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

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I can taste your sex appeal, for the sweet sperm'n
Bank accounts all full, love be earnin
Ben franklins determine, if you get that higher
The million man march, starrin mark (it can happen)
Lyrical don is the for the rappin
spliff aromas cause many fetal comas
No blood donors, I credit diabetics who drink
in the pens lie the ruffneck soldiers, what happened?
Niggaz have napped!
What happened to all of malcolm x shit before he got trapped?
he got capped? when I mean capped,
When they put his name on all those little spike lee hats
And then say "black is back"
For when, niggaz now only care about the
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
Your
"your nine spray, my spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
My mind!
"your nine spray, my spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->

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

Ha ha
Now from the minds of minolta, from the nickel-plate
From the average jack crackheads with oprah
As with safe sex with rubbers, as rappers turnin mothers
As for on the covers, as for million march brothers
In ninety-six, while we the "crooklyn" spike 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 than
Lyricists, get fists, twists, careers become
Easy gold records, but no, publishing shares
When I bellow, over a hardcore with a cello
Lyrical structure, basting from a fellow,
Street nucks can't knuckle, billboard chart be chuckle
A&r stars bouregoises, but subtle
Why is it the can't behave 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 spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
My mind!!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->
The mind!
My mind!!
The mind..
My mind!!! ha ha! ahhh, ahhh! ahhhhh!