Bathory

Bathory - A Black Moon Broods Over Leumria

[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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