Ol' Dirty Bastard — Damage

[Intro] (Say peace) Peace! Dirty, Ol' Dirty Bastard (Say it, say it again) The Genius! Genius (The Genius) The Genius, the Genius [Verse: Ol Dirty Bastard & GZA] I'll grab the mic and I'll damage ya 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 a asssss 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 MC's 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 nigga said "Sun-tanama!" He responded so fast, he made me laugh Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH! 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 bring 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' wrecked, 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 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 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 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 Uhh, 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