Lyrics True Skillz - Jeru The Damaja

True Skillz

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Got Jeru the Damaja in the house
Got my man Sabor on the beat we’re about to represent for the underground
Letting you know how we mass murder mic some bash up boats
About put it down with True Skillz
Letting y’all clowns what time it is and it goes like this
Into the original, ex-criminal
I used to flippin' analog but now I’m strictly digital
2003 movements are pivotal
Split backs like atoms apply pressure till mass is critcal
Cast talkin' smacked I chopped him in two
Get it, got it, spit it, hot shitted, forget about it
Don’t BOLOs, at amateurs and pros, pass time, converting holes
Put 'em in seizing chokeholds before it
Slipped my mind shout out to all my bros
You can encount them I tie-rip
Don’t know your fingers and toes, MAD!
Flow it shows like swiftness in combos
Murder MCs by the rules and props we got those, so
Days that are we got robbed no through ocho
I was at the day that I fuck shit up then they sink oh!
And the things changed but the weather you can ask arrow
'queur don’t vent lightnings pulse him and her, you know my M. O
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If I was cold hearted I’d have bitches on a strip
Even though I’m not pimpin' I shoot my game like a pimp
I go to war like Scarface I get around like 2 Pac
Real gangstas don’t talk about Glocks, they bust shots
I got two things for these reeks that’s a truth and a long cock
I’m the only rapper that you ever see in your block, I’m god
Like old Cyrus, the touch of King Midas
If I beat shawty I’m beggin' just in case she got the variables
Coz you can’t trust a big-butt and a grin
Think you mackin' but if you spent dawg that’s trickin'
I never lick it even if it’s finger lickin'
I’ve got more sold than color green so pokin' grease, fried chicken
You know it’s stereo pawn representin' Brooklyn so dope wifey had to throw me in
We have like Samuel Jackson on the realer realer I’m just kiddin'
But when it’s come to doin' my thing you know how I’m livin'
Everybody wanna rock the mic but if you really wanna be a MC show your True
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Hypnotic the Hip-Hop narcotic I keep it organic other MCs’re robotic
Fouls that add pauses display lack of logic
Nutritions flows get life to the mic like amniotic
Water cook shit up like a short-order, origami chef
I touched the mic and choke it to death
Launching everyday it’ll weak like Hugh Hef, ner
Black super hero like the black panther
Keep my rhymes shunt like states when I chase vampire
Flip you through till' you blue in the face like big fat liar
Years from now I just be getting higher
If you put it on your blast ain’t no gas I set that ass on fire
From Brooklyn to East New York the rocket shows
There is something that I think you should know