| I annihilate, as I articulate
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| Words of power, your rhymes are unconfounding so death’s your fate
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| Ostentatious genius, of rappin
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| Is mentally clappin to take hip-hop back, thats what’s happenin
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| Proficiency and ingenuity
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| Plus more styles, than a Shaolin mon-es-tary
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| In poetry my formula’s deadly
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| Bring your hypest man in your army, another casual-ty
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| Slow like demise, I crept on those that slept
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| Droppin' my rhyme science like I’m Imhotep
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| Application of mind over matter
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| Made fools scatter, rhymes fatter, minds splatter
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| Your girl bend over and over and over
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| Emcees try to touch the Damaja but you just can’t win
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| Excellent with the word play, you lay
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| Face down, when my, mind spray
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| Thunder on your Dome with no help from Mad Max
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| Lyrics like hype tattooes go over the dope tracks
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| We booby-traps, all our inventions
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| We know the intentions of MC kleptomaniacs
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| Rap brainiacs have cardiacs, soon after the attack
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| When it comes to rhymin', I slam harder than Shaq
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| Accomplish the bio-feedback, more complex than an almanac
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| Keep you up, like an aphrodisiac
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| Idealist, not an opportunist
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| Don’t molest, no shorty still in all, I’m dangerous
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| Mentally you can’t talk to me, hear me, or see me
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| You’re not equipped
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| From, street blocks to cell blocks, my vo-cals rock
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| Do more work than a crackhead, with a toolbox
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| Jeru nerve touch-er, mic-ra-phone wrecker
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| If your honey’s a Queen, I’ll sex her
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| More important the mind strikes, like the nine strikes
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| A priest by May, you reach for your uz-ay, when my mind spray
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| J-E, Rrrah-U it’s a horror to you
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| Lyrical kung-fu so do your kung-fu if you know kung-fu
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| Dirty, down low profile
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| Shoot up jams without the aid of lead projectiles
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| Style’s ridiculous, techniques infamous
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| Take more heads than Santa Claus at Christmas
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| Science misfits, meet the wrath of my wit
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| Immediately following, they go into a conniption fit
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| Reach into my bag of darkness and spark this like an arsonist
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| Blow it up like a terrorist
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| I’m not a sexist don’t have the power to be a racist
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| I’m a scientist, and an activist
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| Complex yet simple like Mixelplix
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| Unlike the silly devil, I don’t come with tricks
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| So out there to all you MC’s return to the righteous way
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| Or meet death face to face when my, mind spray |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Mind Spray , by - Jeru The Damaja. Song from the album The Sun Rises In The East, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп