Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Great Solar Stance, artist - Jeru The Damaja. Date of issue: 08.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Great Solar Stance |
| What niggas do in they last 24, I did in the first |
| Before the doctor cleaned off the afterbirth |
| I kicked a verse, smoked a blunt, shooked the Earth |
| Smacked the physician, and fucked the nurse |
| The truth hurts, like a sword in the hand of this expert |
| Cuttin through your soul, like your best friend did your dirt |
| Mental like physical blows destroy ego’s |
| Your style is Babylonian, like dicks in assholes |
| The drama unfolds, don’t mean nothing up my nose |
| I can’t stand snow, it only blows like nitro |
| Blistering, my flows I’m splittin, so I hope you listening |
| Super shoutout to all my niggas in prison |
| Shout to the pyramids, the cypher and scription |
| Science fact not fiction, I cut with precision |
| Speak multiplication, subration, addition |
| Division, Great Solar Stance burns compition |
| «This-this-this-this is the Showdown» |
| I put you in the chicken wing like Bob Backlund |
| Jack ya team captain |
| Bring drama like summer night, ghetto action |
| Some honies got it twisted, fat asses I mash 'em |
| Cops like jewels, back in the days I snatch 'em |
| You catch a tantrum, date how the raws rockin' the drum |
| Float like the white lotus, kill like Whitey in Vietnam |
| You should peel arm, gorilla tactics like Viacom |
| Set shit on fire like a bong, up in smoke like Cheech & Chong |
| True blacks too strong can’t let nothin stand in my way |
| Shit will get thick like Juice 60 in Friday |
| In Brooklyn, kill MC’s like Captain Hook your children |
| To rappers I’m a villain, fill esteem wan’t my secret like Samson |
| Picture so hard, I stunt your grandson son |
| Teleport from Coast To Coast like Spaceghost |
| Like soy butter on my breakfast toast |
| And when It comes to makin it nasty, I flips it the most |
| «This-this-this-this-this is the Showdown» |
| «This-this-this-this-this is the Showdown» |
| Setting it off like pistols in the projects |
| The climax hold ya six like nasty hot wet sex |
| But string tech I catch wreck, ejucalate when I inject |
| Not a player hatter, regulator, trick niggas get checked |
| When I resurrect hip hop, you know the bullshit stop |
| Like you got the oo-wop, the pops and what nots |
| Fruity like Ed Koch, ya straight boo-tops, I’m top notch |
| Super funky like a derelict prostitute prop |
| Ya hear gun shots, the coroner shows up to take flicks |
| Shit is feet, but no feet shit like chicks with dicks |
| Ya throat flip too quick, to blaze magnetic |
| Paramedics roll up on the scene |
| It’s tragic, don’t deal with Magic |
| Johnson, renegade like Charles Bronson |
| Packing a force like 18 Bronzemen |
| Grand larson, excelent marksmen arson |
| Fire, water, earth, metal, wind |