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Jeru the Damaja - How I'm Livin' lyrics
I got a freaky freaky freak, give you a freak you turns em out I put them hoes in a row and turn out Queens no doubt Don't need a vest, but flow freely like bullets through shootouts I be the real supernatural, so check it out I was concieved in the center of an inferno The ninth month I slipped out my mom's vaginal Cavity, now I'm surrounded by creeps and freaks Had to watch my back in the New York streets Fly, like an aeroplane, more powerful than the engine of an A train Won't stress my brain You know the fame that has men sold and bought In a single bound, I let the criminal court Walk through the desert and won't perspire Touch the microphone, the whole joint catches afire Use the opportunity to call the devil a liar And I won't stop flipping shit til I'm forced to retire Because that's how I'm living I can stroke all night and not bust a nut Swim through a sea of razorblades and not get cut When I do my thing I aim for the gut And despise those nasty guys that hit shit in the butt Blaze like spliffs even back in the days When I bag shit up like trays, nowadays I bag 'em up like dimes and not even the Devil Can stop me cause it's matter under mind I'm fucking up your mind like a hallucinogen (Are you hot, Lord?) I heat it up like halogen Burn MC's, their children, and their children's children Reverse polarity and make your girl's hell heaven More intelligent than MacGuyver Quick to pull off on a stunt like an Indy car driver Thoughts too intense, brainwaves cut like barbed wire Since Run's a reverend, sucker MC's call me sire Push for my mental forces to crush your fortress Signals of stress, your whole squad's put to death Bring your white Superman and I'll rip that fucking S off his chest Cause that's just how I'm living I dedicate my life to taking snake heads I break on the beats like scissors break on my dreads Instead of eating beasts and living savagely I aspire to excell to the highest degree Of living, now how you living, like a turkey on Thanksgiving Me? I keep it tight and lock it down like a virgin's pops >From crack rocks to suburbian spots I'm hot Don't forget or have you forgot that I'm a surgeon, Ak- Bar, once outran a jaguar Slept in a lion's den and escaped without a scar Close my eyes and comence the star travel Fred Flintstone's out a job because I turn hard rocks to gravel Babble, never, control the weather Like a few jams back, whatever's, clever Even the rudest of rude can't test because I'm protectes With the Breastplate of Righteousness And that's just how I'm living |
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