Reunited (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Ol' Dirty bast*rd & RZA]
Reunited 'cause it feels so good
Yo, your n*ggas ain't sh*t
Reunited 'cause we're understood Your b*tch ain't sh*t
There's one perfect thing and
Your momma ain't sh*t
Children this one is it
Your daddy ain't sh*t
We both we're so excited 'cause you ain't sh*t
We're reunited, hey! hey! l
n*ggas ain't sh*t
Your momma ain't sh*t
Your daddy ain't sh*t
You ain't sh*t, you ain't sh*t
Yo, yo

[Verse 1: GZA]
Reunited, double LP, world excited
Struck a match to the underground, industry ignited
From metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth
Wicked n*ggas come, try to burglarize the turf
Scattin' off soft-ass beats, them n*ggas rap happily
Tragically, that style, deteriate, rapidly
Uncompleted missions, throwing your best known compositions
You couldn't add it up, if you mastered addition
Where I come from, getting visual is habitual
Demonstrate walking on hot coal, in rituals
I splash the paint on the wall, it formed the mural
He took a look, saw the manifestation of it was plural
Rhyming while impaired, dart hit your garment
Pierced your internals, streamlined compartments
Just consider the unparallel advantage
Of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage
[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
I'm known on the microphone as the rap professor
Casual dresser, you may dress fresher
The way that I speak this sh*t is energetic
My physique of meat is quite athletic
Remove all MCs who disapprove
That my funky rhyme particle will always have the groove
You're jealous over me n*gga, you're not a competitor
You're just a donor, I'm the rap editor
Tryna rock the mic when you get an appetite
All negative on the mic, I dislike
Try to rock the mic but only will reduce
Try to get loose, you juice as a youth
Not knowing to yourself that you shall be frozen
I'm the MC warrior, who has been chosen
To rock and shock beats, polite when I recite
Sulfur MCs, you are down right, out right
Try to be talkative, there's no alternative
Hide until I forgive, this motive
I am Unique with the perfected physique
The objective of my rhyme is my own technique
I maintain this paradise on this Earth
With the shut the f*ck up style for what this sh*t is worth
Watch a n*gga catch a purse, super-hero n*ggas die
Do my dirt, get away and multiply
You b*tches, you nice guys
Always want b*tch, because you need mine
I'm pleased on how I get up on the stage and f*ck up the show
'Cause nobody can't f*ck with me!
You bootlegging buying motherf*ckers, don't do that with me
With all these child-support cases I got, I needs my money!
Earl for ages, a 100 and down, sacrifice your baby to the underground
The best kept secret, how does it feel to be boxed in
Like a skeleton, growing back your skin?
When I was young, I was taught how to produce
The science of babies getting loose
I turned white boys to Springsteen spruce
Black to spooks, gave the Chinese Bruce
I can't help it if my style is foggy, monster boogie
Get ya high on my patio, all come to see me movie
b*tches, you're walking on my dirt
We ain't saying nothing, I'm in your ear, make you blink cold Pert
Love potion, plenty bones I put up
What!? What!? What!? What!?
You know what time it is
Mothef*ckers!
[Chorus: Ol' Dirty bast*rd & Ms. Roxy]
Reunited and it feels so good It's Wu mothef*ckers
Reunited cuz we're understood ah, Wu-Tang motherf*ckers
There's one perfect thing
And children this one is it
We both we're so excited
Cuz we're reunited, hey! hey! It's Wu motherf*ckers
Ah, Wu-Tang motherf*ckers
It's Wu motherf*ckers
Ah, Wu-Tang motherf*ckers
It's Wu motherf*ckers
Ah, Wu-Tang motherf*ckers

[Outro: Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
I want to give a big shout out to the Wu-Tang Clan
We holdin it down. YouknowI'msayin?
I also want to show mad love to Puffy cuz you holdin it down
Master P, you holdin it down
KnowI'msayin? Dr.Dre, you holdin it down
Give Snoop my love, E-40
MC Eiht, West Coast, word is bond
This is family, I don't give a f*ck!
Striaght up. It's Dirt Dog, n*gga!
Y'all n*ggas know how the f*ck I get down!
KnowI'msayin? I'm here to represent this sh*t!
KnowImean? I love y'all n*ggas!
Motherf*cker, my stomach hurts!
b*tch, I got to go!
(ah, Wu-Tang motherf*ckers...)