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Jeru the Damaja - Great Solar Stance lyrics
What niggas deal, they last 24 I did in the first Before the doctor cleaned off the afterbirth I kicked a verse, smoked a blunt, shooked the Earth Smacked the physician, and fucked the nurse The truth hurts, like a sword in the hand of this expert Cuttin through your soul, like your best friend did your dirt Mental like physical blows destroy ego's Your style is Babylonian, like dicks in assholes The drama unfolds, don't mean nothing up my nose I can't stand snow, it only blows like nitro Blistering, my flows I'm splittin, so I hope you listening Super shoutout to all my niggas in prison Shout to the pyramids, the cypher and scription Science fact not fiction, I cut with precision Speak multiplication, subration, addition Division, Great Solar Stance burns compition "This-this-this-this is the Showdown" I put you in the chicken wing like Bob Backlund, jack ya team captain Bring drama like summer night, ghetto action Some honies got it twisted, fat asses I mash 'em Cops like jewels, back in the days I snatch 'em You catch a tantrem, date how the raws rockin the drum Float like the white lotus, kill like Whitey in Vietnam You should peel arm, gorilla tactics like Viacom Set shit on fire like a bomb, up in smoke like Cheech & Chong True blacks too strong can't let nothin stand in my way Shit will get thick like Juice 60 in Friday In Brooklyn, kill MC's like Captain Hook your children To rappers I'm a villain, fill esteem wan't my secret like Samson Picture so hard, I stunt your grandson son Teleport from Coast To Coast like Spaceghost Like soy butter on my breakfast toast And when It comes to makin it nasty, I flips it the most "This-this-this-this-this is the Showdown" "This-this-this-this-this is the Showdown" Setting it off like pistols in the projects The climax hold ya six like nasty hot wet sex But string tech I catch wreck, ejucalate when I inject Not a player hatter, regulator, trick niggas get checked When I resurrect hip hop, you know the bullshit stop Like you got the oo-wop, the pops and what nots Fruity like Ed Koch, ya straight boo-tops, I'm top notch Super funky like a derelict prostitute prop Ya hear gun shots, the coroner shows up to take flicks Shit is feet, but no feet shit like chicks with dicks Ya throat flip too quick, to blaze magnetic Paramedics roll up on the scene, it's tragic, don't deal with Magic Johnson, renegade like Charles Bronson Packing a force like 18 Bronzemen Grand larson, excelent marksmen arson Fire, water, earth, metal, wind |
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