'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 Whiskey, playing yourself is risky And the flow's mad jazzy like Dizzy Gillespie And the sound be harmonious and deadly Like a harpy, call me the great 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 be checking 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, dope fiends need their daily dosage I break it down mathematically, 99.9 is the percentage Like clothes and fine wine, the rhymes are vintage And the universe will gives me strength like spinach With dinage, I eat it like a tofu sandwich With cabbage, ask your girl, she knows that I'm not the average n***a, who claims to pull the trigger Reality's the root of the rhymes that I configure Phony Baloney swear they're Don Corleone But when sh** 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, rocking 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 wrecker Meet out in the stretcher, step up in my sector Try to match wits but the mental will crush ya Jeru the Damager, the Suntoucher Peace... Yeah, this is it right here, how we' flowin down...