Chubb Rock - The Mind lyrics

"your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru {*repeat 3x*} [chubb rock] I can taste your s** appeal, ready for the sweet s**m'n Bank accounts all full, love interest be earnin Ben franklins determine, if you get that higher learnin The million man march, starrin mark furhman (it can happen) Lyrical don is the charm for the rappin Give spliff aromas cause many fetal comas No blood donors, I credit diabetics who drink sodas While in the pens lie the ruffneck soldiers, what happened? n***az must have napped! What happened to all of that malcolm x sh** before he got trapped? Before he got capped? when I mean capped, When they put his name on all those cute little spike lee hats And then they say "black is back" For when, n***az now only care about the rent And how to pay rent, and how they trife squad spend Black powder nose landcruise or range rove' Why you runnin for when you forerunnin n***a who drove Your mind "your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru The mind! "your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru My mind! "your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru The mind! "your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru Yes, haha From the inner sanctum, that embruised my medulla You can praise buddha, or you can hail don shula You can change a, religious title, or go praise gold idols No sloth, just go read your bible I'll insinuate the hate that made the, hate kids fight Whether you're m**m, christian, or israelite We monitor, who really praise hannukah The power that I am will make you blow your yarmulke To all ya, don't let me scream up, to call ya My flatbush dushies, or the kids down in somal-ia While we're up here tryin to wiggle to "boombastic" You get, hemmed up and cut down in +park jura**ic+ You're crazed, from that beer juice Acute angles become, obtuse Four white kids, was the first rock group - not! Rabble rousing, in with the chime Laced with the fat rhyme tunneled through my mind "your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru The mind! "your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru The mind! "your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru The mind! "your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru Ha ha Now from the minds of minolta, from the nickel-plate poster From the average jack wack crackheads with oprah As with safe s** with rubbers, as with rappers turnin mothers As for tupac's on the covers, as for million march brothers In ninety-six, while we pinpoint the "crooklyn" spike joint Three kings of the break of dawn become vocal pawns The circumfrence of the bedouins, or is it the thespians For the past three years, I've been eatin more than lesbians Lyricists, get fists, twists, careers become tears Easy gold records, but with no, publishing shares When I bellow, over a hardcore track with a cello Lyrical structure, basting from a fellow, hello Street nucks can't knuckle, billboard chart bullets be chuckle A&r stars become bouregoises, but subtle Why is it the master can't behave with the slave chime Or is it over the domes of weak minds? The mind "your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru The mind! "your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru The mind! "your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru My mind!! "your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru The mind! My mind!! The mind.. My mind!!! ha ha! ahhh, ahhh! ahhhhh!