Damage

Intro: Peace [peace!] [Dirty, Ol Dirty Bastard] [The Genius! Genius] The Genius [The Genius, the Genius] Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard [GZA in brackets] I'll grab and the mic and I'll damage ya, 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 ask him Why did he attend this -- Competition to get an ass kickin so tremendous Boy you know 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 suntanama! He responded so fast, you made me laugh] Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH [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 stickball And as you step up to bat man [I play the riddler] You try to Jew 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 [Potsie] 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, English grammar 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 personal vendetta, well you just better Start 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 sensamilli 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 a 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