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

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

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

Verses of doom, from the Damaja...

of doom, from Jeru the Damaja...