Harlem World
Ol' Dirty Bastard Lyrics


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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 niggas 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 of TV, kay
With the button on record and the other on
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"
Then a brother get the feeling that he want to play cool
You discombobulated diabolical fool
Hog-flesh MC, go play in the mud
Another 20th century, modern day
Cannibal, humanoid, underground
Chud broke loose from the goddamn
Dope-fiend addict why you walk with
Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome
When the MC's came, to live out their name
Roast rockin' rhymes that was always
When I elevated, and mastered the time
You was stimulated from the high post
You got shot cause you knew you were rot

You're not the king of the diss
Youse a queen of a bitch
And like a homosexual
Your ass always switch
Niggas wake up in the morning
You ugly-ass Gods
Got slob around your mouth
Blue code in your eye
You can't smile your teeth too gritty
Can't even move, drawers too shitty
(You know what else) You're shaped like a thistle
The holes in your drawers when you fuck been there since
You duckin' suckin' motherfuckin' cold hearted faggot
Sperm germs on your worm disintegrated maggots
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
Claimin' 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
Not in the game, 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 heaven's up above
When I rap, people clap, so the pushers they 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, politicians demonstrate

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

I wanna give a shout out to my nigga Door, Door, Door
Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk
Yo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack
For the niggas who's here
And the girls who's out there
Throw your hands in the air
'Cause this one is more fly
Fly, fly
Fly, fly
Fly
Bzzt
Woo!

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

Come on daddy?




I didn't mean nothin' by it
But when it come to, fuckin' with you MC's

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Ol’ Dirty Bastard’s “Harlem World” represent ODB’s transition into full artistic autonomy within the Wu-Tang Clan. The track represents his dissatisfaction with the Wu-Tang’s group dynamics and lack of collaboration to create content. ODB refers to his past encounter at a Wu-Tang show where he witnessed the other members performing solo on stage. He felt that they were so focused on their own individual goals that it made it impossible to work together. ODB realized that in order for him to achieve his dreams, he needed to separate himself from the “psychology” of the group and be confident in his own intellect. The lyrics describe how he spent his time and money mastering his craft and elevating himself to a higher artistic level than when he started.


ODB also takes time in “Harlem World” to address other rappers and their lyrical abilities in some of the song’s opening verses. He mocks “cold-hearted faggots,” “sperm germs and disintegrated maggots,” and “phony gold chains only rated two carats.” He explains that these rappers repeat their rhymes like parrots and are focused on material wealth rather than artistic expression. In the song’s final verses, ODB boasts about his own lyrical talent and directs his words at anyone who may doubt his abilities. He demands that everyone in the audience throw their hands in the air because the song is “more fly” than anything else out there.


Line by Line Meaning

I remember
I have a clear memory


Not too long ago
Not too far in the past


I went to a city
I visited a particular place


And I saw a Wu-Tang show
And I attended a performance by Wu-Tang Clan


Now I always wanted
I always had the desire


To get, with, the band
To join and collaborate with the band


But niggas was singin' they own songs
But other artists were focused on their own music


Bein' in they own worlds
Being immersed in their own creative space


So I guess I, I guess I
So I suppose, I suppose


The terminology, the psychology
The language, the mindset


You still expect me to accept
You still want me to agree


Do what I say off of TV, kay
Follow what I say on television, okay?


With the button on record and the other on
One button pressed for recording and another


Thus I press pause for a serious cause
So I press the pause button for an important reason


To respect an intellect with this gratifying
To appreciate an intelligent artist


Now that I'm ready let the music begin
Now that I'm prepared, let the music start


As I detect what I wrote with my
As I identify what I wrote with my


Through the time that I spent, money that I lent
Through the time and money I invested


Rap records went up just to bounce
Rap music gained popularity just to rebound


Then became a new way to get paid
Then it evolved into a lucrative profession


They said "Rhymin' on the mic is the number one"
They claimed that rapping on the microphone is


Then a brother get the feeling that he want to play cool
Then an individual feels the need to act cool


You discombobulated diabolical fool
You confused and wicked fool


Hog-flesh MC, go play in the mud
Inferior MC, go involve yourself in menial tasks


Another 20th century, modern day
Another contemporary era


Cannibal, humanoid, underground
Savage, human-like creature, hidden beneath the surface


Chud broke loose from the goddamn
Cannibalistic humanoid underground dweller escaped from the damn


Dope-fiend addict why you walk with
Drug-addicted person, why do you associate with


Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome
AIDS


When the MC's came, to live out their name
When the MCs arrived, to embody their name


Roast rockin' rhymes that was always
Delivering powerful rhymes that were always


When I elevated, and mastered the time
When I rose to a higher level and mastered time


You was stimulated from the high post
You were stimulated by the elevated position


You got shot cause you knew you were rot
You got shot because you knew you were corrupt


You're not the king of the diss
You are not the master of insults


Youse a queen of a bitch
You are a queen of a derogatory term for a woman


And like a homosexual
And similar to a homosexual individual


Your ass always switch
Your behavior always changes


Niggas wake up in the morning
People wake up in the morning


You ugly-ass Gods
You unattractive individuals


Got slob around your mouth
Have saliva around your mouth


Blue code in your eye
Mark or stain with a blue color in your eye


You can't smile your teeth too gritty
You cannot smile because your teeth are too dirty


Can't even move, drawers too shitty
Can't even move, underwear too dirty


(You know what else) You're shaped like a thistle
(You know what else) Your body shape resembles a thistle


The holes in your drawers when you fuck been there since
The holes in your underwear have been there since you had sex


You duckin' suckin' motherfuckin' cold hearted faggot
You avoid and suck, you heartless derogatory term for a gay person


Sperm germs on your worm disintegrated maggots
Germs from semen on your penis, decomposed maggots


Repeat your rhymes all the time like a fuckin' parrot
Repeating your rhymes constantly like a parrot


Phony gold chains only rated two carats
Fake gold chains, only valued at two carats


You tell your friends that your home is like heaven
You claim to your friends that your home is like paradise


Livin' in the gutter sewer seven pipe eleven
Living in a filthy drain, like a 7-Eleven store


You wear your socks twelve days in a row
You wear the same socks for twelve consecutive days


Turn them on the other side so the dirt won't show
Flip them inside out so the dirt is concealed


Go to school, take a shit, don't wipe your ass
Go to school, defecate, and don't clean yourself


Claimin' on another sucka nigga in your class
Claiming superiority over another person in your class


You wanna battle?
You want to engage in a competition?


Is it the pork on your fork, or the swine on your mind
Is it the pork on your fork, or the pig on your mind


Make you rap against a brother with a weak-ass rhyme
Force you to compete against someone with a weak rhyme


Swine on your mind, pork on your fork
Obsessed with pigs, consuming pork


Make you imitate the brother in the state of New York
Make you mimic an individual from New York


Chain on your brain, that drove you insane
Shackled by your own thoughts, causing insanity


When you tried to claim, for the talent and the fame
When you attempted to proclaim your talent and fame


Not in the game, yet and still you came
Not yet established, but you still arrived


Suffer the pain, as I demolish your name
Experience the pain as I destroy your reputation


Not like Betty Crocker, baking cake in the OV
Not like Betty Crocker, baking cake in the oven


Sayin' this is dedicated to the one I love
Declaring this is a dedication to the person I love


Not a swine or dove, from the heaven's up above
Neither a pig nor a peaceful bird, from the heavens


When I rap, people clap, so the pushers they shove
When I rap, people applaud, causing excitement


When I rhyme I get loose, better than Mother Goose
When I rhyme, I become energetic, superior to Mother Goose


Rock the mic day and night, so you see I'm the juice
Dominate the microphone continuously, proving my skills


Like the two-six-eight, politicians demonstrate
Similar to the 268, politicians showcase their abilities


Now hold up hold up hold up hold up
Now pause, pause, pause, pause


What y'all niggas don't seem to hear
What all of you individuals don't understand


Is y'all can not fuck with me
Is that none of you can compete with me


I said
I stated


All
Every single one


Can't fuck with me
Cannot compete with me


I wanna give a shout out to my nigga Door, Door, Door
I want to acknowledge my friend Door multiple times


Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk
Referring to Buddah Monk repeatedly


Yo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack
Hey Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack


For the niggas who's here
For the individuals who are present


And the girls who's out there
And the females who are out there


Throw your hands in the air
Raise your hands up


'Cause this one is more fly
Because this one is more stylish


Bzzt
Sound effect


Woo!
Sound of excitement


Get your ass in the house boy, I told you
Go inside, boy, I informed you


Get your ass in the house! Get, get, in the god damn house boy!
Go inside the house! Get in, get in, inside the goddamn house, boy!


Last fuckin' time I'm gonna talk to you you hard-headed motherfucker
This is the last time I'm going to speak to you, you stubborn individual


Come on daddy?
Come on, father?


I didn't mean nothin' by it
I didn't intend any harm


But when it come to, fuckin' with you MC's
But when it comes to messing with other MCs like you




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Russell Jones

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@beflygelt

one of the hardest rap tracks I heard in my life. Insane

@Piccolo-nj8ys

Oh this was the shit! if you got the right cd of course

@fredyscanlan

The way it drops in off the track before...:)

@notosrap

Exactly :)

@matt4398

Nigga!

@rashidjackson3705

Banger forever!!

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@titko1987

"You wear your socks twelve days in a row, turn them on the other side so the dirt won't show" Goddamn, i think that's my favorite line.....ever. Rip Ason!

@williamnyikuli6824

This dude LITERALLY did a rambling drunken style album....and, it didn't just work, it's brilliant. That's insane. Wu 1993-1997 will never be paralleled in hip-hop.

@therealliveguy

FACTS!

@amanithurman1274

Facts 💯

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