Jeru the Damaja, Afu-Ra - East New York Stamp lyrics
Jeru the Damaja
[Jeru the Damaja, Afu-Ra - East New York Stamp lyrics]
Samurai linguist
Others suck like cunnilingus
I burn shit up like a poisoned penis
Make your whole style seem meaningless
Match wit's wit this
Call your squad the hole of Fortress
I swoop down like a dirty Brooklyn pigeon
Swing my sword wit precision
Lightning speed blurs your vision
Like a surgeon wit razor sharp incision
Subconcious like hypnotism
Water on the brain, the mental baptism
Put your aura in prison block up your chi
And bend your light like a prism
Yeah, ghost walkin the dog stand personified
Study lessons and plant seeds to fertilize
Straight up
I slaughter the? that's got the order
Spit flyin straight at my mouth is holy water
I damage flows
On the mics crushin your matter
And saw you scatter
And couldn't put you back together
Fist of ten rings
I'm scrapin Jews up out the gutter
Hittin ya
Splittin ya floss like Forest Whitaker
Sick wit the
Get wit the thoughts next to KIM
With the utmost
You want lyrics? here's an overdose
Preverb'll Taoist, styles you'll be a ghost
I did it a lot, I been in the spot
I rip it alot
And now some motherfuckas wanna try
To scheme and plot
And takin chances in life like throwin dice
It's Afu-Ra, I return from death twice
You talkin bout skills? yeah yeah
I'm twice as nice
Take it to the apex, and push it high-tech
These petty MC's
They picture paintin hot sex
I melt tracks, I bomb sets wit hot wax
You want some spiritual syllables
Wit the chemicals
Murdered down eighty-five percent subliminal
Ten percent, fire burn em wit my visual
Five percent
We break bread all in the mental
I keep it comin like rotisserie
And missin me straight up and down
I let you know I do it wickedly
It's the Code of the Samurai, prepare to die
Know you'll die, Brooklyn E-N-Y
It's the Code of the Samurai
Others suck like cunnilingus
I burn shit up like a poisoned penis
Make your whole style seem meaningless
Match wit's wit this
Call your squad the hole of Fortress
I swoop down like a dirty Brooklyn pigeon
Swing my sword wit precision
Lightning speed blurs your vision
Like a surgeon wit razor sharp incision
Subconcious like hypnotism
Water on the brain, the mental baptism
Put your aura in prison block up your chi
And bend your light like a prism
Yeah, ghost walkin the dog stand personified
Study lessons and plant seeds to fertilize
Straight up
I slaughter the? that's got the order
Spit flyin straight at my mouth is holy water
I damage flows
On the mics crushin your matter
And saw you scatter
And couldn't put you back together
Fist of ten rings
I'm scrapin Jews up out the gutter
Hittin ya
Splittin ya floss like Forest Whitaker
Sick wit the
Get wit the thoughts next to KIM
With the utmost
You want lyrics? here's an overdose
Preverb'll Taoist, styles you'll be a ghost
I did it a lot, I been in the spot
I rip it alot
And now some motherfuckas wanna try
To scheme and plot
And takin chances in life like throwin dice
It's Afu-Ra, I return from death twice
You talkin bout skills? yeah yeah
I'm twice as nice
Take it to the apex, and push it high-tech
These petty MC's
They picture paintin hot sex
I melt tracks, I bomb sets wit hot wax
You want some spiritual syllables
Wit the chemicals
Murdered down eighty-five percent subliminal
Ten percent, fire burn em wit my visual
Five percent
We break bread all in the mental
I keep it comin like rotisserie
And missin me straight up and down
I let you know I do it wickedly
It's the Code of the Samurai, prepare to die
Know you'll die, Brooklyn E-N-Y
It's the Code of the Samurai