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

For all you new jacks that never me spit,
Bring beats, rhymes, and freaks and watch me shit,
like Bloods and Crips
Too to quit.
MC's talk big but sonic waves yer helmet.
Before long, the chicken heads crush pelvic,
bones, I blow up microphones,
Thinkin' 'bout pacing dog, yo' tone,
Fuck rhymin, I leave your eyes shinin' chrome,
Rims, Main course , knuckle 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 like cowboys and Indians,
Outlaw star, like G Star when kickin' that crazy like a soccer hooligan,
So money break yourself, you know what's for your health,
Call me not nigga cuz I move in stealth
More, after joint your headphones explode,
I in beeps and blips so I can rhyme in morse code,
like ocean, salt water erode,
When the mic is in my grip it is to corrode, and
I glide across the beat Jordan,
Leave competition holy a Morman,
as dust, I have 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 Lois reportin'
Swing like Spidey, so chumps hate me Jay Jonah Jameson,
If I I take aim again,
Throwin' fire like the Human Torch and all you faggots flamin',
Play it off if you think I'm gamin,
Create Earthquakes that have your tremblin,
Be number 9 like the potion,
Can't my moves cuz I move in slow motion
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Verses of doom, from the Damaja...

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

of doom, from Jeru the Damaja...

Verses of doom, from the Damaja...