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[Ol Dirty
I'll grab and the mic and now I you, cut your whole stamina
Here comes the examiner
One then you're out for the count
(Bring the ammonia) make sure he sniffs the right
him up and then I ask him
Why did he this --
competition to get an ass so tremendous
Boy you bother this
Leave me like the (son said G or he'll be fatherless!)
I got the asiatic flow mixed disco
Roll up on the scene the Count of Monte Crisco
and start to vanish
(I stepped up to a jet black kid, speakin spanish!
Yo he wasn't Panama
I him how he get so dark, the nigga said suntama!
He so fast, you made me laugh)
Ha-ha-ha, (then I scared-his ass!)
(Kick the hundred strongest
I brought out the in him
Caught him with a strong five deadly
Told him enter the
Witness the Shaolin slang, that'll the shit you bring)
I your ass take a big fall, why?!
My Main Source, is like a game of stickball
And as you up to bat man (I play the riddler)
You try to do me for a rhyme (then I'll to Hitler)
Go out like you'll be wishin your fuckin ass
stayed home and (Yahtzee!)
Or watchin Days sweatin (Poxie)
with Ralphie and Cunningham, Joni and (Chachi)
Wu, Me gettin wreck so I'm through
Like a ten and a foot, gettin in a seven (shoe)
(Now picture THAT a Minolta)
Have your ass some Night Fever shit like John Travolta
I come strong I make knowledge born, I the script
and on from P.M. (past the fucking Dawn)
the Hammer you're broke down, niggaz grab my what what
Can't understand it the panaroma
(A view of how I defeat you)
Should of stepped to fuckin kids who tried to (beat you)
I bust that ass before
(You ran to and came back but forgot the chainsaw!)
And want to a massacre
be coming with some motherfucking shit that's spectacular
Crush the who did em, well you just better
So I'm stepping to (raggedy ass jetta)
Put the pedal to the
You and your DJ your name to Ma and Pa Kettle
as I (pass the bone, your every measure)
not a Newport but it's still live with pleasure
(C'mon don't be silly, just a bag of
Rolled up in a) Motown
(I to write all the time when I smoked
Grab the mic, then I like went for broke
With visually concepts strongest rhymes and
Lyrically speakin, three to four then choke
Some think be harmin this, claimin they be bombin this)
But they still a-nom-ynous
I pull like Jimi Hendrix
Ride more that go backs to the days of Eddie Kendricks
I the truth to the youth, I say (hey youth)
the truth, better start wearing (bullet proof)
Arm yourself with a
(Before you get trapped up) just like the Children in the