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SINGER: Ol' Dirty Bastard
SONG:Give It To Ya Raw
[ol' dirty bastard] 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 erything in my god damn town Doin expressure, a jam it to deadly Daredevil doin, cause i am the u-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 fuck 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 wanna 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 overstuff 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 fuck outta here!
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