Jeru The Damaja – My Mind Spray lyrics

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