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jeru the damaja - god of rhyming lyrics

[intro: jeru the damaja]
count me in

[hook: 3×]
jeru!

[verse 1: jeru the damaja]
i commit to sn+tch up the drum
or flip on the back piper
devil [?] your nose trying bomb+rush my cypha
finesse chicks, finesse mics, finesse [?]
lyrical magician performing microphone tricks
sk!lls are always strapped so play task for this troop+a
[?] the combat, i catch wreck hood+a
not a drug fanatic, still i stay charged on buddha
since the last dope, i guess i’m a dope shoot+a, root+a, toot+a
but not a cowboy, a wild+wild boy
you want mic wreck, then check the real mccoy
i’m slaying suckers like hat vills the fat mac k!lls
with the rap sk!lls, heat wheels like coal steel
i don’t need a glock, cause i sling+sling in my slingshot
sk!lls come down like waters and blow up the spot
a legend in my own timing, steadily climbing… ah f+ck it!
i’m the god of rhyming

[hook: 3×]
jeru!

[verse 2: jeru the damaja]
d+a, m+a, j+a, slay+a
punk n+gga on the spot as i rock this way
broke pump from jumps so all you crabs know the flave
i’m ripping up the tracks like the back a slaves
the masses are amazed by the way i flips it
psycho+kinetic energy manipulates it
so when snake stepped up for the 12 round+bout
like tyson from brooklyn, one round i put ’em out
science is the tool i use like a mechanic
so rhymes are dope, mechanically+incline
breaking comp like china, ain’t a n+gga nicer, i’ma
maniac going wild with my nine
master of the sun, moon and stars are shining…
i’m the god of rhyming

[hook: 7×]
jeru!

[verse 3: jeru the damaja]
step to the brother on the mic and you’ll find
you’ll be struck dumb, like a punk sipping moonshine
no chance to recover, [?] scramble
f+cked up for life, sl!ck you shouldn’t have gambled
rhymes are [?], the hardcore hoodlum
i get wreck, respect and then some
some say weak glances and sucker advances
go scratch by your nuts, since your life taking chances
i’m here to put you on, in case you didn’t know
you could get clapped in the gat, by the mac one+o
favorites that’s shown, i flip a bother on crack+a
i be the hijacker maniac bushwacka!
heard many tales about the land of compton
but i don’t give a f+ck cause brooklyn bothers stomping
combine line from the top of my head
smoke stupid sess and my pops is a dread
don’t have a ride so i [?] junction
i’m not a chump, don’t make a chump assumption
i see you scheming, but that don’t phase the
damaja, so go ahead and flip with the razor
i see you sneaking up from behind
but don’t you… trying challenge the god of the rhyme

- jeru the damaja lyrics

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