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[Ol Dirty
grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamina
Here comes the examiner
One then you're out for the count
(Bring the ammonia) sure 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 with disco
Roll up on the scene like the of Monte Crisco
and MC's to vanish
(I stepped up to a jet kid, started speakin spanish!
Yo he from Panama
I him how he get so dark, the nigga said suntama!
He so fast, you made me laugh)
Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH (then I ass!)
(Kick the hundred strongest
I out the punk in him
Caught him with a five deadly venom
Told him the Wu-Tang
Witness the slang, that'll 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 rhyme (then change to Hitler)
Go out like you'll be wishin your fuckin ass
stayed and played (Yahtzee!)
Or watchin Days sweatin (Poxie)
with Ralphie and Richie Cunningham, and (Chachi)
Wu, Me gettin wreck so I'm through
Like a ten and a half foot, in a seven (shoe)
(Now THAT with a Minolta)
Have your ass doin some Night Fever like John Travolta
I come I make knowledge 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 understand it the panaroma
(A complete view of how I you)
Should of stepped to those fuckin kids who to (beat you)
Yeah I that ass before
(You ran to Texas and came back but the chainsaw!)
And want to a massacre
Better be coming some motherfucking shit that's 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 every measure)
It's not a but it's still live with pleasure
(C'mon be silly, just a bag of sensimilli
Rolled up in a) Philly
(I used to write all the time when I
Grab the mic, then I like went for broke
With visually concepts strongest rhymes and
speakin, three to four rhymes then choke
Some think they be harmin this, claimin be bombin this)
But they remains a-nom-ynous
I pull strings like Hendrix
Ride more that go backs to the days of Eddie Kendricks
I teach the 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 in the Cornfield