Harlem World Lyrics - The Return To The 36 Chambers - Ol' Dirty Bastard

Shit that makes me high 

[one two, one two] 

Yo, we gonna bring it down, to Harlem World 

Bust your fucking chops 

Yo I remember when niggaz was looking at themselves 

on Farmers, motherfuckers was wearing double goose 

Motherfuckers acting all rowdy 

I'm saying though 

[one two, one two] 

The whole trip that was never shown 

I'm saying though 

See cause the knife, is the knife, of all knives 

Most people gather around 

To hear the show, that is coming through your town 

(I was playing) 

See my name [what what?] 

Is something, that you won't know 

Unless you're dowwwwwwwwn, with the Brooklyn Zoo 

Other brothers come 

But never... come back 

(Introducing) 

So basically, what the Ol motherfucking Dirty Bastard is saying 

is that if you fuck around [one two, one two] 

You're gonna get yo' ass fucked up 

So don't fuck around just lay down 

Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard 

I remember (dnnah-dah)(dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah) 

Not too long ago " " 

I went to a city " " 

And I saw a Wu-Tang show " " 

Now I always wanted " " 

To get, with, the band " " 

But niggaz was singing they own songs 

being in they own worlds 

So I guess I, I guess I, RARAARRRRAAHHH!!! 

The terminology, the psychology 

you still expect me to accept 

Do what I say off of TV, kay 

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 to bounce 

then became a new way to get paid 

they said "Rhyming on the mic is the number one" 

Then a brother get the feeling that he want to play cool 

you discombumberated diabolical fool 

Hog-flesh MC, go play in the mud 

Another 20th century, modern day 

Cannibal, humanoid, underground 

chud broke loose from the god damn 

dope-fiend addict why you walk with 

Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome 

when the MC's came, to live out their name 

roast rocking rhymes that was always 

when I elevated, and mastered the time 

You was stimulated from the high post 

You got shot cause you knew you were rot 

Verse Two: 

You're not the king of the diss 

Youse a queen of a bitch 

And like a homosexual 

Your ass always switch 

Niggaz wake up in the morning 

You're ugly-ass Gods 

Got slob around your mouth 

Blue code in your eye 

You can't smile your teeth too gritty 

Can't even move, drawers too shitty 

(you know what else) You're shaped like a thistle 

The holes in your drawers when you fuck been there since 

YOU DUCKING SUCKING MOTHERFUCKING COLD-HEARTED FAGGOT 

Sperm germs on your worm DISINTEGRATED MAGGOTS 

Repeat your rhymes all the time like a FUCKING parrot 

Phony gold chains only rated two carats 

You tell your friends that your home is like heaven 

Living 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 

Claiming on another sucka nigga in your class 

YOU want to 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 the 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 

Not in the GAME, yet and still you CAME 

Suffer the PAIN, as I demolish your NAME 

Not like Betty Crocker, baking cake in the OV 

Saying this is dedicated to the one I love 

Not a swine or dove, from the heaven's up above 

When I rap, people CLAP, so the pushers 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 niggaz don't seem to hear 

Is y'all can not FUCK with me 

I saiiiiiiiiiid 

ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL 

Can't fuck with me 

I want to give a shout out to my nigga Door, Door, Door 

Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk 

Yo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack 

For the niggaz who's here 

And the girls who's out there 

Throw your hands in the air 

Cause this one is more fly 

Fly, fly 

Flyyyyy, flyyyy 

Flyyyyyyyyahhahayhahhhha 

BZZZZT 

Wooo! 

Get your ass in the house boy, I told you 

Get your ass in the house! Get, get, in the god damn house boy! 

Last fucking time I'm gonna talk to you you hard-headed motherfucker 

Come on daddy? 

I didn't mean nothing by it 

But when it come to... Fucking with you MC's