Me Not The Paper Jeru the Damaja

("Cause ain't no fiends coming in between me an my dreams See what I mean black? I gets the paper") Microphone thugs flip keys and shit Remember the 80's when niggas was acting crazy?

Me, Not the Paper Jeru the Damaja

The mean streets raised me I used to live dangerously Admist crack-selling armed dangerous felons Plus murderers, drug spot burglars Niggas doing anything to acquire that paper Live the life of crime

Me or the Papes Jeru the Damaja

days, I woulda scraped her for this caper But I realize, it wasn't me it was the paper Let me kick it, about the digits, that I've collected Long distance, and disconnected, it's gettin hectic Before

Average Nigga Jeru the Damaja

I said "Don't tell me you don't know what condoms is for" She says "Yeah, but the average nigga'll love to hit it raw" And I said I'm not your average nigga No I'm not your average nigga You can't

Da Bichez Jeru the Damaja

[REFRAIN:] I'm not talking about the queens But <what?> the bitches Not the sisters <what?> the bitches Not the young ladies <what?

Billie Jean Jeru the Damaja

nigga crazy I'm Jeru love she said her name was Billie I continued your minds intact girl you could have my baby She could've played me But smiled and replied behave g I like your style not so maybe

Anotha Victim Jeru the Damaja

{Miz Marvel} It's the sinister sister, leave mics so hot make hands blister Try to catch me but all you heard was "Damn you just missed her" Daily means and whereabouts, more secret than a whisper

Statik Jeru the Damaja

electromagnetic beam, I get charged rhymes I run right thru em like a big box of Trojan large Mc's tried to hang but its a Brooklyn thang poison slang, poison fang poison pen let me begin, tryin

Verbal Battle Jeru the Damaja

Intro: Jeru The Damaja In the time when hip hop was strong The Supahuman Klik ruled the land Bringin that futuristic hip hop, presently in time The first lieutenant in arms of the Supahuman Klik

My Mind Spray Jeru the Damaja

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* Thunder on your Dome with no help from Mad

What a Day Jeru the Damaja

Woke up this morning had a spliff for breakfast Slept good cuz the toast wasn't under the matress Hop up in the shower, give my honie a kiss I'm thinkin, I wish, everyday start like this Turn on

Blak Luv Jeru the Damaja

(laughter) *scratching* *Down the world is...* {Jeru The Damaja} This is to my brothers and sisters in the ghetto Avoid jail legend, fingerprints on full metal Jackets like design, so that you

Jungle Music Jeru the Damaja

your guns, chains and tone force your religion On me cut my hair, the vibes still exist To destroy the molesters of my heritage But they conceal the drums of evil, my loyal lineage King of kings,

Too Perverted Jeru the Damaja

Ain't nothin worse than a wack mc Unfortunately that's all that surrounds me So I come to crush the un - stable structure It's the return of the dopest Brooklyn motherfucker To ever, ignite the mic

D. Original Jeru the Damaja

Willie Bobo Not stressin five-o, hot hand in celo Live in the land of crooks yes Brooklyn's the borough Homicide central, East New York Where the manic, depressive psycho murderers stalk Walk, like

Physical Stamina Jeru the Damaja

Afu: Yo 'Ru Jeru: Yo whassup? Afu: Yo, c'mere, c'mere.

Renegade Slave Jeru the Damaja

> Smarter then Frederick Douglas, and wilder then Ike Turner My will to be free, in your eyes makes me a murderer Creepin late night like a burglar, Study his literature When the kings rise again

99.9 Pa Cent Jeru the Damaja

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

Black Cowboys Jeru the Damaja

The first time I ever touched the microphone it glowed Now I explode, eruptin' like a nigga that drunk too much But not intoxicated...

Brooklyn Took It Jeru the Damaja

(Ah check it out...check it out yo) (Repeat 4x) Here's the remedy, for all your cornball raps Brooklyn's back on the map, I'm not bragging Defeating all foes, bring your styles I stomp out the

Presha Jeru the Damaja

Intro: This goes out to all my young brothers and sisters Hold ya head, things ain't always what they seem I'm about to give you a dose of reality Real deal {Jeru The Damaja} Nowaways, records

Revenge of the Prophet (part 5) Jeru the Damaja

Verse 1 It's been awhile since I escaped the library fightin ignorance everyday, its gettin weary when I think I got him he pulls a slip on me and theres so many soldiers in his fiendous ass army

Whatever Jeru the Damaja

(For reals) Be tryin' to like...they infiltrated the camp, and now they, they wanna take the style and claim it for they owns, ya know? (That's how you feel?)

Ya Playin Yaself Jeru the Damaja

Intro: Jeru Yo, are you a pimp, a hustler? No I'm not. Are you a man, and can you stand alone like a man has to sometimes? Yes I can.

Friends Jeru the Damaja

Verse 1 [jeru]: Friends is a word that I use loosely Because you never know who these people may be Some you just miss them, you know from way back When you used to dig brock and snatch chains and

Great Solar Stance Jeru the Damaja

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 fucked the nurse The

Bitchez Wit Dikz Jeru the Damaja

Intro: Jeru The Damaja Yes yes Check it out right here now, knowhatimean?

Tha Bullshit Jeru the Damaja

Ladies and gentlemen Children of all ages It's me, Jeru the Damaja And I'm here to present to you today The bullshit Yes, this is the bullshit, the extreme bullshit The absolute bullshit This

Come Clean Jeru the Damaja

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

Invasion Jeru the Damaja

motherfucking villain Under pressure they got me under pressure What's your name your address and phone number Your occupation come down to the station There's been a robbery they claim a nigga fit

One Day Jeru the Damaja

nobody speaks up So I go to the door there's a note it says: "We have Hip-Hop hostage with guns to his throat, Do the right thing and we might let him go, But if you call the police, that's all she

Seinfeld Jeru the Damaja

lenses Ya money, ya car and how live you and your mens is Knowin who your friends is, millionaire dollar shoppin benjeses Ya money how much them timbs is In my roll, fuckin shit raw, gettin driz-niz Me

East New York Stamp Jeru tha Damaja

[Jeru] Samurai linguist, others suck like ?conalingist?

Scientifical Madness Jeru the Damaja

(Chorus) Scientifical Madness Scientifical Madness My status is the baddest (Repeat Again) (Verse 1) There's a hole in the ozone layer I'm rippin vampires You think I give a fuck Who's the

The Frustrated Nigga Jeru the Damaja

Out of the fog into the smog, he walks in he's ready for victory He walks again by night, ruthlessly meeting wit the unknown It's the educated field nigga, trained in guerilla Warfare plus equipped

Mental Stamina Jeru the Damaja

Yo yo, c'mere c'mere Yo let's freak that rhyme we was freakin the other night (Yo I'm wit it yo just set it off) I'm sayin though, after this, it's no turnin back 'Fu (Aiyyo just set it off man)

El presidente DJ Honda f/ Jeru the Damaja

Artist: DJ Honda f/ Jeru the Damaja Album: 2000 Song: El Presidente [Intro] (scratching) It's the old sama Of the commie sama With the Ichiban DJ King of the Iron Fist We nasty at this

More Levels DJ Premier, Bumpy Knuckles

a Nievel Brother Leave you die on your face For no good reason at all we in a bad place Ha Hip Hop is separated by the nice and the nice not Underground and I'm ice hot What rap nigga my age still keep

I'm The Man Gang Starr

I say people people come on and check it out now You see the mic in my hand now watch me wreck it now what is a party if the crew ain't there? [what's your name?]

Now's The Time Charlie Parker

for all the lovely people that you see in the road We'll sing them a song in Jeruvian mode If I can have a pref'rence I'll even make ref'rence To why you write a song like Jeru just for you Then if you'd

Le Piano De Mauvaise Vie Claude Nougaro

for all the lovely people that you see in the road We'll sing them a song in Jeruvian mode If I can have a pref'rence I'll even make ref'rence To why you write a song like Jeru just for you Then if you'd

Paper Heart Chloe Howl

cigarettes I'm burning on bruised and I'm going out I'm shrugging it off all the shit that you do because I'm bored to death with you I'm cuttin' the chord now darlin' It's not me that you think you

Paper Tiger Priory

Call me if you want, please call me if you're able.It's better this way, lay it all out on the table.You're a work of fiction, a slight of hand.Acting like a lion laying with the land.They say my seeds

Paper Tigers Jaci Velasquez

They are only paper tigers followin' me In the wild imagination of the make believe, oh. And there's a fighter, a survivor arisin' in me. I'm not afraid of paper tigers.

Resurrection (Paper, Paper) Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Money i'ma get me some My nigga i'ma get me some Say my nigga yall, better get your paper Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....

Paper Moon Whiskeytown

I go walkin' under a paper moon All the birds are singing Singing you a pretty tune All the constellations and all the stars above They all start to whistling They start singing along The world is not

Paper Doll Rosie Thomas

(originally by Denison Witmer) Tonight Im like a paper doll Dress me in what you wish I had on And I will not say a thing I will just keep smiling Here I am, wordless again You dress me up different

Paper Girl Leiahdorus

Are we going away now This is what we dreamed You were right I was wrong Crumpled paper little girl And the hours turned to rust The days into dust And the years turned into forevermore Are you still here

Paper Dolls Corinne Bailey Rae

You have incredible eyes and all the boys will go wild for you But I was scared in case you made me made do those things But would you oh would you believe me that I was your fool Cause I've been lying

Paper Heart Turin Brakes

This is not me I was never cut out for this scenery Im just a paper boy Your crushed paper toy And nothing has changed Only paper landscapes ripped and rearranged By an angry girl This torn paper