8.Damage
Intro：
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
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
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]
[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
Go out like Nazi; you'll be wishin your fuckin ass stayed
Wu, who？ Me gettin wreck so I'm through
Have your ass doin some Night Fever shit like John Travolta
I come strong I make knowledge born, I flip the script
Pass the Hammer you're broke down, niggaz grab my what what
Can't understand it here's the panaroma
Yeah I bust that ass before
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
Put the pedal to the metal
You and your DJ change your name to Ma and Pa Kettle
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 a-nom-ynous
I pull strings like Jimi Hendrix
Ride more beats that go backs to the days of Eddie Kendricks
Arm yourself with a shield
Cornfield
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