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[Ol Dirty
I'll grab and the mic and now I you, cut your whole stamina
Here the medical examiner
One verse then you're out for the
(Bring the ammonia) make sure he sniffs the amount
him up and then I ask him
Why did he intend --
competition to get an ass so tremendous
Boy you shouldn't this
Leave me alone the (son said G or he'll be fatherless!)
I got the asiatic mixed with disco
Roll up on the scene like the 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 responded so fast, you 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 slang, that'll crush the shit you bring)
I your ass take a big fall, why?!
My Main Source, is 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 change to Hitler)
Go out like Nazi; you'll be wishin your ass
stayed and played (Yahtzee!)
Or watchin Happy Days (Poxie)
with Ralphie and Richie Cunningham, and (Chachi)
Wu, Me gettin wreck so I'm through
a ten and a half foot, gettin in a seven (shoe)
(Now THAT with a Minolta)
Have your ass some Night Fever shit like John Travolta
I come I make knowledge born, I flip the script
and on from P.M. (past the fucking Dawn)
Pass the Hammer you're broke down, niggaz grab my what
Can't it here's the panaroma
(A view of how I defeat you)
Should of stepped to fuckin kids who tried to (beat you)
I bust that ass before
(You ran to and came back but forgot the chainsaw!)
And to perform a massacre
be coming with some motherfucking shit that's spectacular
Crush the who did em, well you just better
So I'm to your (raggedy ass jetta)
Put the pedal to the
You and your DJ your name to Ma and Pa Kettle
as I (pass the bone, kicks your measure)
It's not a Newport but it's still live pleasure
(C'mon don't be silly, just a bag of
up in a) Motown Philly
(I used to write all the time I smoked
the mic, then I kinda like went for broke
With visually strongest rhymes and biceps
Lyrically speakin, three to rhymes then choke
Some think be harmin this, claimin they be bombin this)
But they still remains
I pull strings like Hendrix
Ride more beats that go backs to the of Eddie Kendricks
I teach the to the youth, I say (hey youth)
Here's the truth, start wearing (bullet proof)
Arm yourself with a
(Before you get trapped up) like the Children in the Cornfield