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[Ol Bastard]
I'll grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut whole stamina
Here comes the examiner
One verse then out for the count
(Bring the ammonia) make he sniffs the right amount
Wake him up and I ask him
Why did he this --
to get an ass kickin so tremendous
Boy you shouldn't this
Leave me alone like the (son said G or be fatherless!)
I got the asiatic flow with disco
Roll up on the like the Count of Monte Crisco
and MC's start to
(I stepped up to a jet kid, started speakin 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, HARARRRH (then I ass!)
(Kick the strongest rhymes
I brought out the in him
Caught him with a strong five venom
Told him the Wu-Tang
the Shaolin slang, that'll crush the shit you bring)
I watch your ass a big fall, why?!
My Main Source, is like a friendly game of
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 wishin your ass
stayed and played (Yahtzee!)
Or Happy Days sweatin (Poxie)
with Ralphie and Richie Cunningham, and (Chachi)
Wu, who? Me gettin wreck so I'm
a ten and a half foot, gettin in a seven (shoe)
(Now picture with a Minolta)
Have your ass some Night Fever shit like John Travolta
I come strong I make knowledge born, I flip the
and rock on P.M. (past the fucking Dawn)
Pass the Hammer broke down, niggaz grab my what what
understand it here's the panaroma
(A complete view of how I you)
of stepped to those fuckin kids who tried to (beat you)
Yeah I bust that ass
(You ran to and came back but forgot the chainsaw!)
And to perform a massacre
Better be coming with some motherfucking shit spectacular
the person who did em, well you just better
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, your every measure)
not a Newport but it's still live with pleasure
(C'mon be silly, just a bag of sensimilli
Rolled up in a) Motown
(I used to write all the when I smoked
Grab the mic, then I kinda like for broke
visually concepts strongest rhymes and biceps
Lyrically speakin, three to four rhymes choke
Some think be harmin this, claimin they be bombin this)
But they still a-nom-ynous
I pull strings like Jimi
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 the Children in the Cornfield