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