True Skillz - Jeru The Damaja

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Got Jeru the Damaja in the house

Got my man Sabor on the beat we’re about to represent for the underground

Letting you know how we mass murder mic some bash up boats

About put it down with True Skillz

Letting y’all clowns what time it is and it goes like this

Into the original, ex-criminal

I used to flippin' analog but now I’m strictly digital

2003 movements are pivotal

Split backs like atoms apply pressure till mass is critcal

Cast talkin' smacked I chopped him in two

Get it, got it, spit it, hot shitted, forget about it

Don’t BOLOs, at amateurs and pros, pass time, converting holes

Put 'em in seizing chokeholds before it

Slipped my mind shout out to all my bros

You can encount them I tie-rip

Don’t know your fingers and toes, MAD!

Flow it shows like swiftness in combos

Murder MCs by the rules and props we got those, so

Days that are we got robbed no through ocho

I was at the day that I fuck shit up then they sink oh!

And the things changed but the weather you can ask arrow

'queur don’t vent lightnings pulse him and her, you know my M. O

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If I was cold hearted I’d have bitches on a strip

Even though I’m not pimpin' I shoot my game like a pimp

I go to war like Scarface I get around like 2 Pac

Real gangstas don’t talk about Glocks, they bust shots

I got two things for these reeks that’s a truth and a long cock

I’m the only rapper that you ever see in your block, I’m god

Like old Cyrus, the touch of King Midas

If I beat shawty I’m beggin' just in case she got the variables

Coz you can’t trust a big-butt and a grin

Think you mackin' but if you spent dawg that’s trickin'

I never lick it even if it’s finger lickin'

I’ve got more sold than color green so pokin' grease, fried chicken

You know it’s stereo pawn representin' Brooklyn so dope wifey had to throw me in

We have like Samuel Jackson on the realer realer I’m just kiddin'

But when it’s come to doin' my thing you know how I’m livin'

Everybody wanna rock the mic but if you really wanna be a MC show your True

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Hypnotic the Hip-Hop narcotic I keep it organic other MCs’re robotic

Fouls that add pauses display lack of logic

Nutritions flows get life to the mic like amniotic

Water cook shit up like a short-order, origami chef

I touched the mic and choke it to death

Launching everyday it’ll weak like Hugh Hef, ner

Black super hero like the black panther

Keep my rhymes shunt like states when I chase vampire

Flip you through till' you blue in the face like big fat liar

Years from now I just be getting higher

If you put it on your blast ain’t no gas I set that ass on fire

From Brooklyn to East New York the rocket shows

There is something that I think you should know