Peace peace

Dirty ol dirty b*****d

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 n***a 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 f**kin 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 pm past the f**king 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 f**kin 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 motherf**king 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

Damage - Old Dirty b*****d