Say, "Peace"

Peace

Dirty, Ol' Dirty Bastard

Say it, say it again

The Genius

Genius

The Genius

The Genius

The Genius

I'll grab the mic and I'll damage you

Crush 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

'Cause I got the Asiatic flow mixed with disco

Roll up on the scene like the count of Monte Cristo

And MCs start to vanish

I stepped up to a jet-black kid, started speakin' Spanish

Yo, he wasn't from Panama

Asked him how he get so dark, the **** said "Sun-tanama"

He responded so fast, he made me laugh

Ha-ha-ha, then I scared his ass

Kicked 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 brang

And 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

Try to Jew me for a rhyme and I change to Hitler

Go out like a 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? 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 fuckin' dawn

Pass the hammer, you're broke down

English grammar, what? What? Can't understand it? Here's the panorama

A complete view of how I defeat you

Should've 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 when I perform a massacre

Better be comin' with some motherfuckin' shit that's spectacular

Crush the personal vendetta

Well, you just better start steppin' 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

Come on, 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

Grabbed the mic, then I like, kinda went for broke

With visually concepts, strongest rhymes or biceps

Lyrically speakin', three to four rhymes a choke

Uh, some think they be harmin' this, claimin' they be bombin' this

But they still remains anonymous

I pull strings like Jimi Hendrix

Rhyme on 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 wearin' bulletproof"

Arm yourself with a shield

'Fore you get trapped up just like the children in the cornfield