Dirty Bomb (2007)

[Verse 1] Sam Sam Salabem I go off, this hot sauce, it's the return of the boss Mic clappin', sucka MCs wanna make it happen All these wack-ass rappers ass-backwards like Pig Latin And no biscuit, still murder shit with the quickness Sixteen-times-three bars of slickness It wouldn't be Jeru if I ain't say some clever shit So, yo, I keep it bouncin' like a pornstar's tits I should warn you right out the gate I put it down like a five hundred pound primate Straight fire, I make flows evaporate And I bone it so hard, the mic is screamin' out, "Rape!" Super gutter, call it dirty bomb I body mics like the Cong, the soldiers in Viеtnam It's like that, and you, don't stop my mind Spray automatic like Robocop [Chorus] Got a freaky, frеaky, freaky, freaky flow You couldn't [?] of the [?] Got a freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow You couldn't [?] of the [?] Got a freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow You couldn't [?] of the [?] Got a freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow It's the return of the dopest Brooklyn motherfucker [Verse 2] I'm at it again, ain't nobody safe I empty a clip of rhymes into MC face Man, listen, Jeru skilled technician I hit you with some shit that leave your whole body twitchin' Sticks, stones and words can't harm me I fold competition up like they origami You think you mackin', but I'm on some next shit I got chicks in Japan cookin' me rice for breakfast It's like this and like that I rip spines out backs like Mortal Kombat Fuckin' with me, you ass out like a baboon 'Cause I shoot the gift like a rusty harpoon Hit you with some chakra, you cry bloody murder I'm a master like Galactus, you's a worker like the Surfer Keep it organic, the flow is natural I rest in Brooklyn and my name is Jeru [Chorus] Got a freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow You couldn't [?] of the [?] Got a freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow You couldn't [?] of the [?] Got a freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow You couldn't [?] of the [?] Got a freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow It's the return of the dopest Brooklyn motherfucker [Verse 3] Fee-fi-fo-fum It's like Tabasco when I flow, but y'all already know Who's the sickest? Mixin' deadly chemical liquids Then I spit it at MCs that I have on my hit list Shoot rhymes 'til the hammer start clickin' And I'm steadily beatin' up chickens like Peter Griffin On your belly or back, the rhyme's strapped Get outta line, get jabbed in the grill like Borat MCs be bumpin' they gums like females Put the press on, they wouldn't pop off if they was Le Nails Blow it up or construct with my tool I keep my shit kickin' like a buckin' bull Peep game if you think it's a joke I'm like Superman combined with the Hulk amped on coke Straight flowin', I'm as real as it gets Most of y'all faggots is faker than Miss New York's new tits [Chorus] Got a freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow You couldn't [?] of the [?] Got a freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow You couldn't [?] of the [?] Got a freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow You couldn't [?] of the [?] Got a freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow It's the return of the dopest Brooklyn motherfucker [Outro] I was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York