Suntoucher

[Intro: Jeru the Damaja] One, two About to drop this Right now for you The original suntoucher Lettin' you know what's up It goes like this We about to put it on you right here, right now Let you know how it goes down This, this is what it is [Verse: Jeru the Damaja] It's the urban organic mic mechanic Superhuman MC powers help me fly around the planet Touch the microphone device, whole countries get frantic Saving damsels in distress, so young girls, don't panic Putting MC's under pressure till they crack like ceramic I was taught they could float but sink like the Titanic Rhymes rip through your skull like icebergs through the hull Survive the impact and arctic cold freezes your soul I create a new style and then break the mold Compositions aren't controlled and liable to explode Like landmines, my crew blow through like windchimes Make it hot like fire, 200 proof like moonshine Whiskey, playing yourself is risky And the flows mad jazzy like Dizzy Gillespie And the sound be harmonious and deadly Like a heartbeat call me the great one like Wayne Gretzky No man can test me, so why try? Focus like a samurai stronger than a mai tai Or a tsunamai, I mean tsunami I rock it from MTV to the BBC Radioactive waves short out your TV Aliens be checking for me in the next galaxy Put it in a time capsule till the next century In a blackout use it for electricity Danger, high voltage, don't feed me the daily dosage I break it down mathematically, 99.9 is the percentage Like clothes and fine wine, the rhymes are vintage And the universal will give me strength like spinach A danish I eat it like a tofu sandwich with cabbage Ask your girl she knows that I'm not the average Nigga who claims to pull the trigger Reality's the root of the rhymes that I configure Phoney, baloney, swear they're Don Corleone But when shit hit the fan they start crying like Pretty Tony Tender like Roni but wish to be bad like Bobby Been there done that smashed it rockin' rhymes is my hobby The crowd be like, "what's he on?" Because I rock it from the start till the beat is gone Not in the mafia but I'm the microphone don And the words that I shoot out my mouth are teflon Jeru never touch ya, microphone wrecker Leave out in the stretcher, step up into my sector Try to match wits but the mental will crush ya Jeru the Damaja, the suntoucher Peace [Outro: Jeru the Damaja] Ya This is it right here Our flow gettin' down