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*}