Ol' Dirty Bastard — Give It To Ya Raw SD50 Remix 2020 Remaster

[Intro] Conjunction I remember the Gods at the— Give it to ya raw Yo, this 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 ain't doin' you Something, so step to the shit right now Kick another gig in my goddamn town No one is fresher, I damage the deadly Daredevil doin' 'cause I am the U-N I-Q-U-E, funky fresh Funky dude get hype, you're motherfucking right I do Ason, break it down, sure, anytime Assure he is outstanding, never end, clever in the rhyme Break down your shit, however you come There's no one who can fuck with Ason (Give it to you) I paralyze you, make you realize who Lost concern with my goddamn crew Quiet as kept when I start any fuckin riots Even 'fore you do it, my nigga, don't try it (Even) 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 You might even find it in the Brooklyn Zoo Look as you're killing the beat with all your might If lovin' hip-hop's wrong, baby, I don't wanna be right Wake up, what? What? Losing your head Woke up on the wrong side of the bed Juvenile fraction of hard, you say you're living large You're the head nigga in charge (Yeah) [Chorus] I give it to ya raw I said I give it to ya raw 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 with it Like a specialist, I write my own music That will make you dance, get drunk or act wild Ladies be sayin', "Hey, hey, I love your style" Whether you're sober, yo, just behold the Casanova Get chopped with the lawn mower (Give it to ya) So get busy as Ason perform On and on, ladies scream my name, "Ason" That means God, Ason, girls romantic Repeat it so much you catch 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 can tell a vision no lie I'm the Ason, most high Use your keys and start the ignition 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, gold, earth, wood Yo, through the knowledge because it is good Enough to overstuff jumbo pack Brother like Ason will never be attacked By a nigga couldn't figure how to pull the gun trigger I said, "Yo, get the fuck outta here" [Outro] The Sugarhill Gang niggas You know what I'm sayin'? Yo, all of— yo, I can't remember all you niggas back in the days Zulu Nation, you know what I'm sayin'? All you motherfuckers, man, I just wanna say I love ya Givin' it to ya, know what I'm sayin'? All you breakdancin' niggas, freestyle poppin' You know who was the baddest niggas? I ain't gon' say nothin' But y'all know who was the baddest niggas in that shit You know? See, I was one of them niggas doin' this shit seventeen years And I just wanna let all y'all MCs know all across the land You got any problems, any beefs, you can bring that shit 'Cause I don't give a fuck I'm the baddest nigga, I don't give a fuck I been doin' this for seventeen joints What? What? Shut the fuck up, you little-ass nigga I said, have you heard a— I said, have you heard a—