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