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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, starrin furhman (it can happen)
Lyrical don is the for the rappin
Give spliff aromas cause many fetal
No blood donors, I credit who drink sodas
While in the pens lie the soldiers, what happened?
Niggaz have napped!
What happened to all of that malcolm x shit before he got
Before he got capped? when I capped,
When they put his on all those cute little spike lee hats
And then say "black is back"
For when, niggaz now care about the rent
And how to pay rent, and how they trife spend
Black nose landcruise or range rove'
Why you runnin for when you forerunnin who drove
mind
"your spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->
My mind!
"your spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your nine spray, my spray" -> jeru

Yes,
From the inner sanctum, embruised my medulla
You can buddha, or you can hail don shula
You can change a, title, or go praise gold idols
No sloth, just go your bible
I'll insinuate the hate that the, hate kids fight
Whether muslim, christian, or israelite
We monitor, who praise hannukah
The power that I am make you blow your 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 jurassic+
You're crazed, that beer juice
Acute angles become,
Four white kids, was the first group - not!
Rabble rousing, in with the
Laced with the fat rhyme tunneled my mind
"your nine spray, my spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your spray, my mind 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
From the average jack wack crackheads with
As with safe sex with rubbers, as rappers turnin mothers
As for tupac's on the covers, as for million march
In ninety-six, while we the "crooklyn" spike joint
Three kings of the break of dawn become vocal
The of the bedouins, or is it the thespians
For the past years, I've been eatin more than lesbians
Lyricists, get fists, twists, careers become
Easy records, but with no, publishing shares
When I bellow, a hardcore track with a cello
structure, basting from a fellow, hello
Street nucks can't knuckle, billboard chart bullets be
A&r stars become bouregoises, but
Why is it the master can't with the slave chime
Or is it over the domes of minds?
The
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->
The mind!
"your spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->
My mind!!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->
The mind!
My mind!!
The mind..
My mind!!! ha ha! ahhh, ahhh! ahhhhh!