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