Logical

[Verse 1: Jeru the Damaja]

I shine the father's light to liberate poor blacks

Some people lying to themselves, I deal in actual facts

Press too hard and you will get smacked, this is more than just talk

I procede to produce beats, knock your tooth loose

Seeing is believing, dog, here's the proof

I chef this up in the lab and a makeshift sample

Back up against the wall, and still fighting

When I thought it was no rhymes left to write, I kept writing

Saw my brothers in South Africa, they were inspiring

And if at first you don't succede, then keep trying

World tours, keep me counting my blessings

Snakes in my circumference, help me learn from life lessons

Had to analyze the wire, just his greatest question

And even when you think a brother's down, I'm steadily pressing

Keep banging out those studio session

And when they think they know my next move, I keep 'em quessing

It's only logical

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[Verse 2: Jeru the Damaja]

Explosive verses blow ya mind like a terrorist

Bust a verbal shot in the crowd, the pro activist

Used to smoke that ganja but it left me listless

This is off the subject, but rhyme too hard, you just might break ya neck

Don't know what's popping, dog, I'm still in effect

And the moves that I make, help me finance my own project

The road gets rough but I'm still climbing

And, even on the cloudiest days, I'm still shining

Like coal one day he can become a precious diamond

The pressures of the world, refine the souls of some men

Others let they being, become filled with hate

And they take it to the grave of the pen, my ball point right

Trying to decipher the lies from the truth

Everybody claim they got the proof

Everybody claim they got the juice

Everybody know the formula, but if you follow

Will you win or lose? It's only logical

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[Verse 3: Jeru the Damaja]

The jewels I drop hit like dope in ya fiends

Although it's dope, it's not the dope you smoke like crack cocaine

Still my product can drive you insane

And on that same note, I flip the mic like drugs

The game's like fiends that cutthroat

Knowledge Wisdom Understanding is the gun that I tote

When the waters get stormy I'm sure to stay afloat

Is this brother for real, the answer is True Indeed

I move a mountain with a mustard seed

You do the research, smack a sucka with the truth

Because we know the truth hurts

And you can talk all you want, but you judge by ya words

Not exploiting no freaks, but I'm constantly pimping

The system, making a killing like O.J. Simpson

All that gangsta talking rap to me is quite comical

Real recognize real, dog, it's only logical