letra de great solar stance - jeru the damaja
what n-gg-s deal, they last 24 i did in the first
before the doctor cleaned off the afterbirth
i kicked a verse, smoked a blunt, shooked the earth
smacked the physician, and f-cked the nurse
the truth hurts, like a sword in the hand of this expert
cuttin through your soul, like your best friend did your dirt
mental like physical blows destroy ego’s
your style is babylonian, like d-cks in -ssholes
the drama unfolds, don’t mean nothing up my nose
i can’t stand snow, it only blows like nitro
blistering, my flows i’m splittin, so i hope you listening
super shoutout to all my n-gg-s in prison
shout to the pyramids, the cypher and scription
science fact not fiction, i cut with precision
speak multiplication, subration, addition
division, great solar stance burns compition
“this-this-this-this is the showdown”
i put you in the chicken wing like bob backlund,
jack ya team captain
bring drama like summer night, ghetto action
some honies got it twisted, fat -sses i mash ’em
cops like jewels, back in the days i sn-tch ’em
you catch a tantrem, date how the raws rockin the drum
float like the white lotus, kill like whitey in vietnam
you should peel arm, gorilla tactics like viacom
set sh-t on fire like a bomb, up in smoke like cheech & chong
true blacks too strong can’t let nothin stand in my way
sh-t will get thick like juice 60 in friday
in brooklyn, kill mc’s like captain hook your children
to rappers i’m a villain, fill esteem wan’t my secret like samson
picture so hard, i stunt your grandson son
teleport from coast to coast like spaceghost
like soy b-tter on my breakfast toast
and when it comes to makin it nasty, i flips it the most
“this-this-this-this-this is the showdown”
“this-this-this-this-this is the showdown”
setting it off like pistols in the projects
the climax hold ya six like nasty hot wet s-x
but string tech i catch wreck, ejucalate when i inject
not a player hatter, regulator, trick n-gg-s get checked
when i resurrect hip hop, you know the bullsh-t stop
like you got the oo-wop, the pops and what nots
fruity like ed koch, ya straight boo-tops, i’m top notch
super funky like a derelict prost-tute prop
ya hear gun shots, the coroner shows up to take flicks
sh-t is feet, but no feet sh-t like chicks with d-cks
ya throat flip too quick, to blaze magnetic
paramedics roll up on the scene,
it’s tragic, don’t deal with magic
johnson, renegade like charles bronson
packing a force like 18 bronzemen
grand larson, excelent marksmen arson
fire, water, earth, metal, wind
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