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(Jeru the Damaja...)
(...and it like this)

For all you new jacks that never me spit,
beats, rhymes, and freaks and watch me split shit,
Bang Bloods and Crips
Too to quit.
MC's big but sonic waves crack yer helmet.
Before long, the heads crush they pelvic,
bones, I blow up microphones,
Thinkin' pacing dog, adjust yo' tone,
Fuck rhymin, I your eyes shinin' like chrome,
Rims, course , knuckle sandwich and tens.
Try and wet me, I multiply gremilns,
I'm a vet in the game, I the outs and ins,
Still, I'm constantly beefin' like and Indians,
Outlaw star, like G Star kickin' that crazy shit like a soccer hooligan,
So break yourself, you know what's good for your health,
Call me not nigga cuz I move in stealth
More, this joint your headphones explode,
I rhyme in beeps and blips so I can in morse code,
Flow like ocean, water erode,
When the mic is in my it is sure to corrode, and
I glide across the like Jordan,
competition holy like a Morman,
Potent as dust, I you all stumblin',
Smoke too much, you space the fuck out Flash Gordon,
this shit, from mornin' to mornin',
It's so hot it has wanna stop recordin,
So I'm Superman, so Lane reportin'
Swing like Spidey, so hate me like Jay Jonah Jameson,
If I I take aim again,
Throwin' fire the Human Torch and leavin all you faggots flamin',
it off yourself if you think I'm gamin,
Create Earthquakes that your core tremblin,
Be number 9 like the potion,
Can't clock my cuz I move in slow motion
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Verses of doom, from the Damaja...

Verses of doom, from Jeru the Damaja... (and it goes this)

of doom, from Jeru the Damaja...

Verses of doom, from the Damaja...