Jeru The Damaja Come Clean
Thx for listening. . peace Verse One: You wanna front what Jump up and get bucked If you re feeling lucky duck Then press your luck I snatch fake gangsta MC s and make em faggot flambe Your nine spray my mind spray Malignant mist steadily pumps the funk The results you re a gang stuffed in a car trunk You couldn t come to the jungles of the East poppin that game You won t survive get live catchin wreck is our thing I don t gang bang or shoot out bang bang The relentless lyrics the only dope I slang I m a true master you can check my credentials Cuz I choose to use my infinite potentials Got a freaky, freaky, freakyfreaky flow Control the mic like fidel castro locked cuba So deep that you can scuba dive, my jive Origin is unknown like the Jubas I ve accumulated honies all across the map Cuz I d rather bust a nut then bust a cap in Ya back in fact my rap snaps ya sacroilliac I m the mack s
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