My Mind Spray

{*Premier cuts and scratches Jeru saying "My Mind Spray" for four bars*} [Verse 1: Jeru the Damaja] I annihilate, as I articulate Words of power, your rhymes are unconfounding, so death's your fate Ostentatious genius of rappin' is mentally clappin' To take Hip-Hop back, thats what's happenin' Proficiency and ingenuity Plus more styles than a Shaolin monastery In poetry, my formula's deadly Bring your hypest man in your army, another casualty Slow like demise, I crept on those that slept Droppin' my rhyme science like I'm Imhotep Application of mind over matter Made fools scatter, rhymes fatter, minds splatter Your girl bend over and over and over Emcees try to touch the Damaja, but you just can't win Excellent with the word play, you lay – Face down – when my mind spray {*Premier does his thing again like only Preemo can*} [Verse 2: Jeru the Damaja] Thunder on your Dome with no help from Mad Max Lyrics like hype tattoos, go over the dope tracks We booby-traps all our inventions We know the intentions of MC kleptomaniacs Rap brainiacs have cardiacs, soon after the attack When it comes to rhymin', I slam harder than Shaq Accomplish the bio-feedback, more complex than an almanac Keep you up, like an aphrodisiac – idealist, not an opportunist Don't molest no shorty, still in all, I'm "Dangerous" Mentally, you can't talk to me, hear me, or see me – you're not equipped From, street blocks to cell blocks, my vo-cals rock Do more work than a crackhead with a toolbox Jeru – nerve-toucher, mic-ra-phone wrecker If your honey's a Queen, I'll sex her More important – the mind strikes, like the nine strikes A priest by May, you reach for your Uz-ay, when my mind spray {*Preemo flexes that razor sharp turntable wizardry*} [Verse 3: Jeru the Damaja] J-E, Rrrah-U – it's a horror to you Lyrical Kung-Fu – so do your Kung-Fu if you know Kung-Fu Dirty, down, low profile Shoot up jams without the aid of lead projectiles Style's ridiculous, techniques infamous Take more heads than Santa Claus at Christmas Science misfits, meet the wrath of my wit Immediately following, they go into a conniption fit Reach into my bag of darkness, and spark this like an arsonist Blow it up like a terrorist I'm not a sexist, don't have the power to be a racist I'm a scientist, and an activist Complex yet simple, like Mxyzptlk Unlike the silly devil, I don't come with tricks So out there, to all you MC's, return to the righteous way Or meet death face to face when my–mind spray {*Preemo wrecks it like a 12 car collision*}