Jeru The Damaja - The Crack lyrics

[Interlude: Jeru the Damaja] Yeah, Jeru the Damaja The master of microphone mayhem Representing that real hip-hop You know, I don't know what the f** ya'll motherf**ers is doing But I'll be spitting that dope Know what I mean? I put it down like this: [Verse 1: Jeru the Damaja] I always get respect, I'm high-tech like computer love n***as don't approach me talk tough but [?] mostly And even though you holler I don't think that you're rough enough f** it money knuckle up and get your sh** bust I'm so funky even rock-n-roll heads want me Come off the wall get cracked the f** up like humptey, dumptey I'm busting shots like I'm still on the block Real G's hold their own, fake thugs call the cops Dont need guns, just the warriors drums Of course, the force, rip off your mog like dum-dums So go ahead and act dumb I use my mike like a magnum And send you back where you came from Wild on the track, run first shut the spot down Cats is getting hurt, like convicts on lockdown On the real, I'm that negro pound for pound Leave your click wet like water, break your mp3 recorder Play lowkey, but never sneak like a ninja So much the Man, crackers in the clan wanna be a n***a Go figure, now i [?] your honey figure, Moe Pop your luck in the hood then Moe liquor Get them tipsy, like Heineken mixed with 'Henney Burn MC's worse than Kenwill Mars burn penny On good times, I'm the [?] for rocking minds My pops the root on the block, with the fat dimes True climbs and confessions, jam sessions, heads bop, chickens' heads quap, they said they prese 'cause like blessin' The Lord never stressin', f** you perception, I'm the motherf**er on the mike; no question From state to state, I'm holding mad weight But not d**, the bulletproof munk deflects slugs of hate Where's my hat, I'm 'bout to dig out your date I guess you's a lame, she says she like the way I love me All hail the king when I swing like kong Stay cool and calm, blow like an atom bomb Blow sh** up Like Zorro, you can call me the Don Diego f** a hook I got 'em hooked like yayo [?] Brooklyn cats just don't know how to act f** what you thought was dope, this sh** is the crack The Crack [Sound of crack pipe being lit up]