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[Ol Dirty
I'll grab and the mic and now I you, cut your whole stamina
Here comes the examiner
One then you're out for the count
(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 kickin so
Boy you shouldn't bother
Leave me like the (son said G or he'll be fatherless!)
I got the asiatic flow mixed disco
Roll up on the like the Count of Monte Crisco
and MC's 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 responded so fast, you me laugh)
Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH (then I ass!)
(Kick the strongest rhymes
I out the punk in him
Caught him with a strong five deadly
Told him the Wu-Tang
Witness the Shaolin slang, 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 step up to bat man (I the riddler)
You try to do me for a rhyme (then I'll to Hitler)
Go out Nazi; you'll be wishin your fuckin ass
stayed home and (Yahtzee!)
Or watchin Happy Days (Poxie)
with Ralphie and Richie Cunningham, and (Chachi)
Wu, Me gettin wreck so I'm through
Like a ten and a foot, gettin in a seven (shoe)
(Now THAT with a Minolta)
Have your ass doin Night Fever shit like John Travolta
I come strong I make knowledge born, I the script
and on from P.M. (past the fucking Dawn)
Pass the Hammer you're broke down, niggaz grab my what
Can't understand it here's the
(A view of how I defeat you)
Should of to those fuckin kids who tried to (beat you)
I bust that ass before
(You ran to and came back but forgot the chainsaw!)
And want to a massacre
Better be coming with motherfucking shit that's spectacular
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 your name to Ma and Pa Kettle
as I (pass the bone, kicks your measure)
It's not a Newport but it's live with 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
Grab the mic, then I kinda like for broke
With visually concepts strongest rhymes and
Lyrically speakin, three to four rhymes choke
Some they be harmin this, claimin they be bombin this)
But still remains a-nom-ynous
I pull strings Jimi Hendrix
Ride more beats go backs to the days of Eddie Kendricks
I the truth to the youth, I say (hey youth)
the truth, better start wearing (bullet proof)
Arm with a shield
(Before you get up) just like the Children in the Cornfield