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

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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, mark furhman (it can happen)
Lyrical don is the charm for the
Give aromas cause many fetal comas
No blood donors, I diabetics who drink sodas
While in the pens lie the ruffneck soldiers, happened?
Niggaz must napped!
What happened to all of that malcolm x shit before he got
he got capped? when I mean capped,
When they put his on all those cute little spike lee hats
And then say "black is back"
For when, niggaz now only care the rent
And how to pay rent, and how trife squad 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 spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your spray, my mind spray" -> jeru

Yes,
From the inner sanctum, that embruised my
You can buddha, or you can hail don shula
You can a, religious title, or go praise gold idols
No sloth, just go read your
I'll insinuate the hate that the, hate kids fight
you're muslim, christian, or israelite
We monitor, who really hannukah
The power that I am will make you blow yarmulke
To all ya, let me scream up, to call ya
My flatbush dushies, or the kids in somal-ia
While we're up here to wiggle to "boombastic"
You get, up and cut down in +park jurassic+
You're crazed, that beer juice
Acute angles become,
Four white kids, was the rock group - not!
Rabble rousing, in with the
Laced with the fat rhyme tunneled through my
"your nine spray, my spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->
The mind!
"your spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
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 with
As with sex with rubbers, as with rappers turnin mothers
As for tupac's on the covers, as for march brothers
In ninety-six, while we pinpoint the "crooklyn" joint
Three kings of the break of dawn become pawns
The circumfrence of the bedouins, or is it the
For the past three years, I've been eatin more lesbians
Lyricists, get fists, twists, become tears
Easy gold records, but with no, publishing
When I bellow, over a track with a cello
Lyrical structure, basting from a fellow,
Street nucks can't knuckle, billboard chart be chuckle
A&r stars become bouregoises, but
Why is it the master can't behave the slave chime
Or is it over the domes of minds?
The
"your nine spray, my spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your nine spray, my 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!