Jeru the damaja - Lyrics

[Skillixxl]

hat jemand von euch die lyric dazu ?
oder weiß jemand wo man sie eventuell finden könnte ?
danek schon mal im voraus
greetz to nobody

[Raptor]

Kuck mal auf www.ohhla.com da gibts den Text garantiert. Ich wollte den Text hier reinkopieren aber irgentwie ist die Seite total langsam. Ich hab 1min gewartet und trotz DSL gings irgentwie nicht weiter.

[Skillixxl]

okay das kommtt jetzt total billig aber ich machs
Verse One:

You wanna front, what?
Jump up and get bucked
If you're feeling lucky duck
Then press your luck
I snatch fake gangsta MC's and make em faggot flambe
Your nine spray, my mind spray
Malignant mist steadily pumps the funk
The results you're a gang stuffed in a car trunk
You couldn't come to the jungles of the East poppin that game
You won't survive get live catchin wreck is our thing
I don't gang bang or shoot out bang bang
The relentless lyrics the only dope I slang
I'm a true master you can check my credentials
Cuz I choose to use my infinite potentials
Got a freaky, freaky, freaky-freaky flow
Control the mic like fidel castro locked cuba
So deep that you can scuba dive/my jive
Origin is unknown like the Jubas
I've accumulated honies all across the map
Cuz I'd rather bust a nut then bust a cap in
Ya back in fact my rap snaps ya sacroilliac
I'm the mack so i don't need to tote a Mac
My attack is purely mental and its nature's not hate
It's meant to wake ya up out of ya brainwashed state
Stagnate nonsense but if you persist
You'll get ya snotbox bust you press up on this
I flip hoes dip none of the real niggas slip
You don't know enough math to count the mics that I ripped
Keep the Dirty Rotten Scoundrel as his verbal weapons spit

Verse Two:

Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
Every time i pick up the microphone i drug it
Unplug it on chumps with the gangsta babble
Leave your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle
You're rattlin' on and on and ain't sayin nothing
That's why you got snuffed when you bump heads with Dirty Rotten
Have you forgotten, i'll tap you [jaw]
I also kick like kung fu flicks by run run shaw
Made frauds bleed every time I g'd
Cuz i've perfected my drunken style like sam seed
Pseudo psychos i play like Michael
Jackson when i'm bustin ass and breakin backs
Inhale the putrified aroma
Breathe too deep and you'll wind up coma-
tose the king i'm hard like a fifth of vodka
And bring your clique cuz i'm a hard rock knocka
I gotcha, out on a limb i'm about to push you off the brink
Let you draw your craw but you burnin' shot breaks
When the East is in the house you should come equipped

Verse Three:

Fly like a jet sting like a hornet
Knuckleheads get live and set it off if you want it
Dirty rotten scoundrels is crushin fools no joke
With styles more fatal than second hand smoke
Don't provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor
Cuz I blow up spots like the world trade center
Come with the super trooper on his assault mission
The tech's technique cuz he's a technician
Wishin he'll go away won't help the weapons stop
The skills are shot cuz any idiot can let off a glock
Hard rock smellin the clutch of this untoucha
You claim you got beef on the streets so whatcha
Gonna do when real niggaz roll up on you
And you don't got your crew
Pull your glock but you don't got the heart
You was webbed straight from the start
Bought a tool and didn't learn how to use it
Got lost in Brooklyn so you had to lose it
Just for frontin you got that ass waxed

[Fotee36]

[The Prophet]
I, leap over lies in a single bound (Who are you?)
The Black Prophet
One day I got struck by Knowledge of Self
It gave me super-scientifical powers
Now I, run through the ghetto
Battlin my, arch nemesis Mr. Ignorance
He's been tryin to take me out since the days of my youth
He feared this day would come
I'm hot on his trail, but sometimes he slips away
Because he has an army, they always give me trouble
Mainly - Hatred, Jealousy and Envy they attack me
They think they got me
But I use my super-science and I twist all three
I see sparks over that buildin - they're shootin at me
I dip, do a backflip
Then hit em in the heart with sharp steel bookmarks
Ignorance hates when I drop it
But no matter, what he do.. he can't stop the Prophet

[Deceit]
Yo Prophet, yo Prophet, c'mere real quick
Yo I just saw Ignorance downtown, let me put you on

[Girl #2]
Word, he down there buggin
He got them illin out, they shootin and everything else..

[The Prophet]
Let's continue the saga, mad mad drama
I met this chick, she said she knew where Ignorance was at
I said, "Where?"
She said, "Downtown"
He had babies havin babies - and young niggaz sellin crack
I think the bitch is lyin, it's a set up
I can smell it, but Ignorance is runnin rampant
Aight baby show me the exact spot
Meet me at Quint and Skimmelhorn at 3 on the dot
So I hops up on the A-Train, I'm bein followed
My seventh sense senses danger
I turn around, it's Anger
and he brought a mob along, it's the same old song
Despair and Animosity got broke with the swiftness
I don't know what they think this is
I feel a sharp pain in my neck
Now I can't see, I'm like Hiram
They hit me with the dart filled with the pork chop serum
I tried to hold on but before long I dropped
When I awoke I was locked in the barber's shop
Trapped in the barber's chair
Oh no, they're gonna try and cut my hair
But that can't stop the Prophet

[Anger]
Yo Prophet!
Ignorance is tired of you followin him around
We about to put an end to that RIGHT NOW
Anamosity (YEA!) Despair (YO WHASSUP?) Get him!!

[The Prophet]
A few minutes passed by, I hear a buzzin noise
It was that chick with some of Ignorance's boys
She said, "Prophet, we got you beat;
by the way I'm Mr. Ignorance's wife, Deceit.
But enough talk; now for your hair cut.."
When the clippers touched my hair, they blew the **** up
After the explosion there was no one left
Cause I know Dim Mak/poison hand/touch of death
My vision's still kinda blurry, but I see a clue
Ignorance is at the library
I hurry, with lightning speed like The Flash
He's at the big one, on Grand, Army Plaz'
When I get inside the doors shut and the lights go off
Damn, another trap
I hear a hissin sound, I smell a funny smell
I gasp, I can't breathe
Ignorance is laughin at me
Waitin on my downfall, but he can't stop the Prophet

[Mr. Ignorance]
Well Prophet
It seems like you're in a bit of a jam
I hope you can unstick yourself
Oh, and what you did to my wife, it was nothing
I have others
Hahahahahaha... hahahahaha.. hahahahahah...

"The saga continues!"

[Fotee36]

You wanna front WHAT?? Jump up and get bucked
The original, Dirty Rotten's ****in shit up
Empty your clip of lyrics, in your chest and gut
All punks play the floor, it's raw and hardcore
Hotter than a meteor, scorching ego's
Fake ho, gangsters and super heroes
Cops pull me over like you under arrest
Some niggas I know act like bitches without breast
Dick riders, I hope you got your latex
Cuz flesh gets burnt up during the pro sex
The arrest echoes through your project
Met Billie Jean, had safe sex
Some MC's get caught up in the vortex
Mixing crack with sex, so they sold for fat checks
Listen to the words I manifest, The moment of truth have cats stressed
Everytime you in the east, they snatch the chain off your chest
Actin like you want some, but wan't none
Quick to make your finger like a gun, but faggots
never bust none

Chorus: repeat 4X

99.9 Pa Cent of these niggas ain't shit
And most of these niggas suck dick

<<Why should I waste my time?>>

Amateuristic martial arts is the number one cause of injury
Biters try to imuliate my outcomy, you poisoned by the chemistry
99.9 Pa Cent of these niggas suck dick in the industry
Swords in my back, all for the benjies
I'm screamin off key, another body? No I'm back in 3D
Plus I can take the weight, I make the Earth rotate
Dick riders suply the gas, watch niggas head inflate
Wantin respect, bust suspect hit the deck
This ain't just talk, Brooklyn East New York is on the set
Friendship vs. B.I. I keep my thoughts,
Laser sharp jagged edges bust your third eye
Vessel of the most high, bullshit, they demand you supply
but don't get caught the same nigga'll testify
Switch like a bitch, you not from East New York
Youse a mother****in snitch

Chorus

<<Why should I waste my time?>>

Hip-Hop, Jim Kelly, leave the mic dead and smelly
Freak show, flows and hoes back at the telly
Not your average nigga, gets more nasty than Dirk Diggler
I'm back like the night, swoopin down on The Riddler
Fake thugs talk tough, but he's off the trigger
So shook ya shiver, poison verbs like alcohol destroy ya liver
Make ya volcanic hot, niggas got problems like Sir Smoke-a-Lot
Cannibals bitin my dick, I need a tetnus shot
I'm the original, in cause your forgot, when it comes to war
I get raw, add another mic to the one's I rip
Shootin the gift, when the East is in the house
You should come equipped

Chorus

<<Why should I waste my time?>>

Word up, peace I'm out
The original Dirty Rotten Scoundrel

[Fotee36]

What niggas deal, they last 24 I did in the first
Before the doctor cleaned off the afterbirth
I kicked a verse, smoked a blunt, shooked the Earth
Smacked the physician, and ****ed the nurse
The truth hurts, like a sword in the hand of this expert
Cuttin through your soul, like your best friend did your dirt
Mental like physical blows destroy ego's
Your style is Babylonian, like dicks in assholes
The drama unfolds, don't mean nothing up my nose
I can't stand snow, it only blows like nitro
Blistering, my flows I'm splittin, so I hope you listening
Super shoutout to all my niggas in prison
Shout to the pyramids, the cypher and scription
Science fact not fiction, I cut with precision
Speak multiplication, subration, addition
Division, Great Solar Stance burns compition

"This-this-this-this is the Showdown"

I put you in the chicken wing like Bob Backlund,
jack ya team captain
Bring drama like summer night, ghetto action
Some honies got it twisted, fat asses I mash 'em
Cops like jewels, back in the days I snatch 'em
You catch a tantrem, date how the raws rockin the drum
Float like the white lotus, kill like Whitey in Vietnam
You should peel arm, gorilla tactics like Viacom
Set shit on fire like a bomb, up in smoke like Cheech & Chong
True blacks too strong can't let nothin stand in my way
Shit will get thick like Juice 60 in Friday
In Brooklyn, kill MC's like Captain Hook your children
To rappers I'm a villain, fill esteem wan't my secret like Samson
Picture so hard, I stunt your grandson son
Teleport from Coast To Coast like Spaceghost
Like soy butter on my breakfast toast
And when It comes to makin it nasty, I flips it the most

"This-this-this-this-this is the Showdown"
"This-this-this-this-this is the Showdown"

Setting it off like pistols in the projects
The climax hold ya six like nasty hot wet sex
But string tech I catch wreck, ejucalate when I inject
Not a player hatter, regulator, trick niggas get checked
When I resurrect hip hop, you know the bullshit stop
Like you got the oo-wop, the pops and what nots
Fruity like Ed Koch, ya straight boo-tops, I'm top notch
Super funky like a derelict prostitute prop
Ya hear gun shots, the coroner shows up to take flicks
Shit is feet, but no feet shit like chicks with dicks
Ya throat flip too quick, to blaze magnetic
Paramedics roll up on the scene,
it's tragic, don't deal with Magic
Johnson, renegade like Charles Bronson
Packing a force like 18 Bronzemen
Grand larson, excelent marksmen arson
Fire, water, earth, metal, wind

[mastaofdisasta]

Hat zufällig jemand auch den Text von El Presidente ?????????????

[MTK]

cook rhymes till they al dente lock down the mic like el presidente hehe
ich muss mal suchen ob ich das finde
Peace, MTK

[TRB]

zu bitte, der mc ist es nicht wert:D:D:D

[MTK]

Original geschrieben von TRB
zu bitte, der mc ist es nicht wert:D:D:D

wie wärs hiermit: das hier bleibt, und du machst ein thread für defari auf? hee
Peace, MTK

[TRB]

Original geschrieben von MTK


wie wärs hiermit: das hier bleibt, und du machst ein thread für defari auf? hee
Peace, MTK

klingt nicht schlecht, werde ich mal tun;).

[MTK]

tut mir leid, nix von el presidente gefunden. naja der text ist aber richtig geil, Jeru kanns ja immernoch hehe
Peace, MTK

[TRB]

Original geschrieben von MTK
Jeru kanns ja immernoch hehe
Peace, MTK

denkst du, mein Kommentar: laaaaaaaaaaaangweiliger mc;):D:D

[MTK]

Original geschrieben von TRB


denkst du, mein Kommentar: laaaaaaaaaaaangweiliger mc;):D:D

das haben wir schon lang und breit diskutiert. lol ich kenn deine meinung schon auswendig.
Peace, MTK

[Raptor]

[Intro]
(scratching)
It's the old sama
Of the commie sama
With the Ichiban DJ
King of the Iron Fist
We nasty at this

[Jeru]
Jeru the Damaja, DJ Honda, unorthodox
Off beat style, Musashi style
Lyrical swordplay
And it goes like this, check it

[Verse One]
Black Castro up on me, Fidel Negro
King terrific can't be hit
You're wastin' time, spendin' ammo
Scientists balance pol-ar
Digital mic throw chips in your moolah
Hardcore nucle-ar
Ain't the devil happy? Har-har
Rich rap star keep the sol-ar manifestation
And the stars succeed to the sun in this mathematical equation
Police still on my dick like an invasion
Lock me up, snatch up the transportation
Went to in New York, South Pacific migration
Wack emcee's watch this nigga's frustration
Believe me when I tell you that I dictate the mic like Fidel does his nation
Keep it flowin' like libation
Big heads the perfect for decapitation
Cook rhymes 'till they el dente
Lock down the mic like El Presidente

[Chorus]
(scratches by DJ Honda)
+Rule the mic like Fidel Castro+

[Verse Two]
Conquer more dips than the late Hannibal
Terrain gets too rough, I ride the beats like wooly mammals
Smokin' shit like Joe Camel
Fatally inhale
Double-0-seven but you still got tail
Q's scrambling device must have failed
Spies, thick thighs, and mics get mil, lies
Deception, military prowess
Fat bitches, tours, and microphone powers
Chemical warfare and mortar showers
Once again blowin' up shit like the Twin Towers
Poison miles for enemies or whoever devours
Holdin' shit down until the last hours

[Chorus]
(scratches by DJ Honda)
+Rule the mic like Fidel Castro+

El Presidente
Fidel Negro
DJ Honda
Black Castro
Musashi be doin' it like that
Lyrical sword style, you know what I'm sayin'?
Puttin' all emcees out on they back
Can't handle it
You don't know it hits you 'till it hits you
That's it
We done, finished
Peace

[MTK]

der text ist einfach nur geil, von der ersten bis zur letzten silbe!! nur der scratch im refrain ist "control the mic like fidel castro" (extract von come clean)
Peace, MTK

[Skillixxl]

wo könnte manb ne deutsche überstzung zu COME clean finden ?

[Crux]

in deinem wörterbuch

[Skillixxl]

MEI DA SIND ABER SON PARR KRASSEN WÖRTER DRIN DIE IN KEINEM WÖRTERBUCH STEHEN ODER DIE AUCH METAPhorisch gemeint sind .

und ich hab kein bock jeden slangbegriff im slangthread nachzuschlagen -

[Crux]

vielleicht kann ich dir ja helfen...

[Skillixxl]

ähm wenn ich mir da deine hp anschaue bezweifle ich das eher

aber nix für ungut

[MR. PENIS]

Original geschrieben von Raptor
Kuck mal auf www.ohhla.com da gibts den Text garantiert. Ich wollte den Text hier reinkopieren aber irgentwie ist die Seite total langsam. Ich hab 1min gewartet und trotz DSL gings irgentwie nicht weiter.

ich hab ein modem:(

[SiOniX]

Original geschrieben von MR. PENIS


ich hab ein modem:(


leider....

[Crux]

Original geschrieben von Skillixxl
ähm wenn ich mir da deine hp anschaue bezweifle ich das eher

aber nix für ungut

tz scheiss vorurteile, wenn du keine hilfe willst lass es :o