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f/ Miz

Jeru The Damaja

In the time when hip hop was
The Supahuman ruled the land
Bringin futuristic hip hop, presently in time
The first lieutenant in of the Supahuman Klik
Was the all mighty, all powerful, Miz
I she can describe it how she does better

Marvel
Thought I disappeared now that the has cleared
I come from with inabitions, face to face with fears
While shootin stars that I can shift my gears

So I my glass eye, I drink to that, say cheers
And let the fire wash away the tears, burn like salt
On open wounds, thoughts consume all
Give birth to these rhymes like an C-section
Uhh, positive connection throughout the
to switch to reality, make proper arrangements
for the of fatalities
It's the same for that stuck with that slave mentality
Or these wack ass rappers, got no originality
But my mentality, helps me travel around the
Time shorter, I'm on the water, run insanity
It seems like everyone was me
Three's a nasty girl Vanity
Make wild, I smoke la, anything to keep my sanity
Ain't got no friends, with me is family
If they next to me, nothing's what it seems to be

Sending energy, when I rhyme, but no time for questions
If freestyling is my bible, I fall in hip hop sessions
Of the tribal blessings, to be learned
Respect had to be and not given

On the fourth of but not amongst the men that living
Guy collides, selfish minds can't asked to be forgiven
no turning back the hands of time,
when past have risen

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Black, black,

verbal, power, verbal,

{Miz
Power of the moon and the force of a boom
me heel like battle wounds, to that shit I'm immune
We come thru the first platoon, into smoke filled rooms

Into it seems like magic mushrooms, from the to the tomb
I got a meetin in the ladies room, I be real soon
o-o-o-oh

To strike the deathblow, with a never ending flow
And all pro, precise position, like a

Friend or foe, gas heads go C.E.O. to skid row
See the green flow, it's poison waters overflow
a mental picture, lyrical Michaelangelo
Words pierced the sting of a scorpio
mad bong, to collapse the Walls of Jericho

Overflow and explore, I you got your blunts rolled
'cause this is the same, no matter which zip
My minds pro, is robbed,
suckin the out your ear lobe
I keep it like a barcode of Illuminati
And fight these back with the Code of Hammurabi

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{Miz
I strike with magnum force, send you on a course
With no remorse, I tap the source and knock you off ya high
While beats and have intercourse to reproduce their first born
sworn not to make the same mistakes as there parents

Written on face, time worn sharpen then a poison desert storm

Step on first month Capricorn, quiet
Jeans and my everyday uniform
Elegants ruffness and inocence, if ever a form
Hell have a fury like a scorn
My niggas strife to perform, I to break the norm

Give me any platform and I perform quiet storms
I make it hot, you keep it warm
From hotels to dorms, keep these niggas souls torned

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Lot of people, other groups aware of these consciousness
Virtually impossible to against (repeated over and over)