Gang Starr - My Mind Spray lyrics

*Premier cuts and scratches Jeru saying "My Mind Spray" for four bars* [Verse 1: Jeru the Damaja] I annihilate, as I articulate Words of power, your rhymes are unconfounding so d**h's your fate Ostentatious genius, of rappin Is mentally clappin to take hip-hop back, thats what's happenin Proficiency and ingenuity Plus more styles, than a Shaolin mon-es-tary In poetry my formula's deadly Bring your hypest man in your army, another casual-ty Slow like demise, I crept on those that slept Droppin' my rhyme science like I'm Imhotep Application of mind over matter Made fools scatter, rhymes fatter, minds splatter Your girl bend over and over and over Emcees try to touch the 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* [Verse 2: Jeru the Damaja] Thunder on your Dome with no help from Mad Max Lyrics like hype tattooes go over the dope tracks We b**by-traps, all our inventions We know the intentions of MC kleptomaniacs Rap brainiacs have cardiacs, soon after the attack When it comes to rhymin', I slam harder than Shaq Accomplish the bio-feedback, more complex than an almanac Keep you up, like an aphrodisiac Idealist, not an opportunist Don't molest, no shorty still in all, I'm dangerous Mentally you can't talk to me, hear me, or see me You're not equipped From, street blocks to cell blocks, my vo-cals rock Do more work than a crackhead, with a toolbox Jeru nerve touch-er, mic-ra-phone wrecker If your honey's a Queen, I'll s** her More important the mind strikes, like the nine strikes A priest by May, you reach for your uz-ay, when my mind spray *Primo flexes that razor sharp turntable wizardry* [Verse 3: Jeru the Damaja] J-E, Rrrah-U it's a horror to you Lyrical kung-fu so do your kung-fu if you know kung-fu Dirty, down low profile Shoot up jams without the aid of lead projectiles Style's ridiculous, techniques infamous Take more heads than Santa Claus at Christmas Science misfits, meet the wrath of my wit Immediately following, they go into a conniption fit Reach into my bag of darkness and spark this like an arsonist Blow it up like a terrorist I'm not a s**ist don't have the power to be a racist I'm a scientist, and an activist Complex yet simple like Mixelplix Unlike the silly devil, I don't come with tricks/Trix So out there to all you MC's return to the righteous way Or meet d**h face to face when my, mind spray *Primo wrecks it like a 12 car collision*