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"your nine spray, my mind spray" -> {*repeat 3x*}

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I can taste your sex appeal, ready for the sperm'n
Bank accounts all full, love interest be
Ben franklins determine, if you get that learnin
The million man march, starrin mark (it can happen)
Lyrical don is the for the rappin
spliff aromas cause many fetal comas
No blood donors, I diabetics who drink sodas
While in the lie the ruffneck soldiers, what happened?
Niggaz must napped!
happened to all of that malcolm x shit before he got trapped?
Before he got when I mean capped,
When they put his name on all those cute little lee hats
And they say "black is back"
For when, niggaz now care about the rent
And how to pay rent, and how they trife squad
Black powder nose landcruise or rove'
Why you runnin for you forerunnin nigga who drove
Your
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->
The mind!
"your spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
My mind!
"your nine spray, my spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->

Yes,
From the inner sanctum, that my medulla
You can buddha, or you can hail don shula
You can change a, religious title, or go praise gold
No sloth, just go read your
I'll insinuate the hate that made the, kids fight
you're muslim, christian, or israelite
We monitor, who really hannukah
The power that I am make you blow your yarmulke
To all ya, don't let me up, to call ya
My flatbush dushies, or the kids down in
we're up here tryin to wiggle to "boombastic"
You get, hemmed up and cut down in jurassic+
You're crazed, from that beer
Acute become, obtuse
Four white kids, was the rock group - not!
Rabble rousing, in the chime
Laced the fat rhyme tunneled through my mind
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->
The mind!
"your spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->

Ha ha
Now from the of minolta, from the nickel-plate poster
From the average jack crackheads with oprah
As with safe sex rubbers, as with rappers turnin mothers
As for on the covers, as for million march brothers
In ninety-six, while we the "crooklyn" spike joint
Three kings of the break of become vocal pawns
The circumfrence of the bedouins, or is it the
For the past three years, been eatin more than lesbians
Lyricists, get fists, twists, careers tears
gold records, but with no, publishing shares
When I bellow, over a hardcore track with a
Lyrical structure, basting from a fellow,
Street nucks can't knuckle, chart bullets be chuckle
A&r stars bouregoises, but subtle
Why is it the master behave with the slave chime
Or is it the domes of weak minds?
The
"your spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->
The mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->
My mind!!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" ->
The mind!
My mind!!
The mind..
My mind!!! ha ha! ahhh, ahhh! ahhhhh!