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"your nine spray, my 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 learnin
The million man march, starrin mark (it can happen)
Lyrical don is the charm for the
Give spliff aromas many fetal comas
No blood donors, I credit who drink sodas
While in the lie the ruffneck soldiers, what happened?
Niggaz must napped!
What happened to all of malcolm x shit before he got trapped?
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 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 mind spray" ->

Yes,
From the inner sanctum, that my medulla
You can praise buddha, or you can don shula
You can change a, title, or go praise gold 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 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 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 the chime
Laced with the fat rhyme tunneled through my
"your nine spray, my spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your nine spray, my spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->

Ha ha
Now from the minds of minolta, the nickel-plate poster
the average jack wack crackheads with oprah
As with safe sex with rubbers, as with rappers turnin
As for tupac's on the covers, as for million brothers
In ninety-six, while we pinpoint the "crooklyn" spike
Three kings of the of dawn become vocal pawns
The of the bedouins, or is it the thespians
For the past three years, been eatin more than lesbians
Lyricists, get fists, twists, careers become
Easy gold records, but no, publishing shares
I bellow, over a hardcore track with a cello
Lyrical structure, basting a fellow, hello
Street nucks can't knuckle, billboard chart be chuckle
A&r stars bouregoises, but subtle
Why is it the master can't behave 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 spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
The mind!
My mind!!
The mind..
My mind!!! ha ha! ahhh, ahhh! ahhhhh!