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Ol' Dirty Bastard

Russell Tyrone Jones (November 15, 1968 – November 13, 2004) was an American rapper and occasional producer, who went by the stage name Ol' Dirty Bastard, ODB, Ason Unique, Osirus, Rainman, and Big Baby Jesus. He was one of the founding members of the Wu-Tang Clan, a rap group primarily from Staten Island, New York that first rose to mainstream prominence with their 1993 debut album Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers). more »

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2007

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Yeah, now we're gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'? 
Def Jam, knowumsayin'? 
Niggas like Method Man, Redman 
Say all the artists here, knowumsayin'? 
Bacon Lot, knowumsayin'? 
I don't need no introductions, Cat 
Whuuuuut 

I'm sittin' in my west, I'm analyzin' thoughts 
I'm sippin' off a quart that I just had bought 
I'm thinkin' of the moment, things soar in that head 
I feel assurin' durin', also glad 
Yes, feel assured by knowin' I won 
'cause there's no one who can f*ck wit A-Sun 
I'm not bein' pushy but I'm born to boss 
You need A-Sun, oh yes, well of course 
Don't see the riot, everyone keeps quiet 
If you don't believe nigga, get hyper and try it 
Yes it is me, a total fresh MC 
Yo, I'm born to be, MC history 
Rhyming on time because that's the deal 
You're only as fresh as your ass feel 
Other MC's, you are bound to fall 
'cause your real world is not a world at all 

1 - Drunken Master, styles causin' street disaster 
Blaze cut faster than a fairy slasher 
Tai-chi, Kung Fu fighting, ODB hands quick as lightenin' 
Techique too deadly 
Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like lay long 
Let's get it on, heavy chow broke, it's not 'bout 
Shadow boxin', better punch, you need oxegen, try again 
When you catch the second wind, I'll break you in 

Approach the mic slow, it's about to blow 
One foot crow crane, anti-chain movement 
Restore the ming, some take this thing for joke 
Serious men deep in thought, misunderstood, held the fork 
He's too defensive, too mean, you didn't, now it's a scene 
These cats over here got glock holdin' him down 
These niggas scheming, I'm seeing everything 
Ten steps ahead, on the wall smokin' my 
Agent high told best friend of the wine 

Still drunk offa cheap wine 
Holdin' front lines, niggas want to front, fine 
F*ck wit me and mine, rain on your sunshine 
Swine nigga's come as hard as a pork rind 
Can you dig it? Only five percent live it 
While the rest of you fake niggas try to get it 
Now f*ck around 

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Down wit the all and together down crew 
The jizza, the rizza, me of course too 
The thing I'm analyzing is strickly Hip Hop 
That's what's made, well made is on my workshop 
You was unable plus earn advance 
Just to touch the untouchable kip hop dance 
They're sayin' of the utmost, truly I'm the utmost 
Have you ever caught the hip hop holy ghost 
Man, I mean really, that shit is mad hype 
Especially when you find yourself rhymin' over mics 
I became a wrecker through my amplifier 
Break it down base, treble through my dancer 
That's one new dance, it's to my Black Magic music 
It's not classic, arabic, or basic 
It's strickly thickly, dirty and districkly 
If not don't you pick me and forget me 

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