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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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2005

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Give it to ya raw! 
Yo it's that old school shit 
About 12 years old 

Let's get physical operate your brain to function 
I remember the Gods at the junction 
Conjunction junction what's your function? 
I summed it up as the Ason sumption 
Known on the microphone as Crazy Crucial 
Dippin' low on an MC like you and doin' you 
Somethin' so step to the shit right now 
Kickin' on e'rything in my god damn town 
Doin' expressure, a jam it to deadly 
Daredevil doin', cause I am the you-N 
I-Q-U-E funky fresh 
Funky do he get hype? 
You're motherfuckin' right I do 
Ason, break it down sure anytime 
A serious outstandin' never end it clever in the rhyme 
Break down your shit, wherever you come 
There's no one who can f*ck with Ason 
I paralyze you make you realize who 
Lost concern with my god damn crew 
Quiet as kept when I start any fuckin' riots 
Even before you do in my nigga? Don't try it! 
For you to get close enough to my style 
You have to travel miles and miles and miles 
To find a special rhyme like mines, you gotta look 
At what you find in the Brooklyn Zoo 
Raw exit, killin' the beat with all your might 
You love a hip hop song baby, I don't want to be right 
Wake up, what, what, losin' your head 
Woke up on the wrong side of the bed 
Juvenile faction of hard, you say you're livin' large 
You're the head nigga in charge 

I give it to ya raw! 
I said I give it to ya raaaawww!! 
I'm Ason baby, I'm the Ason baby 
I'm Ason baby, I'm the Ason 
I'm Ason baby, I'm the Ason 
Givin' it to ya raw baby 
The raw deal, because 

These lovely rhymes made by the one and only 
I'm Ason, there's nothin' phony about me 
Steady of course so hard to handle whip it 
Like a specialist I write my own music 
Now I make ya dance, get drunk or act wild 
Baby sayin' "Hey, hey I love your style" 
Whether you're sober, known just to holder, Casanova 
Get chopped with the lawn mower 
So get busy as Ason perform 
On and on ladies scream my name Ason 
That means the Ason girls fanatic 
Repeat it so much you get a throat infection 
Yo I relieve the ones who believe 
You're in the need of the God degree 
That I build on with style and finesse 
Keep MCs in check like a game of chess 
So to the folks, come to my rehearsals 
I look so good I should be on the commercials 
On TV that tell original lie 
Of the Ason most high 
Who's your Jesus? Stop me and question 
They'll never forget they can choke on position 
Don't charge a cent of excellent 
Add the ingredients of Ason's elements 
Fire, water, cold earth wood 
Yo do the knowledge because it is good 
Enough to over-stuff jumbo pack 
Brother like Ason will never be attacked 
A by a nigga couldn't figure how to pull the gun trigger 
And I say yo get the f*ck outta here!

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