Crud that comes out of your system
Homicide central, East New York
According to your books you said I would be damned like Ham
And most niggaz dedicate their life to crime
Challenge the Damaja, and you'll be history
Don't need tokes to make you jump like Bungee
Dirt up, in your grill, so what ya gonna do
And there's more hard times, than on good times
Gland, as I expand, you know who I am
Dirty rotten since the days of the deuce
Before trains were Graffiti proof I used to get loose
The fact I have melanin automatically makes me a felon
Take you to the East and back again money
Tracks real muddy, like Brooklyn's real grungy
Filthy purified trick, step past your sister
Here talk is cheap, you're outlined in chalk
Nasty MC deity
So bring Mr. Clean, Drano, and Roto Rooter
Dirty, because of the skin I'm in
So I'm steady schemin', won't work for a dime
Chop off domes with the poems that come out of my pin-eal
Scoundrel opposite of the king that I am
Where the manic, depressive psycho murderers stalk
No matter what you do, you can't get through the
Type slick can't fess on 'Ru, because
Mortal Kombat fatality, the original don't sing no R and B
Father of all stylin', I be whylin' on wax
When I come through I clog up your sewer
But I'm not chain-snatchin', or drug-sellin'
Live in the land of crooks yes Brooklyn's the borough
Walk, like a ninja, on the asphalt
Ya see I'm streetwise, a con-game pro
Used to get, tax free loot, all the time
Even though I'm righteous, rotten's what you're yellin'
We hack shit up like big ax and little ax
You're another victim, of dirty rotten
Peep the maneuver, drop the ill manure
But wanna get funny, we can get bummy
Kickin' the Bobby bullshit, too smart for Willie Bobo
Not stressin' five-o, hot hand in celo
