Me or the Papes Jeru the Damaja

was checkmated She claims she loves my mind, cause I'm so intelligent But fuck my mental, she was scheming on my mint Evil inten-tion, to de-plenish the fund She tried to juice me with the pussy cept

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

Invasion Jeru the Damaja

motherfucking villain Under pressure they got me under pressure What's your name your address and phone number Your occupation come down to the station There's been a robbery they claim a nigga fit

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...

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

Anotha Victim Jeru the Damaja

{Miz Marvel} It's the sinister sister, leave mics so hot make hands blister Try to catch me but all you heard was "Damn you just missed her" Daily means and whereabouts, more secret than a whisper

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.

Brooklyn Took It Jeru the Damaja

last dragon Grand groove, Grandmaster, like back in the days Holding my own, on the street and the microphone You can't rip it, I grip it, and flip it Trip it down memory lane, back to the park jams

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

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

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

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

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

The mean streets raised me I used to live dangerously Admist crack-selling armed dangerous felons Plus murderers, drug spot burglars Niggas doing anything to acquire that paper Live the life of crime

Billie Jean Jeru the Damaja

nigga crazy I'm Jeru love she said her name was Billie I continued your minds intact girl you could have my baby She could've played me But smiled and replied behave g I like your style not so maybe

Statik Jeru the Damaja

electromagnetic beam, I get charged rhymes I run right thru em like a big box of Trojan large Mc's tried to hang but its a Brooklyn thang poison slang, poison fang poison pen let me begin, tryin

One Day Jeru the Damaja

One day about six 'o clock I'm woke up By the sound of my buzzer and a car or a truck Screechin' off, so I jump up, scratch my nuts But when I'm like "Who's that?"

Da Bichez Jeru the Damaja

> the bitches The bitches, the bitches <Bitch!

Seinfeld Jeru the Damaja

lenses Ya money, ya 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

D. Original Jeru the Damaja

Willie Bobo Not stressin five-o, hot hand in celo Live in the land of crooks yes Brooklyn's the borough Homicide central, East New York Where the manic, depressive psycho murderers stalk Walk, like

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

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

Physical Stamina Jeru the Damaja

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

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?)

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

Jungle Music Jeru the Damaja

your guns, chains and tone force your religion On me cut my hair, the vibes still exist To destroy the molesters of my heritage But they conceal the drums of evil, my loyal lineage King of kings,

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

Average Nigga Jeru the Damaja

I met this honey named Yolanda You would not believe the things that I told her She had potential so I thought that I would mold her (Break it down son) You would usually see me and her around town

Renegade Slave Jeru the Damaja

> Smarter then Frederick Douglas, and wilder then Ike Turner My will to be free, in your eyes makes me a murderer Creepin late night like a burglar, Study his literature When the kings rise again

Revenge of the Prophet (part 5) Jeru the Damaja

Verse 1 It's been awhile since I escaped the library fightin ignorance everyday, its gettin weary when I think I got him he pulls a slip on me and theres so many soldiers in his fiendous ass army

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

East New York Stamp Jeru tha Damaja

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

99.9 Pa Cent Jeru the Damaja

Fake ho, gangsters and super heroes Cops pull me over like you under arrest Some niggas I know act like bitches without breast Dick riders, I hope you got your latex Cuz flesh gets burnt up during

Bitchez Wit Dikz Jeru the Damaja

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

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

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)

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

More Levels DJ Premier, Bumpy Knuckles

You always gonna have people who don't believe that you really good at what you do You know and that's probably more so because they haven't figured out How to good at what they know or don't even know

If the Papes Come A Tribe Called Quest

trucks Whatever happened to - yellow pages Whatever happened to - burning books Whatever happened to - new ages Your emotions are cheap Cut price cash and carry Your heart on your sleeve For any Tom, Dick or

Flexi With Da Tech(nique) The Artifacts

Master faster I puff izz that causes asthma as dust Some say from NJ, quick to give up papes Beef'll keep it street, defeat niggaz who sleep or reap the concrete status kick your ass with my apparatus

Flexi With Da Tech(nique) Tame One

Master faster I puff izz that causes asthma as dust Some say from NJ, quick to give up papes Beef'll keep it street, defeat niggaz who sleep or reap the concrete status kick your ass with my apparatus

I'm The Man Gang Starr

I say people people come on and check it out now You see the mic in my hand now watch me wreck it now what is a party if the crew ain't there? [what's your name?]

Now's The Time Charlie Parker

Why don't you come over 'bout a quarter to nine Bring all of your fam'ly and I will bring mine If I should bring my brothers and you bring the others Then I can sing a song like Jeru just for you Just

Le Piano De Mauvaise Vie Claude Nougaro

Why don't you come over 'bout a quarter to nine Bring all of your fam'ly and I will bring mine If I should bring my brothers and you bring the others Then I can sing a song like Jeru just for you Just

The Mindstraights Five Fingers Of Funk

Look at his environment what stimulates learning A look in a book or real cash money earning Yearning for a fast break papes and all that Hard work is for jerks what kind of life do you call that?

Rhymin' Wit Kel Keith Murray

(x4) Kel-Vicious: I shook hands with all across the land from here to Japan Back to the motherland up to Canada Nigga I"ll Jeru the Damaja Your rap style is weak and it has no stamina Keith Murray: Ay

Get With Da Wickedness ( The Lady Of Rage

later, if you still be or wanna be a instigator Daz cross the fader (why) cause no one is greater I be that chick with the hits and I'm hittin it I be that chick with the lyrics and I'm spittin it

Suntoucher Groove Armada

SV Urban Organic, Mic mechanic Super human MC powers help me fly around the planet.

Ill Technique Lone Catalysts

me from the storm Cause the city could swallow you whole, so be warned The streets are filled with scorn from dusk to morn I gotta be alerted for all times or be torn From my earthly existence, I

Speak Ya Clout Gang Starr

Verse One: Jeru the Damaja Last year record companies were chumpin me But now like chicks they all be up on me and me so horny, I hit em like a groupie Snatch off my hat wash my dick and keep it