that I am But wanna get funny, we can get bummy Take you to the East and back again money Filthy purified trick, step past your sister Challenge the Damaja
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'
Ah check it out, check it out yo Ah check it out, check it out yo Ah check it out, check it out yo Ah check it out, check it out yo Here's the remedy
*Premier cuts and scratches Jeru saying "My Mind Spray" for four bars* I annihilate, as I articulate Words of power, your ryhmes are unconfounding so
my mind spray Malignant mist steadily pumps the funk The results you're a gang stuffed in a car trunk You couldn't come to the jungles of the East poppin
Electromagnetic beam, I get charged Rhymes I run right through 'em like a big box of Trojan large Mc's tried to hang but it's a Brooklyn thang Poison
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
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
[Verse One:] 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
(Ah check it out...check it out yo) [x4] Here's the remedy, for all your cornball raps Brooklyn's back on the map, I'm not bragging Defeating all foes
spray, my mind spray Malignant mist steadily pumps the funk The results you're a gang stuffed in a car trunk You couldn't come to the jungles of the East
(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
that I am But wanna get funny, we can get bummy Take you to the East and back again money Filthy putrified trick, step past your sister Challenge the Damaja
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
are esoteric Watch the style but also peep the lyrics, my lightning, my thunder Way back I stomped out Her-cu-les But now I stomp out MC's Can't chill, because the Sun
[Premier cuts and scratches Jeru saying "My Mind Spray" for four bars] I annihilate, as I articulate Words of power, your ryhmes are unconfounding so
electromagnetic beam, I get charged rhymes I run right thru em like a big box of Trojan large Mc's tried to hang but its a Brooklyn thang poison slang
[Guy 1:] Ohhh! Yo look towards the darkness [Guy 2:] Nah nah yo, look towards the light [Guy 1:] Yo what! Oh what the? Yo what is that? [Guy 2:] It's