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

For all you new jacks that heard me spit,
beats, rhymes, and freaks and watch me split shit,
Bang Bloods and Crips
Too to quit.
MC's talk big but sonic waves yer helmet.
Before long, the chicken crush they pelvic,
bones, I up spot-slam microphones,
'bout pacing dog, adjust yo' tone,
Fuck rhymin, I leave 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' cowboys and Indians,
star, like G Star when kickin' that crazy shit like a soccer hooligan,
So money break yourself, you know good for your health,
Call me Ninja not nigga cuz I in stealth
More, after this joint headphones explode,
I in beeps and blips so I can rhyme in morse code,
Flow like ocean, salt erode,
When the mic is in my grip it is to corrode, and
I glide the beat like Jordan,
Leave competition holy a Morman,
as dust, I have you all stumblin',
Smoke too much, you space the out like Flash Gordon,
Rock this shit, mornin' to mornin',
It's so hot it has wanna stop recordin,
So I'm Superman, so Lane reportin'
Swing Spidey, so chumps hate me like Jay Jonah Jameson,
If I I take aim again,
fire like the Human Torch and leavin all you faggots flamin',
Play it off yourself if you I'm gamin,
Create Earthquakes that your core tremblin,
Be number 9 like the potion,
Can't clock my moves cuz I in slow motion
(motion)
(motion)
(motion... and it like this)

Verses of doom, from the Damaja...

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

Verses of doom, Jeru the Damaja...

Verses of doom, from the Damaja...