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[Ol Bastard]
I'll grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut whole stamina
Here the medical examiner
One verse then you're out for the
(Bring the ammonia) make sure he sniffs the amount
him up and then I ask him
Why did he intend --
competition to get an ass kickin so
Boy you shouldn't this
Leave me like the (son said G or he'll be fatherless!)
I got the flow mixed with disco
Roll up on the scene like the Count of Crisco
and MC's to vanish
(I stepped up to a jet black kid, started spanish!
Yo he from Panama
I asked him how he get so dark, the said 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 with a five deadly venom
Told him enter the
Witness the Shaolin slang, crush the shit you bring)
I watch ass take a big fall, why?!
My Source, is like 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 like Nazi; you'll be wishin your 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 your ass doin some Fever shit like John Travolta
I come strong I make knowledge born, I the script
and rock on from P.M. (past the Dawn)
Pass the Hammer you're broke down, niggaz my what what
Can't understand it here's the
(A complete view of how I you)
Should of stepped to those fuckin who tried to (beat you)
Yeah I bust that ass
(You ran to Texas and back but forgot the chainsaw!)
And to perform a massacre
be coming with some motherfucking shit that's spectacular
Crush the person who did em, well you just
So I'm to your (raggedy ass jetta)
Put the pedal to the
You and DJ change your name to Ma and Pa Kettle
as I (pass the bone, kicks every measure)
It's not a Newport but it's still live with
(C'mon be silly, just a bag of sensimilli
Rolled up in a) Philly
(I to write all the time when I smoked
Grab the mic, then I like went for broke
With visually concepts rhymes and biceps
Lyrically speakin, three to four then choke
think they be harmin this, claimin they be bombin this)
But still remains a-nom-ynous
I pull like Jimi Hendrix
Ride more beats that go backs to the days of Kendricks
I teach the to the youth, I say (hey youth)
Here's the truth, start wearing (bullet proof)
Arm with a shield
(Before you get trapped up) just like the in the Cornfield