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