Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Crack, artist - Jeru The Damaja. Album song Still Rising, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.10.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Crack |
Yeah, Jeru the Damaja |
The master of microphone mayhem |
Representing that real hip-hop |
You know, I don’t know what the fuck ya’ll motherfuckers is doing |
But I’ll be spitting that dope |
Know what I mean? |
I put it down like this: |
I always get respect, I’m high-tech like computer love |
Niggas don’t approach me talk tough but mostly |
And even though you holler I don’t think that you’re rough enough |
Fuck it money knuckle up and get your shit bust |
I’m so funky even rock-n-roll heads want me |
Come off the wall get cracked the fuck up like humptey, dumptey |
I’m busting shots like I’m still on the block |
Real G’s hold their own, fake thugs call the cops |
Dont need guns, just the warriors drums |
Of course, the force, rip off your mog like dum-dums |
So go ahead and act dumb |
I use my mike like a magnum |
And send you back where you came from |
Wild on the track, run first shut the spot down |
Cats is getting hurt, like convicts on lockdown |
On the real, I’m that negro pound for pound |
Leave your click wet like water, break your mp3 recorder |
Play lowkey, but never sneak like a ninja |
So much the Man, crackers in the clan wanna be a nigga |
Go figure, now i your honey figure, Moe |
Pop your luck in the hood then Moe liquor |
Get them tipsy, like Heineken mixed with 'Henney |
Burn MC’s worse than Kenwill Mars burn penny |
On good times, I’m the for rocking minds |
My pops the root on the block, with the fat dimes |
True climbs and confessions, jam sessions, heads bop, chickens' heads quap, |
they said they prese 'cause like blessin' |
The Lord never stressin', fuck you perception, I’m the motherfucker on the mike; |
no question |
From state to state, I’m holding mad weight |
But not drugs, the bulletproof munk deflects slugs of hate |
Where’s my hat, I’m 'bout to dig out your date |
I guess you’s a lame, she says she like the way I love me |
All hail the king when I swing like kong |
Stay cool and calm, blow like an atom bomb |
Blow shit up |
Like Zorro, you can call me the Don Diego |
Fuck a hook I got 'em hooked like yayo |
Brooklyn cats just don’t know how to act |
Fuck what you thought was dope, this shit is the crack |
The Crack |