Chubb Rock - The Mind Lyrics
Your nine spray, my mind spray -> jeru {*repeat 3x*}[chubb rock]I can taste your sex appeal, ready for the sweet spermnBank accounts all full, love interest be earninBen franklins determine, if you get that higher learninThe million man march, starrin mark furhman (it can happen)Lyrical don is the charm for the rappinGive spliff aromas cause many fetal comasNo blood donors, I credit diabetics who drink sodasWhile in the pens lie the ruffneck soldiers, what happened?Niggaz must have napped!What happened to all of that malcolm x shit before he got trapped?Before he got capped? when I mean capped,When they put his name on all those cute little spike lee hatsAnd then they say black is backFor when, niggaz now only care about the rentAnd how to pay rent, and how they trife squad spendBlack powder nose landcruise or range roveWhy you runnin for when you forerunnin nigga who droveYour mindYour nine spray, my mind spray -> jeruThe mind!Your nine spray, my mind spray -> jeruMy mind!Your nine spray, my mind spray -> jeruThe mind!Your nine spray, my mind spray -> jeruYes, hahaFrom the inner sanctum, that embruised my medullaYou can praise buddha, or you can hail don shulaYou can change a, religious title, or go praise gold idolsNo sloth, just go read your bibleIll insinuate the hate that made the, hate kids fightWhether youre muslim, christian, or israeliteWe monitor, who really praise hannukahThe power that I am will make you blow your yarmulkeTo all ya, dont let me scream up, to call yaMy flatbush dushies, or the kids down in somal-iaWhile were up here tryin to wiggle to boombasticYou get, hemmed up and cut down in +park jurassic+Youre crazed, from that beer juiceAcute angles become, obtuseFour white kids, was the first rock group - not!Rabble rousing, in with the chimeLaced with the fat rhyme tunneled through my mindYour nine spray, my mind spray -> jeruThe mind!Your nine spray, my mind spray -> jeruThe mind!Your nine spray, my mind spray -> jeruThe mind!Your nine spray, my mind spray -> jeruHa haNow from the minds of minolta, from the nickel-plate posterFrom the average jack wack crackheads with oprahAs with safe sex with rubbers, as with rappers turnin mothersAs for tupacs on the covers, as for million march brothersIn ninety-six, while we pinpoint the crooklyn spike jointThree kings of the break of dawn become vocal pawnsThe circumfrence of the bedouins, or is it the thespiansFor the past three years, Ive been eatin more than lesbiansLyricists, get fists, twists, careers become tearsEasy gold records, but with no, publishing sharesWhen I bellow, over a hardcore track with a celloLyrical structure, basting from a fellow, helloStreet nucks cant knuckle, billboard chart bullets be chuckleA&r stars become bouregoises, but subtleWhy is it the master cant behave with the slave chimeOr is it over the domes of weak minds?The mindYour nine spray, my mind spray -> jeruThe mind!Your nine spray, my mind spray -> jeruThe mind!Your nine spray, my mind spray -> jeruMy mind!!Your nine spray, my mind spray -> jeruThe mind!My mind!!The mind..My mind!!! ha ha! ahhh, ahhh! ahhhhh!
