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"your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru {*repeat

rock]
I can your sex appeal, ready for the sweet sperm'n
Bank accounts all full, love be earnin
Ben franklins determine, if you get higher learnin
The million man march, starrin mark (it can happen)
Lyrical don is the for the rappin
spliff aromas cause many fetal comas
No blood donors, I credit who drink sodas
in the pens lie the ruffneck soldiers, what happened?
Niggaz must napped!
What happened to all of malcolm x shit before he got trapped?
Before he got capped? when I capped,
When put his name on all those cute little spike lee hats
And then say "black is back"
For when, niggaz now only about the rent
And how to pay rent, and how they squad spend
Black powder landcruise or range rove'
Why you runnin for when you nigga who drove
Your
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->
The mind!
"your nine spray, my spray" -> jeru
My mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->
The mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->

Yes,
From the inner sanctum, that my medulla
You can praise buddha, or you can don shula
You can a, religious title, or go praise gold idols
No sloth, just go read bible
I'll the hate that made the, hate kids fight
Whether you're muslim, christian, or
We monitor, who really hannukah
The power that I am will make you blow yarmulke
To all ya, don't let me up, to call ya
My flatbush dushies, or the kids down in
While we're up here to wiggle to "boombastic"
You get, hemmed up and cut down in +park
You're crazed, from beer juice
Acute become, obtuse
Four kids, was the first rock group - not!
rousing, in with the chime
Laced with the fat rhyme tunneled my mind
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->
The mind!
"your spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->
The mind!
"your spray, my mind spray" -> jeru

Ha ha
Now from the minds of minolta, from the poster
From the average jack wack crackheads oprah
As with safe sex with rubbers, as rappers turnin mothers
As for tupac's on the covers, as for million brothers
In ninety-six, while we pinpoint the "crooklyn" joint
Three kings of the break of dawn vocal pawns
The of the bedouins, or is it the thespians
For the past three years, I've been more than lesbians
Lyricists, get fists, twists, become tears
gold records, but with no, publishing shares
When I bellow, over a hardcore track a cello
Lyrical structure, basting from a fellow,
nucks can't knuckle, billboard chart bullets be chuckle
A&r stars bouregoises, but subtle
Why is it the can't behave with the slave chime
Or is it over the of weak minds?
The
"your nine spray, my spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
My mind!!
"your nine spray, my spray" -> jeru
The mind!
My mind!!
The mind..
My mind!!! ha ha! ahhh, ahhh! ahhhhh!