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"your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru {*repeat

rock]
I can taste your sex appeal, ready for the sperm'n
Bank accounts all full, love interest be
Ben determine, if you get that higher learnin
The million man march, starrin mark (it can happen)
Lyrical don is the for the rappin
Give spliff aromas cause many 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
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 range
Why you runnin for when you nigga who drove
mind
"your nine spray, my spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->
My mind!
"your spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your nine spray, my spray" -> jeru

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

Ha ha
Now from the of minolta, from the nickel-plate poster
the average jack wack crackheads with oprah
As with safe sex with rubbers, as 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, basting from a fellow,
Street can't knuckle, billboard chart bullets be chuckle
A&r stars become bouregoises, but
Why is it the master behave with the slave chime
Or is it the domes of weak minds?
The
"your nine spray, my spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->
The mind!
"your spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
My mind!!
"your spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
The mind!
My mind!!
The mind..
My mind!!! ha ha! ahhh, ahhh! ahhhhh!