Damage

Peace, peace! Dirty, ol dirty bastard The Genius! The Genius I'll grab the mic and now I damage you Cut your whole stamina, here comes the medical examiner One verse then you're out for the count Bring the ammonia make sure he sniffs the right amount Wake him up and then I ask him, "Why did he intend this?" Competition to get an a*s kickin' so tremendous Boy you shouldn't bother this Leave me alone like the son said, G or he'll be fatherless! I got the asiatic flow mixed with disco Roll up on the scene like the count of Monte Crisco And MC's start to vanish I stepped up to a jet black kid, started speakin' Spanish Yo he wasn't from Panama I asked him how he get so dark, the nigga said, "Suntama" He responded so fast, you made me laugh Ha ha ha haa, then I scared his a*s Kick the hundred strongest rhymes, I brought out the punk in him Caught him with a strong five deadly venom Told him enter the Wu-Tang Witness the Shaolin slang, that'll crush the shit you bring I watch your a*s take a big fall, why? My main source is like a friendly game of stick ball And as you step up to bat mana dn I play the riddler You try to do me for a rhyme then I'll change to Hitler Go out like Nazi, you'll be wishin your f**kin' a*s stayed Home and played yahtzee! Or watchin' 'Happy Days' sweatin' Poxie With Ralphie and Richie Cunningham, Joni and Chachi Wu, who? Me gettin wreck so I'm through Like a ten and a half foot, gettin' in a seven shoe Now picture that with a Minolta Have your a*s doin' some 'Night Fever' shit like John Travolta I come strong I make knowledge born, I flip the script And rock on from p.m. past the f**king dawn Pa*s the hammer you're broke down, niggaz grab my what, what Can't understand it, here's the panaroma A complete view of how I defeat you Should of stepped to those f**kin' kids who tried to beat you Yeah I bust that a*s before You ran to Texas and came back but forgot the chainsaw! And want to perform a ma*sacre Better be coming with some motherf**king shit that's spectacular Crush the person who did 'em, well you just better So I'm stepping to your raggedy a*s jetta Put the pedal to the metal You and your DJ change your name to Ma and Pa Kettle As I pa*s the bone, kicks your every measure It's not a Newport but it's still live with pleasure C'mon don't be silly, just a bag of sensimilli Rolled up in a Motown Philly I used to write all the time when I smoked Grab the mic, then I kinda like went for broke With visually concepts strongest rhymes and biceps Lyrically speakin', three to four rhymes then choke Some think they be harmin' this, claimin' they be bombin' this But they still remains anonymous I pull strings like Jimi Hendrix Ride more beats that go backs to the days of Eddie Kendricks I teach the truth to the youth, I say, "Hey youth Here's the truth, better start wearing bullet proof" Arm yourself with a shield Before you get trapped up just like the children in the cornfield