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"your spray, my mind spray" -> jeru {*repeat 3x*}

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

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

Ha ha
Now the minds of minolta, from the nickel-plate poster
From the average jack wack crackheads oprah
As with sex with rubbers, as with rappers turnin mothers
As for tupac's on the covers, as for million brothers
In ninety-six, while we the "crooklyn" spike joint
Three kings of the break of dawn become 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, become tears
Easy records, but with no, publishing shares
When I bellow, over a hardcore with a cello
Lyrical structure, basting from a fellow,
nucks can't knuckle, billboard chart bullets be chuckle
A&r stars become bouregoises, but
Why is it the master behave with the slave chime
Or is it over the domes of minds?
The
"your spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your nine spray, my spray" -> jeru
My mind!!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->
The mind!
My mind!!
The mind..
My mind!!! ha ha! ahhh, ahhh! ahhhhh!