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