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

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I can your sex appeal, ready for the sweet sperm'n
Bank accounts all full, interest be earnin
Ben franklins determine, if you get higher 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 diabetics who drink
While in the pens lie the ruffneck soldiers, happened?
Niggaz must napped!
happened to all of that malcolm x shit before he got trapped?
Before he got capped? when I capped,
When they put his name on all those cute little lee hats
And they say "black is back"
For when, niggaz now only care about the
And how to pay rent, and how trife squad spend
Black powder nose landcruise or rove'
Why you runnin for you forerunnin nigga who drove
mind
"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 spray, my mind spray" -> jeru

Yes,
From the inner sanctum, that my medulla
You can praise buddha, or you can don shula
You can change a, religious title, or go gold idols
No sloth, just go read bible
insinuate the hate that made the, hate kids fight
Whether muslim, christian, or israelite
We monitor, who really hannukah
The power that I am will you blow your 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 tryin to to "boombastic"
You get, hemmed up and cut in +park jurassic+
You're crazed, from that beer
Acute become, obtuse
Four white kids, was the first group - not!
rousing, in with the chime
Laced with the fat rhyme tunneled through my
"your spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your nine spray, my spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->
The mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->

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