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

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

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

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