MC, go play in the mud 'Nother twentieth-century, modern day Cannibal, humanoid, underground dweller CHUD broke loose from the goddamn cellar Dope fiend addict, why you walk with Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome? When the MCs came to live out they name Most rocked rhymes that was all the same When I elevated and mastered the time You was stimulated from the high post— You got shocked because you knew you were rocked You're not the king of the diss, you's a queen of a bitch You're like a homosexual, your ass always switch Niggas wake up in the morning, your ugly-ass guise Got slob around your mouth, green cold in your eye You can't smile, your teeth too gritty Can't even move, drawers too shitty You know what else? It's shaped like a missile The holes in your drawers, when you fart, them shits— You ducker, sucker, motherfucker, coldhearted faggot Sperm germ, slimy worm, disintegrated maggots Repeat your rhymes all the time like a fuckin' parrot Phony gold chains only rated two carats You tell your friends that your home is like Heaven Livin' in the gutter, sewer seven, pipe eleven You wear your socks twelve days in a row Turn them on the other side so the dirt won't show Go to school, take a shit, don't wipe your ass Blame it on another sucker nigga in your class You wanna battle? Is it the pork on your fork or the swine on your mind Make you rap against a brother with a weak-ass rhyme? Swine on your mind, pork on your fork Make you imitate a brother in the state of New York Chain on your brain that drove you insane When you tried to claim for the talent and the fame Nothin' to gain, yet and still, you came Suffered the pain as I demolish your name Not like Betty Crocker, Betty cake in the ove' Sayin', "This is dedicated to the one I love" Not a swine or dove from the Heavens of above When I rap, people clap, so they push and they shove When I rhyme, I get loose better than Mother Goose Rock the mic' day and night, so you see I'm the juice Like the two-six-eight, politicians demonstrate [Outro] Now, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up What y'all niggas don't seem to hear Is y'all cannot fuck with me I said, all can't fuck with me I wanna give a shout out to my nigga Dore, Dore, Dore, Dore Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk Yo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack For the niggas who's here And the girls who's out there Throw your hands in the air 'Cause in this ones is more fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, bzzt, woo Get your ass in the house, get your ass in the house, boy, I told you Get your ass in the house Get— get in the goddamn house, boy Last fuckin' time I wanna talk to you tonight, you hardheaded motherfucker I'm sorry, mommy I don't— I don't mean no trouble by it But when it come to fuckin' with you MCs