- Jeru the Damaja My Mind Spray 歌词
- Jeru the Damaja
- *Premier cuts and scratches
Jeru saying "My Mind Spray" for four bars*
I annihilate, as
I articulate
Words of power, your ryhmes are unconfounding so death's your fate
Ostentatious genius, of rappin
Is mentally clappin to take hip-hop back, thats what's happenin
Proficiency and ingenuity
Plus more styles, than a
Shaolin mon-es-tary
In poetry my formula's deadly
Bring your hypest man in your army another casual-ty
Slow like demise
I crept on those that slept
Droppin my ryhme science like
I'm Imhotep
Application of mind over matter
Made fools scatter, rhymes fatter, minds splatter
Your girl bend over and over and over
MC's try to touch the
Damaja but you just can't win
Excellent with the word play, you lay
Face down, when my, mind spray*
Premier does his thing again like only
Primo can*
Thunder on your
Dome with no help from
Mad MaxLyrics like hype tattooes go over the dope tracks
We booby-traps, all our inventions
We know the intentions of
MC kleptomaniacs
Rap brainiacs have cardiacs soon after the attack
When it comes to ryhmin
I slam harder than
ShaqAccomplish the bio-feedback, more complex than an almanac
Keep you up like an afrodesiac
Idealist not an opportunist
Don't molest no shorty still in all,
I'm dangerous
Mentally you can't talk to me, hear me, or see me
You're not equipped
From, street blocks to cell blocks my vo-cals rock
Do more work than a crackhead with a, toolbox
Jeru never touch-er, mic-ra-phone wrecker
If your honey's a
Queen I'll sex her
More important, the mind strikes like the nine strikesa priest by
MayYou reach for your uzay, when my mind spray*
Primo flexes that razor sharp turntable wizardry*
J-E, Rrrah-
U it's a horror to you
Lyrical kung-fu so do your kung-fu if you know kung-fu
Dirty, down low profile
Shoot up jams without the aid of lead projectiles
Style's ridiculous, techniques infamous
Take more heads than
Santa Claus at
ChristmasScience misfits, meet the rath of my wit
Immediately following, they go into a conniption fit
Reach into my bag of darkness and spark this like an arsonist
Blow up like a terrorist
I'm not a sexist dont have the power to be a racist
I'm a scientist, and an activist
Complex yeah simple like
Mixelplics
Unlike the silly devil,
I don't come with tricks/
TrixSo out there to all you
MC's return to the righteous way
Or meet death face to face when my, mind spray*
Primo wrecks it like a 12 car collision*
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