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Damage
3616
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Damage został wydany 28 marca 1995 przez Rhino/Elektra jako część albumu Return to the 36 Chambers
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Data wydania28 marca 1995
WytwórniaRhino/Elektra
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM98

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Vocals
GZA
GZA
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gary Grice
Gary Grice
Songwriter
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
Russell T. Jones
Russell T. Jones
Songwriter
Selwyn Bongard
Selwyn Bongard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Mixing Engineer
RZA
RZA
Producer
Martin Czembor
Martin Czembor
Assistant Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Buddah Monk
Buddah Monk
Mixing Engineer
Tim Latham
Tim Latham
Mixing Engineer

Tekst Utworu

[Intro]
Say, "Peace"
Peace
Dirty, Ol' Dirty Bastard
Say it, say it again
The Genius
Genius
The Genius
The Genius
The Genius
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
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
[Verse 7]
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
Written by: GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, RZA
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