Bout to drop this right now for You, the original Suntoucher Lettin You know, whats up. Goes like this... Were about to put it on You right here right now, let You know, how it goes down And this is, this is what it is... Its the urban organic mic mechanic Superhuman MC powers help me fly around the planet Touch the microphone device, whole countries get frantic Saving damsels in distress so young girls dont panic Putting MCs under pressure till they crack like ceramic Always thought they could flow but sink like the Titanic Rhymes rip through your skull like icebergs through the hull Survive the impact and arctic cold freezes your soul Create a new style, then break the mold Compositions are controlled and liable to explode Like land mines, my crew blows through like wind chimes Make it hot like fire, 200 proof like Moonshine Whiskey, playing yourself is risky And the flows mad jazzy like Dizzy Gillespie And the sound be harmonious and deadly Like a harpy, call me the great one like Wayne Gretzky No man can test me, so why try? Focus like a samurai, stronger than a Maitai Or a Tsunama, I mean Tsunami I rock it from MTV, to the BBC Radioactive waves short out your TV Aliens be checking for me in the next galaxy Put it in a time capsule till the next century In a black out use it for electricity Danger, high voltage, dope fiends need their daily dosage I break it down mathematically, 99.9 is the percentage Like clothes and fine wine, the rhymes are vintage And the universe will gives me strength like spinach With dinage, I eat it like a tofu sandwich With cabbage, ask your girl, she knows that Im not the average Nigga, who claims to pull the trigger Realitys the root of the rhymes that I configure Phony Baloney swear theyre Don Corleone But when shit hit the fan they start crying like Pretty Tony Tender like Roni... but wish to be bad like Bobby Been there, done that, smashed up, rocking rhymes is my hobby Youre probably like, whats he on Cause I rock it from the start, till the beat is gone Not in the mafia but Im the microphone Don And the words that I shoot out my mouth are Teflon Jeru never touch ya, Microphone wrecker Meet out in the stretcher, step up in my sector Try to match wits but the mental will crush ya Jeru the Damager, the Suntoucher Peace... Yeah, this is it right here, how we flowin down...
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