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[Ol Dirty
I'll grab and the mic and now I you, cut your whole stamina
Here comes the medical
One verse then out for the count
(Bring the ammonia) make sure he sniffs the amount
him up and then I ask him
Why did he this --
competition to get an ass so tremendous
Boy you shouldn't bother
Leave me like the (son said G or he'll be fatherless!)
I got the asiatic mixed with disco
Roll up on the scene the Count of Monte Crisco
and start to vanish
(I up to a jet black kid, started speakin spanish!
Yo he from Panama
I asked him how he get so dark, the said suntama!
He so fast, you made me laugh)
Ha-ha-ha, (then I scared-his ass!)
(Kick the strongest rhymes
I brought out the in him
Caught him with a strong deadly venom
Told him the Wu-Tang
Witness the Shaolin slang, crush the shit you bring)
I watch your ass a big fall, why?!
My Source, is like a friendly game of stickball
And as you step up to bat man (I the riddler)
You try to do me for a rhyme (then I'll to Hitler)
Go out like Nazi; you'll be wishin fuckin ass
stayed and played (Yahtzee!)
Or watchin Happy Days (Poxie)
with and Richie Cunningham, Joni and (Chachi)
Wu, who? Me gettin so I'm through
a ten and a half foot, gettin in a seven (shoe)
(Now THAT with 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 from P.M. (past the Dawn)
the Hammer you're broke down, niggaz grab my what what
Can't understand it the panaroma
(A complete 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 came back but the chainsaw!)
And to perform a massacre
Better be coming with motherfucking shit that's spectacular
Crush the person who did em, you just better
So I'm to your (raggedy ass jetta)
Put the to the metal
You and your DJ your name to Ma and Pa Kettle
as I (pass the bone, your every measure)
It's not a Newport but it's still live with
(C'mon don't be silly, a bag of sensimilli
Rolled up in a) Philly
(I used to write all the time when I
Grab the mic, then I kinda went for broke
visually concepts strongest rhymes and biceps
Lyrically speakin, three to four rhymes choke
Some think they be harmin this, claimin they be this)
But still remains a-nom-ynous
I pull strings like Hendrix
Ride more beats that go to the days of Eddie Kendricks
I teach the to the youth, I say (hey youth)
Here's the truth, start wearing (bullet proof)
Arm yourself a shield
(Before you get trapped up) just like the Children in the