Tony Dawsey - Whatever lyrics

[Intro: Jeru The Damaja] Ayo...(what's up?)...there's a lotta motherf**ers out here With a style similar to mine nowadays you know what I mean? (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?) But I'mma blow 'em up Cause it's just like whatever you know what I'm saying? (Whatever) [First Verse: Jeru The Damaja] It's too strategical and mathematical I rotate so fast that I appear invisible I keep it chemical, but never subliminal The force centrifugal and spiritual You got static? Get grounded, cause I've mastered electrical Mostly mental, but don't sleep on the physical Ignorance got' em chatterin', one even said I was a son to him Still my LP is fatter than His or yours, took a two-year pause Now that I'm back on the set my foes drop like ho's drawers In a brothel, only dealin' with what's logical Applied science left MC's penetrable The leader's stroke is apocalyptic Hostile like Arabics in Israel with automatics And if you want it, the Monks can make it hectic Set it off, fire burn up Jack Frost and Santa Claus Whatever you want to do, make it clever Whatever, whatever, whatever [Primo Scratching] (Onyx Sample): "And to all y'all crews...whatever" [Second Verse: Jeru The Damaja] Bound to blow up, but never disintegratin' The ultimate MC equation Ferromagnetic, ask my pops, it's genetic That's why I'm a weedhead and not an alcoholic Call it whatever you want to call it Devils just know that it's some form of arithmetic Hieroglyphic, cause you can picture this sh** The state of hip-hop today is like hookers in politics Got MCin' locked down like a convict Blowin' up opposition as I manoeuvre through it And to make sure it's overstood, I stick around Popular like crime in ghetto neighbourhoods Rock my crown like Shaka did, hold it down f** your mind up like Joe Jackson, kids, check it out So whatever you want to do, make it clever Whatever, whatever, whatever [Primo scratching] Lord Finesse: "I gotta do my thing...I represent" Onyx: "And to all y'all crews, whatever" [Third Verse: Jeru The Damaja] Fire, flames, heat up the competition Spontaneous combustion, like the Pope's religion Your style of emceein' is Paganism Your rhymes make no sense, just like a Roman Christian But your n***as soup you up like Lipton The Gwan Jang Nim of underground emceein' strikes again The snake bites again, but I'm immune to the poisonous Venom, ask the devil, he knows I'm dangerous Freak on the mic, but not s**ual Call me unalike cause my rhymes are never h*mo Make you sad, like when Cher left Sonny Bono Fire burn Giuliani, Pataki and Cuomo Whatever you want to do, make it clever Whatever, whatever, whatever [Primo Scratching] Lord Finesse: "I gotta do my thing...I represent" Onyx: "And to all y'all crews, whatever"