Ambur Laineg, Javato Jones, Jeru the Damaja - Come Clean lyrics

You wanna front what? Jump up and get bucked
If you're feeling lucky duck
Then press your luck
I snatch fake-gangster emcees and
Make ’em faggot flambé
Your nine spray, my mind spray
Malignant mist that'll leave comp defunct
The result's your remains stuffed
In a car trunk
You couldn’t come to the jungles of
The East popping that yang
You won't survive get live catching
Wreck is our thing
I don't gang bang or shoot out bang bang
The relentless lyrics the only dope I slang
(I'm a true master
You can check my credentials)
'Cause, I choose to use my infinite potential
Got a freaky, freaky, freaky freaky flow
Control the mic like Fidel Castro locked Cuba
So deep that you can't scuba dive
My jive's origin is unknown like the Jubas
I've accumulated honeys all across the map
’Cause, I’d rather bust a nut than bust a cap
In your back in fact my
Rap snaps your sacroilliac
I'm the mack so I don’t need to tote a Mac
My attack is purely mental and
It's nature's not hate
It's meant to wake ya up
Out of your brainwashed state
Stagnate nonsense, for if you persist
You’ll get your snotbox bust you
Press up on this i flip, hoes dip
None of the real niggas skip
You don't know enough math to count
The mics that I've ripped
Peep the Dirty Rotten scamp as
His verbal weapons spit

Uh oh! Heads up 'cause
We're dropping some shit!

Real, rough and rugged
Shine like a gold nugget
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
Unplug it on chumps with the gangster babble
Leave your nines at home and bring
Your skills to the battle