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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 ass 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 ass

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 ass 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 fuckin' ass 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 ass 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 fucking dawn

Pass 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 fuckin' kids who tried to beat you

Yeah I bust that ass before

You ran to Texas and came back but forgot the chainsaw!

And want to perform a massacre

Better be coming with some motherfucking shit that's spectacular

Crush the person who did 'em, well you just better

So I'm stepping to your raggedy ass jetta

Put the pedal to the metal

You and your DJ change your name to Ma and Pa Kettle

As I pass 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

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