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[Ol Bastard]
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 sure he sniffs the right
Wake him up and I ask him
Why did he this --
competition to get an ass kickin so
Boy you shouldn't this
me alone like the (son said G or he'll be fatherless!)
I got the asiatic flow mixed disco
up on the scene like the Count of Monte Crisco
and start 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 nigga suntama!
He so fast, you made me laugh)
Ha-ha-ha, (then I scared-his ass!)
(Kick the strongest rhymes
I out the punk in him
Caught him with a strong five venom
him enter the Wu-Tang
Witness the Shaolin slang, that'll crush the you bring)
I your ass take a big fall, why?!
My Main Source, is like a friendly of stickball
And as you up to bat man (I play the riddler)
You try to do me for a rhyme (then I'll to Hitler)
Go out like Nazi; you'll be your fuckin ass
home and played (Yahtzee!)
Or watchin Happy sweatin (Poxie)
with and Richie Cunningham, Joni and (Chachi)
Wu, Me gettin wreck so I'm through
Like a ten and a half foot, in a seven (shoe)
(Now picture with a Minolta)
Have your ass doin some Night 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, grab my what what
Can't understand it here's the
(A complete view of how I you)
Should of stepped to fuckin kids who tried to (beat you)
Yeah I bust ass before
(You ran to Texas and back but forgot the chainsaw!)
And want to perform a
Better be coming some motherfucking shit that's spectacular
Crush the person who did em, you just better
So I'm to your (raggedy ass jetta)
Put the pedal to the
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 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 when I smoked
Grab the mic, then I kinda like for broke
With visually strongest rhymes and biceps
Lyrically speakin, three to four rhymes choke
Some they be harmin this, claimin they be bombin this)
But they still a-nom-ynous
I strings like Jimi Hendrix
Ride beats that go backs to the days of Eddie Kendricks
I teach the to the youth, I say (hey youth)
Here's the truth, better start (bullet proof)
Arm yourself a shield
(Before you get trapped up) just the Children in the Cornfield