Black Cowboys Jeru the Damaja

like the gutter after the rainstorm My mission to seek, build or destroy Like Deadwood Dick, I be the Black Cowboy And this is the showdown...

Da Bichez Jeru the Damaja

[REFRAIN:] I'm not talking about the queens But <what?> the bitches Not the sisters <what?> the bitches Not the young ladies <what?

Me Not The Paper Jeru the Damaja

("Cause ain't no fiends coming in between me an my dreams See what I mean black? I gets the paper") Microphone thugs flip keys and shit Remember the 80's when niggas was acting crazy?

Me, Not the Paper Jeru the Damaja

why you rock that vest Hard on records, but really pussy, check it I do this for me, and not the paper, strictly 100% ("Cause ain't no fiends coming in between me an my dreams See what I mean black

Statik Jeru the Damaja

be tragic Chorus and I could rock a rhyme with just statik devastating, I gotcha heart pulsating ool-age, you need aid, ejaculating rhymes like semen, Mc's is scheming tryin to bag me baby black

The Frustrated Nigga Jeru the Damaja

Out of the fog into the smog, he walks in he's ready for victory He walks again by night, ruthlessly meeting wit the unknown It's the educated field nigga, trained in guerilla Warfare plus equipped

Scientifical Madness Jeru the Damaja

(Chorus) Scientifical Madness Scientifical Madness My status is the baddest (Repeat Again) (Verse 1) There's a hole in the ozone layer I'm rippin vampires You think I give a fuck Who's the

Verbal Battle Jeru the Damaja

Intro: Jeru The Damaja In the time when hip hop was strong The Supahuman Klik ruled the land Bringin that futuristic hip hop, presently in time The first lieutenant in arms of the Supahuman Klik

Invasion Jeru the Damaja

King got fucked up With friends like these who needs enemies Constantly harassing, filling up my nuts like a Klansman Snatching up a nigga for nuttin I heard bad guys wear black So I guess I'm the

Presha Jeru the Damaja

Intro: This goes out to all my young brothers and sisters Hold ya head, things ain't always what they seem I'm about to give you a dose of reality Real deal {Jeru The Damaja} Nowaways, records

What a Day Jeru the Damaja

Woke up this morning had a spliff for breakfast Slept good cuz the toast wasn't under the matress Hop up in the shower, give my honie a kiss I'm thinkin, I wish, everyday start like this Turn on

Renegade Slave Jeru the Damaja

teach ya whores to fight for the cause The beast roars, I don't drink, I'm takin heads like the moors I keep it, jungle naughty, ya put a razor to yours That's crazy fake like house niggas rockin bikini

Me or the Papes Jeru the Damaja

the days, I woulda scraped her for this caper But I realize, it wasn't me it was the paper Let me kick it, about the digits, that I've collected Long distance, and disconnected, it's gettin hectic

One Day Jeru the Damaja

nobody speaks up So I go to the door there's a note it says: "We have Hip-Hop hostage with guns to his throat, Do the right thing and we might let him go, But if you call the police, that's all she

Ya Playin Yaself Jeru the Damaja

Intro: Jeru Yo, are you a pimp, a hustler? No I'm not. Are you a man, and can you stand alone like a man has to sometimes? Yes I can.

Blak Luv Jeru the Damaja

(laughter) *scratching* *Down the world is...* {Jeru The Damaja} This is to my brothers and sisters in the ghetto Avoid jail legend, fingerprints on full metal Jackets like design, so that you

Anotha Victim Jeru the Damaja

Cut sharper than a scissor, lookin for the love elixir Like most listeners, let them know it's all in they reach Spittin my verbal attack with the impeccable speech How bout niggas, gotta keep your

Average Nigga Jeru the Damaja

With that I pulls out my pack of hats She looks me dead in the eye and says "What's that?"

Jungle Music Jeru the Damaja

It started on the sands of land of the mother Word to mother, king like my father My style survived slave ships, whips, and chains, hardships Still through all this the praise roll off my lips Bring

99.9 Pa Cent Jeru the Damaja

pro sex The arrest echoes through your project Met Billie Jean, had safe sex Some MC's get caught up in the vortex Mixing crack with sex, so they sold for fat checks Listen to the words I manifest

Great Solar Stance Jeru the Damaja

What niggas deal, they last 24 I did in the first Before the doctor cleaned off the afterbirth I kicked a verse, smoked a blunt, shooked the Earth Smacked the physician, and fucked the nurse The

Come Clean Jeru the Damaja

The results you're a gang stuffed in a car trunk You couldn't come to the jungles of the East poppin that game You won't survive get live catchin wreck is our thing I don't gang bang or shoot out bang

Revenge of the Prophet (part 5) Jeru the Damaja

One of the fiercest, is this nigga named Tricknology the last time we met, he got the drop on me shit happens so fast he even got some of my family blasted my way up out the building when I catch

Tha Bullshit Jeru the Damaja

Ladies and gentlemen Children of all ages It's me, Jeru the Damaja And I'm here to present to you today The bullshit Yes, this is the bullshit, the extreme bullshit The absolute bullshit This

East New York Stamp Jeru tha Damaja

[Jeru] Samurai linguist, others suck like ?conalingist?

Bitchez Wit Dikz Jeru the Damaja

Intro: Jeru The Damaja Yes yes Check it out right here now, knowhatimean?

D. Original Jeru the Damaja

Verse One: Dirty rotten scoundrel, that's what I'm called, on the street Could connive and cheat but rarely get beat Ya see I'm streetwise, a con-game pro Kickin the Bobby bullshit, too smart for

Physical Stamina Jeru the Damaja

Afu: Yo 'Ru Jeru: Yo whassup? Afu: Yo, c'mere, c'mere.

Mental Stamina Jeru the Damaja

Yo yo, c'mere c'mere Yo let's freak that rhyme we was freakin the other night (Yo I'm wit it yo just set it off) I'm sayin though, after this, it's no turnin back 'Fu (Aiyyo just set it off man)

Too Perverted Jeru the Damaja

Ain't nothin worse than a wack mc Unfortunately that's all that surrounds me So I come to crush the un - stable structure It's the return of the dopest Brooklyn motherfucker To ever, ignite the mic

Whatever Jeru the Damaja

(For reals) Be tryin' to like...they infiltrated the camp, and now they, they wanna take the style and claim it for they owns, ya know? (That's how you feel?)

Seinfeld Jeru the Damaja

car and how live you and your mens is Knowin who your friends is, millionaire dollar shoppin benjeses Ya money how much them timbs is In my roll, fuckin shit raw, gettin driz-niz Me and ya dip, in the

Brooklyn Took It Jeru the Damaja

(Ah check it out...check it out yo) (Repeat 4x) Here's the remedy, for all your cornball raps Brooklyn's back on the map, I'm not bragging Defeating all foes, bring your styles I stomp out the

My Mind Spray Jeru the Damaja

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 Primo can* Thunder on your Dome with no help from Mad

Billie Jean Jeru the Damaja

Yo Yo Yo I'm bout to tell you about the time I ran into Billie Jean Shorty that Michael Jackson sung about on his joint Yo she was a crazy freak She use to be buggin out and all that yaknamean I'm

Friends Jeru the Damaja

Verse 1 [jeru]: Friends is a word that I use loosely Because you never know who these people may be Some you just miss them, you know from way back When you used to dig brock and snatch chains and

El presidente DJ Honda f/ Jeru the Damaja

Artist: DJ Honda f/ Jeru the Damaja Album: 2000 Song: El Presidente [Intro] (scratching) It's the old sama Of the commie sama With the Ichiban DJ King of the Iron Fist We nasty at this

Black Cowboys Bruce Springsteen

Raney William's playground was among Haven's streets Where he ran past melted candles and flower wreaths Names and photos of the young black faces Whose death and blood consecrated these places Raney's

Cowboys The Fugees

fractured You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct Inside tough guys are feminine like sheena easton Woman cry, woman cry, son still dies Thrown off the building like the fall guy Caved in the grave

Cowboys Fugees

Cowboys This is the Fugees, Outsiders up in here: [CLEF]:CHORUS Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side, No the nigger dies.

Cowboys kent

The wires dream About swallows in the spring I dreamed about my childhood Surrounded by dead things Awakened by the humming That the machines make when they sleep At least I woke up smiling So

Cowboys Counting Crows

Cowboys on the road tonight Crying in their sleep If I was a hungry man with a gun in my hand And some promises to keep Who wanted to change the world What뭩 as easy as murder?

Cowboys PORTISHEAD

Did you feed us tales of deceit, Conceal the tongues who need to speak? Subtle lies and a soiled coin, The truth is sold, the deal is done.

Cowboys From Hell Pantera

Cowboys From Hell Under the lights where we stand tall Nobody touches us at all Showdown, shootout, spread fear within, without We're gonna take what's ours to have Spread the word throughout

Cowboys From Hell Pantera

Under the lights where we stand tall Nobody touches us at all Showdown, shootout, spread fear within, without We're gonna take what's ours to have Spread the word throughout the land They say the

Cowboys From Hell Pantera

Cowboys From Hell Under the lights where we stand tall Nobody touches us at all Showdown, shootout, spread fear within, without We're gonna take what's ours to have Spread the word throughout

COWBOYS FROM HELL PANTERA

say bad guys wear black we're tagged and can't turn back you see us coming and you all together run for cover here we come reach for your gun and you better listen Well my friend you

COWBOYS FROM HELL PANTERA

say bad guys wear black we're tagged and can't turn back you see us coming and you all together run for cover here we come reach for your gun and you better listen Well my friend you

Sacred Cowboys Bruce Dickinson

can get all the things you never needed You can sell people crap and make them eat it Where is our John Wayne Where is our sacred cowboys now?

Sinaloa Cowboys Bruce Springsteen

He came north with his brother Louis to California three years ago They crossed at the river levee, when Louis was just sixteen And found work together in the fields of the San Joaquin They left their