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 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, 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 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 t
