Damage - 2020 Remaster

Peace (Peace!)
 (Dirty, Ol' Dirty Bastard)
 (The Genius! Genius)
 The Genius (The Genius, The Genius)
 I'll grab the mic and I'll damage ya, 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 ask him
 "Why did he intend 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!
 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, he made me laugh
 Ha-ha-ha-ha, 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 Batman, I play the Riddler
 You try to do me for a rhyme, then I'll 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' 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 fuckin' Dawn
 Pass the Hammer you're broke down, niggas grab my what-what
 Can't understand it, here's the panaroma
 A complete view of how I defeat you
 Should have 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 want to perform a massacre
 Better be coming with some motherfuckin' shit that's spectacular
 Crush the person who did 'em, well you just better
 So I'm stepping 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
 Grab the mic, then I like kinda 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, "Hey youth
 Here's the truth, better start wearing bulletproof
 Arm yourself with a shield
 Before you get trapped up just like the Children in the Cornfield"