[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard, Busta Rhymes]
But you won't let me love you
I wanna do more smooth rhymes and shit, man
Know what I'm sayin'? I don't know them shits
Yeah
Come on
This that shit, oh, shit
That's that Wu-Tang shit, my nigga
Check it, yo, this to all them fuckin' MC's out there in the world
That think they can fuck with Ol' Dirty Bastard
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, come on, come on
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What? (Yo)
I'm here to shock your dome piece real quick (Yo, yo)
Know what I'm sayin'? (Yo, check)
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Shit get cataclysmic how I mastered the wicked division of spittin' Nigga, past what you wishin'
It's super surpassing your vision in whatever you thinking of course
Bags are sickening, make 'em gag when I'm shittin' type of flow
See, the fact is I'm back and I'm stackin' 'em up
How I'm heatin' thе planet, niggas be callin' me solar maximum
So еffortless in how I'm attackin' 'em
Even when I'm restin', I'm Black and niggas see the results and next count them
Like checkin' the pulse of a corpse when I show 'em no reaction
Ignoring you, nigga (You borin' me, nigga)
Back to stacking this paper exactly, the lyrical impact is so literal
Criminal (Priceless), as in every valuable mineral
Super subliminal, becomin' the future like digital data
Pivotal moments, shit get critical, haters
See what I make the DJ do to the fader, rest in peace to Roc Raida
Body niggas now or later, traumatically major
Dramatically cater to niggas that want it and eat it
And live it and fart it just to open they vein and bleed it
I superseded the situation every time it's hard to defeat it
The unstoppable, you need it
But you won't let me love you
I wanna do more smooth rhymes and shit, man
Know what I'm sayin'? I don't know them shits
Yeah
Come on
This that shit, oh, shit
That's that Wu-Tang shit, my nigga
Check it, yo, this to all them fuckin' MC's out there in the world
That think they can fuck with Ol' Dirty Bastard
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, come on, come on
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What? (Yo)
I'm here to shock your dome piece real quick (Yo, yo)
Know what I'm sayin'? (Yo, check)
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Shit get cataclysmic how I mastered the wicked division of spittin' Nigga, past what you wishin'
It's super surpassing your vision in whatever you thinking of course
Bags are sickening, make 'em gag when I'm shittin' type of flow
See, the fact is I'm back and I'm stackin' 'em up
How I'm heatin' thе planet, niggas be callin' me solar maximum
So еffortless in how I'm attackin' 'em
Even when I'm restin', I'm Black and niggas see the results and next count them
Like checkin' the pulse of a corpse when I show 'em no reaction
Ignoring you, nigga (You borin' me, nigga)
Back to stacking this paper exactly, the lyrical impact is so literal
Criminal (Priceless), as in every valuable mineral
Super subliminal, becomin' the future like digital data
Pivotal moments, shit get critical, haters
See what I make the DJ do to the fader, rest in peace to Roc Raida
Body niggas now or later, traumatically major
Dramatically cater to niggas that want it and eat it
And live it and fart it just to open they vein and bleed it
I superseded the situation every time it's hard to defeat it
The unstoppable, you need it
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