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*Premier cuts and scratches Jeru saying "My Mind Spray" for four bars*I annihilate, as I articulateWords of power, your ryhmes are unconfounding so death's your fateOstentatious genius, of rappinIs mentally clappin to take hip-hop back, thats what's happeninProficiency and ingenuityPlus more styles, than a Shaolin mon-es-taryIn poetry my formula's deadlyBring your hypest man in your army another casual-tySlow like demise I crept on those that sleptDroppin my ryhme science like I'm ImhotepApplication of mind over matterMade fools scatter, rhymes fatter, minds splatterYour girl bend over and over and overMC's try to touch the Damaja but you just can't winExcellent with the word play, you layFace down, when my, mind spray*Premier does his thing again like only Primo can*Thunder on your Dome with no help from Mad MaxLyrics like hype tattooes go over the dope tracksWe booby-traps, all our inventionsWe know the intentions of MC kleptomaniacsRap brainiacs have cardiacs soon after the attackWhen it comes to ryhmin I slam harder than ShaqAccomplish the bio-feedback, more complex than an almanacKeep you up like an afrodesiacIdealist not an opportunistDon't molest no shorty still in all, I'm dangerousMentally you can't talk to me, hear me, or see meYou're not equippedFrom, street blocks to cell blocks my vo-cals rockDo more work than a crackhead with a, toolboxJeru never touch-er, mic-ra-phone wreckerIf your honey's a Queen I'll sex herMore important, the mind strikes like the nine strikesa priest by MayYou reach for your uzay, when my mind spray*Primo flexes that razor sharp turntable wizardry*J-E, Rrrah-U it's a horror to youLyrical kung-fu so do your kung-fu if you know kung-fuDirty, down low profileShoot up jams without the aid of lead projectilesStyle's ridiculous, techniques infamousTake more heads than Santa Claus at ChristmasScience misfits, meet the rath of my witImmediately following, they go into a conniption fitReach into my bag of darkness and spark this like an arsonistBlow up like a terroristI'm not a sexist dont have the power to be a racistI'm a scientist, and an activistComplex yeah simple like MixelplicsUnlike the silly devil, I don't come with tricks/TrixSo out there to all you MC's return to the righteous wayOr meet death face to face when my, mind spray*Primo wrecks it like a 12 car collision*
*Premier cuts and scratches Jeru saying "My Mind Spray" for four bars*I annihilate, as I articulateWords of power, your ryhmes are unconfounding so death's your fateOstentatious genius, of rappinIs mentally clappin to take hip-hop back, thats what's happeninProficiency and ingenuityPlus more styles, than a Shaolin mon-es-taryIn poetry my formula's deadlyBring your hypest man in your army another casual-tySlow like demise I crept on those that sleptDroppin my ryhme science like I'm ImhotepApplication of mind over matterMade fools scatter, rhymes fatter, minds splatterYour girl bend over and over and overMC's try to touch the Damaja but you just can't winExcellent with the word play, you layFace down, when my, mind spray*Premier does his thing again like only Primo can*Thunder on your Dome with no help from Mad MaxLyrics like hype tattooes go over the dope tracksWe booby-traps, all our inventionsWe know the intentions of MC kleptomaniacsRap brainiacs have cardiacs soon after the attackWhen it comes to ryhmin I slam harder than ShaqAccomplish the bio-feedback, more complex than an almanacKeep you up like an afrodesiacIdealist not an opportunistDon't molest no shorty still in all, I'm dangerousMentally you can't talk to me, hear me, or see meYou're not equippedFrom, street blocks to cell blocks my vo-cals rockDo more work than a crackhead with a, toolboxJeru never touch-er, mic-ra-phone wreckerIf your honey's a Queen I'll sex herMore important, the mind strikes like the nine strikesa priest by MayYou reach for your uzay, when my mind spray*Primo flexes that razor sharp turntable wizardry*J-E, Rrrah-U it's a horror to youLyrical kung-fu so do your kung-fu if you know kung-fuDirty, down low profileShoot up jams without the aid of lead projectilesStyle's ridiculous, techniques infamousTake more heads than Santa Claus at ChristmasScience misfits, meet the rath of my witImmediately following, they go into a conniption fitReach into my bag of darkness and spark this like an arsonistBlow up like a terroristI'm not a sexist dont have the power to be a racistI'm a scientist, and an activistComplex yeah simple like MixelplicsUnlike the silly devil, I don't come with tricks/TrixSo out there to all you MC's return to the righteous wayOr meet death face to face when my, mind spray*Primo wrecks it like a 12 car collision*
