Ol' Dirty Bastard lyrics
Ol' Dirty Bastard lyrics
"Damage lyrics"
Spies lyrics
I awake to find no peace of mind, I said, how do you live as a fugitive? Down here where I cannot see so clear. I said, what do I know? Show me the right way to go, And the spies came out of the water, But you're feeling so bad cos you know, But the spies hide out in every corner, But you can't touch them though, Cos they're all spies, they're all spies. I awake to see
(feat. Genius)I awake to find no peace of mind, I said, how do you live as a fugitive? Down here where I cannot see so clear. I said, what do I know? Show me the right way to go, And the spies came out of the water, But you're feeling so bad cos you know, But the spies hide out in every corner, But you can't touch them though, Cos they're all spies, they're all spies. I awake to see
[Intro:]
Peace (peace!)
(Dirty, Ol Dirty Bastard)
(The Genius! Genius)
The Genius (The Genius, the Genius)
[Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard (GZA in brackets)]
I'll grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamina
Here comes the medical examiner
One verse then you're out for the count
(Bring the ammonia) make sure he sniffs the right amount
Wake him up and then I ask him
Why did he intend this --
Competition to get an ass kickin so tremendous
Boy you shouldn't bother this
Leave me alone like the (son said G or he'll be fatherless!)
I got the asiatic flow mixed with disco
Roll up on the scene like the Count of Monte Crisco
And MC's start to vanish
(I stepped up to a jet black kid, started spea
Typical Situation lyrics
Ten fingers we have each Nine planets around the sun repeat Eight ball is the last if you triumphant be Seven oceans pummel the shores of the sea It's a typical situation In these typical times Too many choices Everybody's happy Everybody's free We'll keep the big door open Everyone will come around Why are you different Why are you that way If you don't get in linekin spanish!
Yo he wasn't from Panama
I asked him how he get so dark, the nigga said suntama!
He responded so fast, you made me laugh)
Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH (then I scared-his ass!)
(Kick the hundred strongest rhymes
I brought out the punk in him
Caught him with a strong five deadly venom
Told him enter the Wu-Tang
Witness the Shaolin slang, that'll crush the shit you bring)
I watch your ass take a big fall, why?!
My Main Source, is like a friendly game of stickball
And as you step up to bat man (I play the riddler)
You try to do me for a rhyme (then I'll change to Hitler)
Go out like Nazi; you'll be wishin your fuckin ass stayed
Home and played (Yahtzee!)
Or watchin Happy Days sweatin (Poxie)
With Ralphie and Richie Cunningham, Joni and (Chachi)
Wu, who? Me gettin wreck so I
Like a ten and a half foot, gettin in a seven (shoe)
(Now picture THAT with a Minolta)
Have your ass doin some Night Fever shit like John Travolta
I come strong I make knowledge born, I flip the script
And rock on from P.M. (past the fucking Dawn)
Pass the Hammer you're broke down, niggaz grab my what what
Can't understand it here's the panaroma
(A complete view of how I defeat you)
Should of stepped to those fuckin kids who tried to (beat you)
Yeah I bust that ass before
(You ran to Texas and came back but forgot the chainsaw!)
And want to perform a massacre
Better be coming with some motherfucking shit that's spectacular
Crush the person who did em, well you just better
So I'm stepping to your (raggedy ass jetta)
Put the pedal to the metal
You and your DJ change yo
As I (pass the bone, kicks your every measure)
It's not a Newport but it's still live with pleasure
(C'mon don't be silly, just a bag of sensimilli
Rolled up in a) Motown Philly
(I used to write all the time when I smoked
Grab the mic, then I kinda like went for broke
With visually concepts strongest rhymes and biceps
Lyrically speakin, three to four rhymes then choke
Some think they be harmin this, claimin they be bombin this)
But they still remains a-nom-ynous
I pull strings like Jimi Hendrix
Ride more beats that go backs to the days of Eddie Kendricks
I teach the truth to the youth, I say (hey youth)
Here's the truth, better start wearing (bullet proof)
Arm yourself with a shield
(Before you get trapped up) just like the Children in the Cornfield
Ten fingers we have each Nine planets around the sun repeat Eight ball is the last if you triumphant be Seven oceans pummel the shores of the sea It's a typical situation In these typical times Too many choices Everybody's happy Everybody's free We'll keep the big door open Everyone will come around Why are you different Why are you that way If you don't get in line
Yo he wasn't from Panama
I asked him how he get so dark, the nigga said suntama!
He responded so fast, you made me laugh)
Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH (then I scared-his ass!)
(Kick the hundred strongest rhymes
I brought out the punk in him
Caught him with a strong five deadly venom
Told him enter the Wu-Tang
Witness the Shaolin slang, that'll crush the shit you bring)
I watch your ass take a big fall, why?!
My Main Source, is like a friendly game of stickball
And as you step up to bat man (I play the riddler)
You try to do me for a rhyme (then I'll change to Hitler)
Go out like Nazi; you'll be wishin your fuckin ass stayed
Home and played (Yahtzee!)
Or watchin Happy Days sweatin (Poxie)
With Ralphie and Richie Cunningham, Joni and (Chachi)
Wu, who? Me gettin wreck so I
Mechanical Animals lyrics
We were neurophobic and perfect the day that we lost our souls machines that wished they were human If they cry they will rust And I was a hand grenade That never stopped exploding You were automatic and as hollow as the "o" in god I am never gonna be the one for you I am never gonna save the world from you But they'll never be good for you Or bad to you They'll never be anything Anything at
'm throughWe were neurophobic and perfect the day that we lost our souls machines that wished they were human If they cry they will rust And I was a hand grenade That never stopped exploding You were automatic and as hollow as the "o" in god I am never gonna be the one for you I am never gonna save the world from you But they'll never be good for you Or bad to you They'll never be anything Anything at
Like a ten and a half foot, gettin in a seven (shoe)
(Now picture THAT with a Minolta)
Have your ass doin some Night Fever shit like John Travolta
I come strong I make knowledge born, I flip the script
And rock on from P.M. (past the fucking Dawn)
Pass the Hammer you're broke down, niggaz grab my what what
Can't understand it here's the panaroma
(A complete view of how I defeat you)
Should of stepped to those fuckin kids who tried to (beat you)
Yeah I bust that ass before
(You ran to Texas and came back but forgot the chainsaw!)
And want to perform a massacre
Better be coming with some motherfucking shit that's spectacular
Crush the person who did em, well you just better
So I'm stepping to your (raggedy ass jetta)
Put the pedal to the metal
You and your DJ change yo
Batucada lyrics
Refr?o T? no batuque que balan?a negro T? no batuque que balan?a ? T? no batuque que balan?a negro T? no batuque que balan?a ? ? ? ? pode me telefonar ? ? ? liga pra esse meu cantar txe txe ohh ohhh ? o retrato fiel ? uma historinha de amor Meu reque te balan?ou Fazendo seu corpo vim dan?ar ? o retrato fiel ? uma historinha de amor Meu reque te balan?ou Fazendo
ur name to Ma and Pa KettleRefr?o T? no batuque que balan?a negro T? no batuque que balan?a ? T? no batuque que balan?a negro T? no batuque que balan?a ? ? ? ? pode me telefonar ? ? ? liga pra esse meu cantar txe txe ohh ohhh ? o retrato fiel ? uma historinha de amor Meu reque te balan?ou Fazendo seu corpo vim dan?ar ? o retrato fiel ? uma historinha de amor Meu reque te balan?ou Fazendo
As I (pass the bone, kicks your every measure)
It's not a Newport but it's still live with pleasure
(C'mon don't be silly, just a bag of sensimilli
Rolled up in a) Motown Philly
(I used to write all the time when I smoked
Grab the mic, then I kinda like went for broke
With visually concepts strongest rhymes and biceps
Lyrically speakin, three to four rhymes then choke
Some think they be harmin this, claimin they be bombin this)
But they still remains a-nom-ynous
I pull strings like Jimi Hendrix
Ride more beats that go backs to the days of Eddie Kendricks
I teach the truth to the youth, I say (hey youth)
Here's the truth, better start wearing (bullet proof)
Arm yourself with a shield
(Before you get trapped up) just like the Children in the Cornfield