Jeru The Damaja - Come Clean

Thx for listening.. peace! 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 sacroilli