(Jeru the Damaja...)
(...and it goes like this)
For all you new jacks that never heard me spit,
Bring beats, rhymes, and freaks and watch me split,
Bang like Bloods and Crips
Too legitimate to quit.
MC's talk big but sonic waves crack yer helmet.
Before long, the chicken heads crush they pelvic,
bones, I blow up spot-slam microphones,
Thinkin' 'bout pacing dog, adjust yo' tone,
Fuck rhymin, I leave your eyes shinin' like chrome,
Rims, Main course , knuckle sandwich and tens.
Try and wet me, I multiply like gremilns,
I'm a vet in the game, I know the outs and ins,
Still, I'm constantly beefin' like cowboys and Indians,
Outlaw star, like G Star when kickin' that crazy shit like a soccer hooligan,
So money break yourself, you know what's good for your health,
Call me Ninja knocker cuz I move in stealth
More, after this joint your headphones explode,
I rhyme in beeps and blips so I can rhyme in morse code,
Flow like ocean, salt water erode,
When the mic is in my grip it is sure to corrode, and
I glide across the beat like Jordan,
Leave competition holy like a Morman,
Potent as dust, I have you all stumblin',
Smoke too much, you space the fuck out like Flash Gordon,
Rock this shit, from mornin' to mornin',
It's so hot it has rappers wanna stop recordin,
So I'm not Superman, so Lois Lane reportin'
Swing like Spidey, so chumps hate me like Jay Jonah Jameson,
If I miss I take aim again,
Throwin' fire like the Human Torch and leavin all you fuckers flamin',
Play it off yourself if you think I'm gamin,
Create Earthquakes that have your core tremblin,
Be number 9 like the love potion,
Can't clock my moves cuz I move in slow motion
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Verses of doom, from Jeru the Damaja...
Verses of doom, from Jeru the Damaja... (and it goes like this)
Verses of doom, from Jeru the Damaja...
Verses of doom, from Jeru the Damaja...
