Текст песни Dirt - Ol' Dirty Bastard , Joe Young

Put some more beat on this joint Breez
I'm feelin' it, uh-huh
Breez live radio
Straight from lockdown
Don't you bother me, don't you bother me
Ol' Dirty Bastard, Dert Da Dirt, old school style
Wu-Tang

You nothin' but fallen stars, I see it on y'all
Appear bizarre, ol' dirty boulevard
I'm known global law, take his head Caesar
Got babies like caviar, growin' evening star
God bless the dead, 2Pac Shakur
You can't devour this and the law
The radiant flow, at nine a gigolo
With a bad hot ho, only cocaine up the nose
Incognito, defeat me, how so?
Rap Kato, money green plant grow
Long ago, Protect Ya Neck video
Made me blow on rap radio
Record sales overflow, set up in Ontario
Killed the Navajo, bustin' pistachio
On a high plateau, this shit's a rodeo
How I bully this shit and make this nigga blow

Call me Osiris, lyrical virus
Old school fire, straight from lockdown
Wu-Tang veteran, straight from lockdown
O.D.B., now we're rock now

Put a nigga in the dirt for this here
We ain't start yet
Fuck the world 'til it cum, I ain't even hard yet
Put this beat to rest and burn the body
Ashes comin' out the window of this brand new Bugatti
Listen, the king, the don, the maker, the genius is here
This feels like Venus and two Serena's on your penis
I come through the cleanest, might drop the meanest
Comin' off my zenith, the way we begun it
German nigga with a attitude, 300 miles and runnin'
A parade like West Ban back in the 90's
I was in the kitchen like Chef, cookin' up with the crimeys
Servin' jail cells, postin' bails
For my people in the trenches, hoppin' fences
Never comin' off the bench, I'm a Dirty Bastard
Keep your ears locked and your seatbelt fastened
We slay Satan with a passion, in God we trust
Guns, oil drums, I got the Midas touch
Come through in the clutch, drop it off, no sweat
Ferrari truck pullin' up and they ain't even made 'em yet
Look, I need four seconds more
'Cause I'm ill like coach Phil
Tell 'em I need my face on the hundred euro bill

Call me Osiris, lyrical virus
Old school fire, straight from lockdown
Wu-Tang veteran, straight from lockdown
O.D.B., now we're rock now
Call me Osiris, lyrical virus
Old school fire, straight from lockdown
Wu-Tang veteran, straight from lockdown
O.D.B., now we're rock now

The new world uploaded my voice on a beat
Phonography, prehistoric technology
Edward Leon Scott de Martinville
With this prophecy came hip hop democracy
Rappers nowadays owe Jesus an apology
I sacrifice my old blood to gain a new policy
At night time we gaze at the stars to make a philosophy
See I roll my eyes in the back of my head and create astrology
Welcome to the scientists of the universe
Barson, man, born Allah universal now couldn't fit in a can
This year number nine so I knew I was comin' up
I was born a polygamist, monogamists your time is runnin' out
In this lifetime Prince Barson, pace yourself in the quicksand
The quicker you drown, Bobby Brown, Christina Brown
In the tub left with a autopsy sound
All so excruciating to hear the pill that my father downed
Dark dreams of movin' osmosis
Took me back to the Egyptian state of montoposis
Today I thought to myself, I never seen a dinosaur
Angela known as Angel took me to the exhibit
Who we thought was a dinosaur
And all in reality I seen a human saw
All this confusion only made me an omnivore