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Paroles de la chanson My Mind Spray par Jeru The Damaja

*Premier cuts and scratches Jeru saying "My Mind Spray" for four bars*

[Jeru the Damaja]
I annihilate, as I articulate
Words of power, your rhymes are unconfounding so death's your fate
Ostentatious genius, of rappin
Is mentally clappin to take hip-hop back, thats what's happenin
Proficiency and ingenuity
Plus more styles, than a Shaolin mon-es-tary
In poetry my formula's deadly
Bring your hypest man in your army, another casual-ty
Slow like demise, I crept on those that slept
Droppin' my rhyme science like I'm Imhotep
Application of mind over matter
Made fools scatter, rhymes fatter, minds splatter
Your girl bend over and over and over
Emcees try to touch the Damaja but you just can't win
Excellent with the word play, you lay
Face down, when my, mind spray

*Premier does his thing again like only Primo can*

[Jeru the Damaja]
Thunder on your Dome with no help from Mad Max
Lyrics like hype tattooes go over the dope tracks
We booby-traps, all our inventions
We know the intentions of MC kleptomaniacs
Rap brainiacs have cardiacs, soon after the attack
When it comes to rhymin', I slam harder than Shaq
Accomplish the bio-feedback, more complex than an almanac
Keep you up, like an aphrodisiac
Idealist, not an opportunist
Don't molest, no shorty still in all, I'm dangerous
Mentally you can't talk to me, hear me, or see me
You're not equipped
From, street blocks to cell blocks, my vo-cals rock
Do more work than a crackhead, with a toolbox
Jeru nerve touch-er, mic-ra-phone wrecker
If your honey's a Queen, I'll sex her
More important the mind strikes, like the nine strikes
A priest by May, you reach for your uz-ay, when my mind spray

*Primo flexes that razor sharp turntable wizardry*

[Jeru the Damaja]
J-E, Rrrah-U it's a horror to you
Lyrical kung-fu so do your kung-fu if you know kung-fu
Dirty, down low profile
Shoot up jams without the aid of lead projectiles
Style's ridiculous, techniques infamous
Take more heads than Santa Claus at Christmas
Science misfits, meet the wrath of my wit
Immediately following, they go into a conniption fit
Reach into my bag of darkness and spark this like an arsonist
Blow it up like a terrorist
I'm not a sexist don't have the power to be a racist
I'm a scientist, and an activist
Complex yet simple like Mixelplix
Unlike the silly devil, I don't come with tricks/Trix
So out there to all you MC's return to the righteous way
Or meet death face to face when my, mind spray

*Primo wrecks it like a 12 car collision* dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)

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