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Harlem World Lyrics

from The Return To The 36 Chambers

"Harlem World" is track #17 on the album The Return To The 36 Chambers. It was written by Jones, Russell.
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Shit, that makes me high

Yo, we gonna bring it back, to Harlem World
Bust your fuckin chops
Yo, I remember when niggaz was lookin' at themselves

[Incomprehensible]

See 'cause tonight is the night of all nights
Most people gather around to hear the show
That is comin' through your town

See my name is somethin' that you won't know
Unless you're down, with the Brooklyn Zoo
Other brothers come but never come back

So basically, what the Ol' motherfuckin Dirty Bastard is sayin'
Is that if you fuck around
You're gonna get yo' ass fucked up
So don't fuck around, just lay down

I remember, not too long ago
I went to a city and I saw a Wu-Tang show
Now I always wanted to get with the band
But niggaz was singin' they own songs
Bein' in they own worlds

So I guess I, I guess I
The terminology, the psychology
You still expect me to accept
Do what I say off the TDK
With the button on record and the other on (Play)

Thus I press pause for a serious cause
To respect an intellect with this gratifying
Now that I'm ready, let the music begin
As I detect what I wrote with my

Through the time that I spent, money that I lent
Rap records went up just to bounce
Then became a new way to get paid
They said, "Rhymin' on the mic is the number one" (way)

Then a brother get the feelin' that he want to play cool
You discombumberated, diabolical fool
Hog-flesh MC, go play in the mud
Another 20th century, modern day

Cannibal, humanoid, underground (Dweller)
Chud broke loose from the goddamn (Cellar)
Dope-fiend addict like dope (Dope)
Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome

When the MC's came to live out their name
Roast rockin' rhymes that was always (Lame)
When I elevated and mastered the time
You was stimulated from the high post (rhyme)
You got shot because you knew you were rot

You're not the king of the ditch, youse a queen of a bitch
And like a homosexual your ass always switch
Niggaz, wake up in the morning, you're ugly-ass guys
Got slob around your mouth, green cold in your eyes

You can't smile, your teeth too gritty
Can't even move, drawers too shitty
You're shaped like a thistle
Got holes in your drawers and when you fart them shits (whistle)

YOU DUCKIN' SUCKIN, MOTHERFUCKIN COLD-HEARTED FAGGOT!
(Sperm, germ, slimy-worm) DISINTEGRATED MAGGOT!
Repeat your rhymes all the time like a fuckin' parrot
Phony gold chains only rated two carats

You tell your friends that your home is like heaven
Livin' in the gutter, sewer seven, pipe eleven
You wear your socks twelve days in a row
Turn them on the other side so the dirt won't show

Go to school, take a shit, don't wipe your ass
ClaBlame it on another sucka nigga in your class
YOU WANNA BATTLE?!
Is it the pork on your fork or the swine on your mind?
Make you rap against a brother with a weak-ass rhyme

Swine on your mind, pork on your fork
Make you imitate the brother in the state of New York
Chain on your brain that drove you insane
When you tried to claim for the talent and the fame

Nothing to gain, but yet and still you came
Suffer the pain, as I demolish your name
Not like Betty Crocker, baking cake in the OV
Sayin', 'This is dedicated to the one I love'

Not a swine or dove from the heavens up above
When I rap, people clap, show they pistols and shove
When I rhyme I get loose, better than Mother Goose
Rock the mic day and night, so you see I'm the juice
Like the two six eight problems, you should demonstrate

Now hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
What y'all niggaz don't seem to hear
Is y'all can not fuck with me
I said y'all can't fuck with me

I wanna give a shout out to my nigga door, door, door, door, door
Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk
Yo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack
For the niggaz who's here and the girls who's out there
Throw your hands in the air 'cause in this one is more fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly

Get your ass in the house
Get your ass in the house, boy, I told you
Get your ass in the house, get, get, in the god damn house, boy
Last fuckin' time I'm gonna talk to you you hard-headed motherfucker
[Incomprehensible]
But when it come to fuckin' with you MC's

Songwriters
JONES, RUSSELL

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Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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