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Intro: Jeru The Damaja
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In the time when hip hop was strong
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The Supahuman Klik ruled the land
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Bringin that futuristic hip hop, presently in time
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The first lieutenant in arms of the Supahuman Klik
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Was the all mighty, all powerful, Miz Marvel
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I think she can describe it how she does better
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{Miz Marvel}
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Thought I disappeared now that the smoke has cleared
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I come from times with inabitions, face to face with fears
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While shootin stars wishing that I can shift my gears
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So I raise my glass eye, I drink to that, say cheers
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And let the fire water wash away the tears, burn like salt
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On open wounds, thoughts consume all consetions
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Give birth to these rhymes like an oral C-section
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Uhh, positive connection throughout the galaxy
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Time to switch to reality, make proper arrangements
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for the souls of fatalities
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It's the same for niggas that stuck with that slave mentality
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Or these wack ass rappers, they got no originality
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But my mentality, helps me travel around the galaxy
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Time gets shorter, I'm on the water, run insanity
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It seems like everyone was after me
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Three's a nasty girl like Vanity
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Make niggas wild, I smoke la, anything to keep my sanity
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Ain't got no friends, everyone with me is family
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If they standing next to me, nothing's what it seems to be
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Sending energy, when I rhyme, but no time for idol questions
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If freestyling is my bible, when I fall in hip hop sessions
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Of the tribal blessings, lessons to be learned
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Respect had to be earned and not given
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On the fourth of them but not amongst the men that living
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Guy collides, when selfish minds can't asked to be forgiven
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Ain't no turning back the hands of time,
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when past spirits have risen
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{scratching}
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Black, black, black
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verbal, power, verbal, power
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{Miz Marvel}
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Power of the moon and the force of a sonic boom
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Help me heel like battle wounds, to that shit I'm immune
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We come thru like the first platoon, into smoke filled rooms
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Into it seems like magic mushrooms, from the womb to the tomb
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I got a meetin in the ladies room, I be back real soon
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O-o-oh o-o-o-oh
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And all pro, precise position, like a crossbow
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To strike the deathblow, continue with a never ending flow
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Friend or foe, gas heads go from C.E.O. to skid row
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See the toxic green flow, it's poison waters overflow
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Paint a mental picture, lyrical Michaelangelo
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Words pierced with the sting of a scorpio
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Beats mad bong, to collapse the Walls of Jericho
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Overflow and explore, I hope you got your blunts rolled
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Cuz this is the same, no matter which zip code
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My minds pro, bitches is robbed,
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suckin the diamonds out your ear lobe
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I keep it tracked like a barcode of Illuminati
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And fight these devils back with the Code of Hammurabi
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{more scratching}
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{Miz Marvel}
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I strike with magnum force, send you on a collision course
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With no remorse, I tap the source and knock you off ya high horse
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While beats and rhymes have intercourse to reproduce their first born
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Never sworn not to make the same mistakes as there parents
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Written on there face, time worn sharpen then a poison desert storm
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Step on first month Capricorn, quiet storm
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Jeans and boots my everyday uniform
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Elegants ruffness and inocence, if ever given a form
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Hell have a fury like a women's scorn
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My niggas strife to perform, I struggle to break the norm
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Give me any platform and I perform lyrical quiet storms
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I make it hot, you keep it luke warm
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From hotels to college dorms, keep these niggas souls torned
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{More scratching}
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Lot of other people, other groups aware of these consciousness
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Virtually impossible to defend against (repeated over and over)
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Verbal Battle
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Jeru the Damaja |