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

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I can taste sex appeal, ready for the sweet sperm'n
Bank accounts all full, interest be earnin
Ben franklins determine, if you get that learnin
The million man march, starrin mark (it can happen)
Lyrical don is the charm for the
spliff aromas cause many fetal comas
No blood donors, I credit diabetics who sodas
in the pens lie the ruffneck soldiers, what happened?
Niggaz must napped!
What happened to all of that malcolm x before he got trapped?
Before he got capped? 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 about the rent
And how to pay rent, and how they trife spend
Black powder nose landcruise or rove'
Why you runnin for when you forerunnin who drove
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!
"your nine spray, my spray" -> jeru

Yes,
the inner sanctum, that embruised my medulla
You can praise buddha, or you can hail don
You can change a, religious title, or go praise idols
No sloth, just go read bible
I'll insinuate the hate that made the, hate fight
Whether you're muslim, christian, or
We monitor, who praise hannukah
The power that I am will make you blow your
To all ya, don't let me up, to call 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 rock - not!
Rabble rousing, in with the
with the fat rhyme tunneled through 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 mind spray" ->

Ha ha
Now from the minds of minolta, 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 march brothers
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 three years, I've been more than lesbians
Lyricists, get fists, twists, become tears
Easy gold records, but with no, shares
When I bellow, over a hardcore track a cello
Lyrical structure, from a fellow, hello
Street nucks can't knuckle, billboard chart be chuckle
A&r become bouregoises, but subtle
Why is it the master can't behave the slave chime
Or is it the domes of weak minds?
The
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->
The mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->
The mind!
"your spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
My mind!!
"your nine spray, my spray" -> jeru
The mind!
My mind!!
The mind..
My mind!!! ha ha! ahhh, ahhh! ahhhhh!