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