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this is homework break numero deux**
a flashback to circa...1995/96 for you and yours

Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay,
Gimme the mic so I can take it away.
Off on a natural charge, bon voyage
Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad
Wu-Tang Killerrr Bees on a swarm!
Rain on ya dollar's ass, disco dorm!
For you to even touch my skill,
You gotta have the one Killer Bee and he ain't gonna kill. Now
My producer slam, my flow is like bam!
Chop that down, pass it all around!
Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground!
For any MC in any 52 states,
I gets psycho killerrrr Norman Bates!
My producer slam, sharp like bam!
Jump on stage, and then I dun-daaa

- ol' dirty bastard



[ol' dirty bastard passes away]

one of my all time favourites in hip hop.
yea sure, he rarely made sense, but like the girl in one of his intros off of 1995's 'Return to the 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version' says, "just look at his disposition"! he was funny...he was loud..he was obnoxious..he was a nut.
for that, he was great.


[r.i.p. russel "dirt mcGirt" jones.]


wu-tang is here forever...muthafuckaz!
[wu-tang to perform again after 5 years?...]


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