"Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru {*repeat 3X*}



[Chubb Rock]

I can taste your sex appeal, ready for the sweet sperm'n

bank accounts all full, love interest be earnin

Ben Franklins determine, if you get that higher learnin

The Million Man March, starrin Mark Furhman (it can happen)

Lyrical Don is the charm for the rappin

Give spliff aromas cause many fetal comas

No blood donors, I credit diabetics who drink sodas

while in the pens lie the ruffneck soldiers, what happened?

Niggaz must have NAPPED!

What happened to all of that Malcolm X shit before he got trapped?

Before he got capped?  When I mean CAPPED, 

when they put his name on all those cute little Spike Lee hats

And then they say "Black is back"

For when, niggaz now only care about the rent

and how to pay rent, and how they trife squad spend

Black powder nose Landcruise or Range Rove'

Why you runnin for when you forerunnin nigga who drove

Your mind

	"Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru

The mind!

	"Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru

My mind!

	"Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru

The mind!

	"Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru



Yes, haha

From the inner sanctum, that embruised my medulla

You can praise buddha, or you can hail Don Shula

You can change a, religious title, or go praise gold idols

No sloth, just go read your bible

I'll insinuate the hate that made the, hate kids fight

Whether you're Muslim, Christian, or Israelite

We monitor, who really praise Hannukah

The power that I am will make you blow your yarmulke

To all ya, don't let me scream up, to call ya

My Flatbush dushies, or the kids down in Somal-ia

While we're up here tryin to wiggle to "Boombastic"

You get, hemmed up and cut down in +Park Jurassic+

You're crazed, from that beer juice

Acute angles become, obtuse

Four white kids, was the first rock group - NOT!

Rabble rousing, in with the chime

Laced with the fat rhyme tunneled through my mind

	"Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru

The mind!

	"Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru

The mind!

	"Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru

The MIND!

	"Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru



Ha ha

Now from the minds of Minolta, from the nickel-plate poster

From the average jack wack crackheads with Oprah

As with safe sex with rubbers, as with rappers turnin mothers

As for Tupac's on the covers, as for Million March brothers

in ninety-six, while we pinpoint the "Crooklyn" spike joint

Three kings of the break of dawn become vocal pawns

The circumfrence of the Bedouins, or is it the thespians

For the past three years, I've been eatin more than lesbians

Lyricists, get fists, twists, careers become tears

Easy gold records, but with no, publishing shares

When I BELLOW, over a hardcore track with a cello

Lyrical structure, basting from a fellow, hello

Street nucks can't knuckle, Billboard chart bullets be chuckle

A&R stars become bouregoises, but subtle

Why is it the master can't behave with the slave chime

or is it over the domes of weak minds?

The mind

	"Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru

The mind!

	"Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru

The MIND!

	"Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru

MY MIND!!

	"Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru

The mind!

My mind!!

The mind..

MY MIND!!! Ha ha! Ahhh, AHHH! AHHHHH!