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I annihilate, as I articulate
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Words of power, your ryhmes are unconfounding so death's your fate
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Ostentatious genius, of rappin
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Is mentally clappin to take hip-hop back, thats what's happenin
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Proficiency and ingenuity
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Plus more styles, than a Shaolin mon-es-tary
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In poetry my formula's deadly
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Bring your hypest man in your army another casual-ty
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Slow like demise I crept on those that slept
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Droppin my ryhme science like I'm Imhotep
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Application of mind over matter
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Made fools scatter, rhymes fatter, minds splatter
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Your girl bend over and over and over
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MC's try to touch the Damaja but you just can't win
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Excellent with the word play, you lay
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Face down, when my, mind spray
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*Premier does his thing again like only Primo can*
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Thunder on your Dome with no help from Mad Max
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Lyrics like hype tattooes go over the dope tracks
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We booby-traps, all our inventions
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We know the intentions of MC kleptomaniacs
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Rap brainiacs have cardiacs soon after the attack
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When it comes to ryhmin I slam harder than Shaq
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Accomplish the bio-feedback, more complex than an almanac
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Keep you up like an afrodesiac
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Idealist not an opportunist
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Don't molest no shorty still in all, I'm dangerous
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Mentally you can't talk to me, hear me, or see me
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You're not equipped
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From, street blocks to cell blocks my vo-cals rock
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Do more work than a crackhead with a, toolbox
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Jeru never touch-er, mic-ra-phone wrecker
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If your honey's a Queen I'll sex her
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More important, the mind strikes like the nine strikes
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a priest by May
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You reach for your uzay, when my mind spray
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*Primo flexes that razor sharp turntable wizardry*
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J-E, Rrrah-U it's a horror to you
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Lyrical kung-fu so do your kung-fu if you know kung-fu
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Dirty, down low profile
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Shoot up jams without the aid of lead projectiles
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Style's ridiculous, techniques infamous
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Take more heads than Santa Claus at Christmas
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Science misfits, meet the rath of my wit
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Immediately following, they go into a conniption fit
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Reach into my bag of darkness and spark this like an arsonist
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Blow up like a terrorist
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I'm not a sexist dont have the power to be a racist
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I'm a scientist, and an activist
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Complex yeah simple like Mixelplics
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Unlike the silly devil, I don't come with tricks/Trix
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So out there to all you MC's return to the righteous way
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Or meet death face to face when my, mind spray
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*Primo wrecks it like a 12 car collision*
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My Mind Spray
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Jeru the Damaja |