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Give It To Ya Raw (LP Version)Ol’ Dirty Bastard

Songwriter: RZA Ol’ Dirty Bastard

Producer: RZA

[Intro]
Give it to ya raw!
Yo, it's that old school shit
About 12 years old

[Verse 1]
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
Dipping low on an MC like you and doing you
Something, so step to the shit right now
Kicking on everything in my god damn town
Doing expression, a jam it to deadly
Daredevil doing, 'cause I am the U-N
I-Q-U-E funky fresh
Funky do he get hype?
You're motherfucking right I do
Ason, break it down sure anytime
A serious outstanding 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, killing the beat with all your might
You love a hip hop song baby, I don't wanna be right
Wake up, what, what, losing your head
Woke up on the wrong side of the bed
Juvenile faction of hard, you say you're living large
You're the head nigga in charge

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
These lovely rhymes made by the one and only
I'm Ason, there's nothing 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 saying "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!

Ol’ Dirty Bastard

Russell Tyrone Jones (November 15, 1968 – November 13, 2004) was an American rapper and occasional producer, who went by the stage names Ol' Dirty Bastard (ODB), Ason Unique, Osirus, Rainman, Big Baby Jesus, and Dirt McGirt. He was one of the founding members of the Wu-Tang Clan, a rap group primarily from Staten Island, New York that first rose to mainstream prominence with their 1993 debut album Enter the 36 Chambers.

Ol' Dirty Bastard’s wildly erratic behavior was the result of serious drug problems or genuine mental instability.

ODBs rhymes have stood the one true test and that is the test of time. They are funny, concise and always memorable

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