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"'Bout to drop this right now for You, the original Suntoucher Lettin' You know, what's up. Goes like this... We're about to put it on You right here right now, let You know, how it goes down And this is, this is what it is... It's the urban organic mic mechanic Super-human MC powers help me fly around the planet Touch the microphone device, whole countries get frantic Saving damsels in distress so young girls don't panic Putting MCs under pressure till they crack like ceramic Always thought they could flow but sink like the Titanic Rhymes rip through your skull like icebergs through the hull Survive the impact and arctic cold freezes your soul Create a new style, then break the mold Compositions are controlled and liable to explode Like land mines, my crew blows through like wind chimes Make it hot like fire, 200 proof like Moonshine Risky, playing yourself is risky And the flows mad jazzy like Dizzy Gillespie And the sound be harmonious and deadly Like a harpy, call me the big one like Wayne Gretzky No man can test me, so why try? Focus like a samurai, stronger than a Maitai Or a Tsunama, I mean Tsunami I rock it from MTV, to the BBC Radioactive waves short out your TV Aliens check it for me in the next galaxy Put it in a time capsule till the next century In a black out use it for electricity Danger, high voltage, don't feed me their daily dosage I break it down mathematically, 99.9 is the percentage Like closing fine wine the rhymes are vintage And the universal will gives me strength like spinach With dinage, I eat it like a tofu sandwich With cabbage, I ask your girl, she knows that I'm not the average Nigga, who claims to pull the trigga' Reality's the root of the rhymes that I configure Phony... Baloney, swear like Don Corleone But when shit hit the fan they start crying like Pretty Tony Tender like Roni... but wish to be bad like Bobby Been there, done that, smashed up, rockin' rhymes is my hobby You're probably like, what's he on Cause I rock it from the start, till the beat is gone Not in the mafia but I'm the microphone Don And the words that I shoot out my mouth are teflon Jeru never touch ya, Microphone wrecka' Meet out in the stretcha', step up in my center Try to match wits but the mental will crush ya Jeru the Damaja, the Suntoucher. Peace... Yeah, this is it right here, how we' flowin down... "