Jeru the Damaja

Oh yo look towards the darkness Nah nah yo look towards the light Yo what! Oh what the? Yo what is that? It's a supernova Nah nah man that's a black hoe Yo yo yo Yo it's it's it's I leap over lies in a single pound (Who are you?) The black prophet On

(Unclear words are in curly braces.) (REFRAIN:) I'm not talking about the queens But the bitches Not the sisters the bitches Not the young ladies the bitches The bitches, the bitches Now a queen's a queen and a stunt is a stunt You can tell who's who

[Jeru the Damaja] I shine the, farther light to liberate poor blacks Some people lying to themselves, I deal in actual facts Press too hard and you will get smacked, this more than just talk I procede to produce beats, knock your tooth loose Seeing i

One day about six 'o clock I'm woke up By the sound of my buzzer and a car or a truck Screechin' off, so I jump up, scratch my nuts But when I'm like "Who's that?" nobody speaks up So I go to the door, there's a note It says: "We have Hip-H

Out of the fog into the smog, he walks in He's ready for victory He walks again by night, ruthlessly Meeting wit the unknown It's the educated field nigga, trained in guerilla Warfare plus equipped wit mental hardware Manifesting organizational skill

Verse One: Dirty rotten scoundrel, that's what I'm called, on the street Could connive and cheat but rarely get beat Ya see I'm streetwise, a con-game pro Kickin the Bobby bullshit, too smart for Willie Bobo Not stressin five-o, hot hand in celo Live

'Now, I don't be foolin' around, I tell the truth. Nothin' is secret...' As devils search for the secrets to immortality I alter my physical chemistry Walk through the valley of the shadow of death I exist even when no things are left Vibrations tran

You wanna front, what? Jump up and get bucked If you're feeling lucky duck, then press your luck I snatch fake gangsta MC's and make em faggot flambe Your nine spray, my mind spray Malignant mist steadily pumps the funk The results your remains stuff

Submit Lyrics Your name will be printed as part of the credit when your lyric is approved. 专辑:Divine Design 歌手:Jeru the Damaja 歌曲:True Skillz

Party people in the place to be From the same man who brought you Da Bichez Da Bichez, Da Bichez, Da Bichez We were misunderstood last time we brought you Ba Bichez, Da Bichez, Da Bichez Now we gonna clear it up and let you make up your own mind like

It started on the sands of land of the mother Word to mother, king like my father My style survived slave ships, whips, and chains, hardships Still through all this the praise roll off my lips Bring your guns, chains and tone force your religion On m

[Verse 1] Ayo the way I move defies the laws of physics I travel through dimensions writing rhymes with the mystics I reread the fabric of time to be specific I maneuver through the universe young, black, and gifted Divine design swift as Tachyon par