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

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I can taste your sex appeal, ready for the sperm'n
Bank accounts all full, love be earnin
Ben determine, if you get that higher learnin
The million man march, mark furhman (it can happen)
Lyrical don is the for the rappin
Give spliff aromas cause fetal comas
No blood donors, I diabetics who drink sodas
While in the pens lie the soldiers, what happened?
must have napped!
What to all of that malcolm x shit before he got trapped?
Before he got capped? I mean capped,
When they put his name on all those cute little spike lee
And then say "black is back"
For when, now only care about the rent
And how to pay rent, and how they trife spend
Black powder nose landcruise or range
Why you runnin for when you forerunnin who drove
mind
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->
The mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->
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 buddha, or you can hail don shula
You can change a, title, or go praise gold idols
No sloth, just go read your
I'll insinuate the hate that made the, hate kids
Whether muslim, christian, or israelite
We monitor, who really praise
The power that I am will make you blow yarmulke
To all ya, let me scream up, to call ya
My dushies, or the kids down in somal-ia
While up here tryin to wiggle to "boombastic"
You get, up and cut down in +park jurassic+
You're crazed, that beer juice
angles become, obtuse
Four white kids, was the first group - not!
Rabble rousing, in the chime
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 mind spray" ->
The mind!
"your nine spray, my spray" -> jeru

Ha ha
Now from the minds of minolta, from the nickel-plate
From the average jack wack crackheads oprah
As with safe sex with rubbers, as with rappers turnin
As for tupac's on the covers, as for million march
In ninety-six, we pinpoint the "crooklyn" spike joint
Three kings of the break of become 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
Easy gold records, but no, publishing shares
When I bellow, over a hardcore 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 with the slave chime
Or is it the domes of weak minds?
The
"your spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->
The mind!
"your nine spray, my spray" -> jeru
My mind!!
"your nine spray, my spray" -> jeru
The mind!
My mind!!
The mind..
My mind!!! ha ha! ahhh, ahhh! ahhhhh!