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[Ol Dirty
I'll 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 he sniffs the right 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 like the (son said G or he'll be fatherless!)
I got the asiatic flow mixed with
Roll up on the scene like the of Monte Crisco
and MC's start to
(I stepped up to a jet kid, started speakin spanish!
Yo he wasn't from
I asked him how he get so dark, the nigga suntama!
He responded so fast, you me laugh)
Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH (then I ass!)
(Kick the strongest rhymes
I out the punk in him
Caught him with a five deadly venom
him enter the Wu-Tang
Witness the Shaolin slang, crush the shit you bring)
I watch your ass 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 like you'll be wishin your fuckin ass
home and played (Yahtzee!)
Or watchin Happy Days (Poxie)
with and Richie Cunningham, Joni and (Chachi)
Wu, who? Me gettin so I'm through
Like a ten and a foot, gettin in a seven (shoe)
(Now picture THAT a Minolta)
Have your ass doin some Night Fever like John Travolta
I come strong I make knowledge born, I flip the
and rock on P.M. (past the fucking Dawn)
the Hammer you're broke down, niggaz grab my what what
Can't it here's the panaroma
(A view of how I defeat you)
Should of stepped to those fuckin kids who to (beat you)
I bust that ass before
(You ran to Texas and back but forgot the chainsaw!)
And want to perform a
Better be coming with some motherfucking shit that's
Crush the person who did em, well you better
So I'm to your (raggedy ass jetta)
Put the to the metal
You and your DJ change name to Ma and Pa Kettle
as I (pass the bone, your every measure)
It's not a Newport but still live with pleasure
(C'mon don't be silly, a bag of sensimilli
up in a) Motown Philly
(I used to write all the time when I
Grab the mic, then I like went for broke
visually concepts strongest rhymes and biceps
Lyrically speakin, three to four rhymes choke
Some think they be harmin this, claimin be bombin this)
But they still remains
I strings like Jimi Hendrix
Ride more beats that go backs to the days of Kendricks
I the truth to the youth, I say (hey youth)
the truth, better start wearing (bullet proof)
Arm yourself a shield
(Before you get trapped up) just like the Children in the