"Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru {*repeat 3X*}
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[Chubb Rock]
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I can taste your sex appeal, ready for the sweet sperm'n
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bank accounts all full, love interest be earnin
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Ben Franklins determine, if you get that higher learnin
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The Million Man March, starrin Mark Furhman (it can happen)
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Lyrical Don is the charm for the rappin
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Give spliff aromas cause many fetal comas
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No blood donors, I credit diabetics who drink sodas
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while in the pens lie the ruffneck soldiers, what happened?
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Niggaz must have NAPPED!
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What happened to all of that Malcolm X shit before he got trapped?
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Before he got capped? When I mean CAPPED,
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when they put his name on all those cute little Spike Lee hats
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And then they say "Black is back"
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For when, niggaz now only care about the rent
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and how to pay rent, and how they trife squad spend
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Black powder nose Landcruise or Range Rove'
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Why you runnin for when you forerunnin nigga who drove
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Your mind
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"Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru
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The mind!
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"Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru
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My mind!
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"Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru
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The mind!
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"Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru
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Yes, haha
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From the inner sanctum, that embruised my medulla
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You can praise buddha, or you can hail Don Shula
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You can change a, religious title, or go praise gold idols
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No sloth, just go read your bible
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I'll insinuate the hate that made the, hate kids fight
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Whether you're Muslim, Christian, or Israelite
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We monitor, who really praise Hannukah
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The power that I am will make you blow your yarmulke
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To all ya, don't let me scream up, to call ya
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My Flatbush dushies, or the kids down in Somal-ia
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While we're up here tryin to wiggle to "Boombastic"
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You get, hemmed up and cut down in +Park Jurassic+
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You're crazed, from that beer juice
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Acute angles become, obtuse
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Four white kids, was the first rock group - NOT!
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Rabble rousing, in with the chime
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Laced with the fat rhyme tunneled through my mind
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"Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru
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The mind!
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"Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru
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The mind!
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"Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru
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The MIND!
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"Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru
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Ha ha
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Now from the minds of Minolta, from the nickel-plate poster
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From the average jack wack crackheads with Oprah
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As with safe sex with rubbers, as with rappers turnin mothers
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As for Tupac's on the covers, as for Million March brothers
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in ninety-six, while we pinpoint the "Crooklyn" spike joint
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Three kings of the break of dawn become vocal pawns
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The circumfrence of the Bedouins, or is it the thespians
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For the past three years, I've been eatin more than lesbians
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Lyricists, get fists, twists, careers become tears
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Easy gold records, but with no, publishing shares
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When I BELLOW, over a hardcore track with a cello
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Lyrical structure, basting from a fellow, hello
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Street nucks can't knuckle, Billboard chart bullets be chuckle
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A&R stars become bouregoises, but subtle
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Why is it the master can't behave with the slave chime
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or is it over the domes of weak minds?
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The mind
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"Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru
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The mind!
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"Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru
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The MIND!
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"Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru
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MY MIND!!
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"Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru
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The mind!
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My mind!!
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The mind..
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MY MIND!!! Ha ha! Ahhh, AHHH! AHHHHH!
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The Mind
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Chubb Rock |