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

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I can taste your sex appeal, ready for the sweet
Bank accounts all full, love interest be
Ben franklins determine, if you get that learnin
The man march, starrin mark furhman (it can happen)
Lyrical don is the charm for the
Give aromas cause many fetal comas
No donors, I credit diabetics who drink sodas
While in the pens lie the soldiers, what happened?
Niggaz have napped!
happened to all of that malcolm x shit before he got trapped?
Before he got when I mean capped,
they put his name on all those cute little spike lee hats
And they say "black is back"
For when, niggaz now only care about the
And how to pay rent, and how they trife spend
Black powder nose landcruise or rove'
Why you runnin for when you nigga who drove
mind
"your spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
My mind!
"your spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->

Yes,
From the sanctum, that embruised my medulla
You can praise buddha, or you can hail don
You can a, religious title, or go praise gold idols
No sloth, just go read bible
I'll insinuate the hate that made the, hate kids
Whether you're muslim, christian, or
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 flatbush dushies, or the down in somal-ia
While up here tryin to wiggle to "boombastic"
You get, hemmed up and cut in +park jurassic+
You're crazed, from beer juice
angles become, obtuse
Four kids, was the first rock group - not!
Rabble rousing, in with the
with the fat rhyme tunneled through my mind
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->
The mind!
"your spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your nine spray, my spray" -> jeru

Ha ha
Now from the of minolta, from the nickel-plate poster
From the average jack crackheads with oprah
As with safe sex rubbers, as with rappers turnin mothers
As for tupac's on the covers, as for million march
In ninety-six, we pinpoint 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, been eatin more than lesbians
Lyricists, get fists, twists, careers become
Easy gold records, but with no, shares
I bellow, over a hardcore track with a cello
Lyrical structure, from a fellow, hello
Street nucks knuckle, billboard chart bullets be chuckle
A&r stars become bouregoises, but
Why is it the master can't behave with the slave
Or is it over the domes of minds?
The
"your spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your spray, my mind 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!