Ol' Dirty Bastard - 1991 Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Ol' Dirty ba*tard] One, two One, two This how we do it from Brooklyn [GZA] Oh yeah that sounds kinda funky Alright, break it down and then I'll start [Verse: GZA] Check it out When I begin to wreck a hip-hop tune The crowd reacts immediately, if not soon I'm black and proud, I move the crowd I raise from Hell, yo My lyrics alone rock the bell Of those who say that its me they wanna scar Hmm, that's like George Burns without a cigar So come in the game and project the hard image But they can't never get past the line of scrimmage Cause I'm on a defense, what a tough sequence And you lack the knowledge to understand a pretense So just from not planning it right you got sacked by a blitz of rhymes that will broken down stacks therefore The mic was hyped but then your hand got stripped and ripped while it slipped from its stand in What happened? You begin to cease to control it You fumbled, couldn't rumble, so then I stole it How did you think you could make first down? If you were boxing, you wouldn't escape the first round Save the ball, don't even begin to waste time, drop the mic Before you reach fate, then you rhyme and realize You were just weak from the start You make demos, but really don't master the art I know ya know deep down inside you can't flow Plus, you're backwards, when I said red you said "Go!" But you should've stopped, because the red was the bloodshed But you ignored the warning and you went ahead Try me G, by setting up a match A fair one, meaning no strings attached, then bang!