歌手:Ol' Dirty Bastard
专辑:《Return to the 36 Chambers》

作词 : GZA/Ol' Dirty Bastard/RZA
作曲 : GZA/Ol' Dirty Bastard/RZA
Intro：
Peace
The Genius
Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard
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
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
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 ***** said suntama!
He responded so fast, you made me laugh]
Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH
[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 **** 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
You try to do me for a rhyme
Go out like ****; you'll be wishin your ****in ass stayed
home and played
Or watchin Happy Days sweatin
with Ralphie and Richie Cunningham, Joni and
Wu, who? Me gettin wreck so I'm through
Like a ten and a half foot, gettin in a seven
Have your ass doin some Night Fever **** like John Travolta
I come strong I make knowledge born, I flip the script
and rock on from P.M.
Pass the Hammer you're broke down, *****z grab my what what
Can't understand it here's the panaroma
Should of stepped to those ****in kids who tried to
Yeah I bust that ass before
And want to perform a ********
Better be coming with some **********ing **** that's spectacular
Crush the person who did em, well you just better
So I'm stepping to your
Put the pedal to the metal
You and your DJ change your name to Ma and Pa Kettle
as I
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
I teach the truth to the youth, I say
Here's the truth, better start wearing
Arm yourself with a shield
just like the Children in the Cornfield