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[Ol Dirty
I'll grab and the mic and now I you, cut your whole stamina
comes the medical examiner
One then you're out for the count
(Bring the ammonia) sure he sniffs the right amount
him up and then I ask him
Why did he this --
to get an ass kickin so tremendous
Boy you bother this
Leave me alone like the (son G or he'll be fatherless!)
I got the asiatic mixed with disco
Roll up on the scene like the Count of Monte
and MC's start to
(I up to a jet black kid, started speakin spanish!
Yo he wasn't from
I him how he get so dark, the nigga said suntama!
He responded so fast, you me laugh)
Ha-ha-ha, (then I scared-his ass!)
(Kick the hundred strongest
I out the punk in him
him with a strong five deadly venom
Told him the Wu-Tang
Witness the Shaolin slang, that'll 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 I'll to Hitler)
Go out like you'll be wishin your fuckin ass
stayed home and (Yahtzee!)
Or watchin Days sweatin (Poxie)
with Ralphie and Cunningham, Joni and (Chachi)
Wu, who? Me wreck so I'm through
Like a ten and a half foot, gettin in a (shoe)
(Now THAT with a Minolta)
Have your ass doin some Night shit like John Travolta
I strong 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
understand it here's the panaroma
(A complete view of how I you)
Should of stepped to those fuckin who tried to (beat you)
Yeah I bust that ass
(You ran to Texas and came but forgot the chainsaw!)
And want to perform a
Better be coming with some motherfucking shit that's
the person who did em, well you just better
So I'm to your (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 your measure)
It's not a Newport but it's still live with
(C'mon be silly, just a bag of sensimilli
up in a) Motown Philly
(I to write all the time when I smoked
Grab the mic, then I kinda like for broke
With visually concepts strongest and biceps
speakin, three to four rhymes then choke
Some think be harmin this, claimin they be bombin this)
But still remains a-nom-ynous
I pull strings like Jimi
more beats that go backs to the days of Eddie Kendricks
I the truth to the youth, I say (hey youth)
Here's the truth, better wearing (bullet proof)
Arm yourself a shield
(Before you get trapped up) just like the in the Cornfield