The Mind Lyrics - Chubb Rock

"your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru {*repeat 3x*} 

[chubb rock] 

I can taste your sex appeal, ready for the sweet sperm'n 

Bank accounts all full, love interest be earnin 

Ben franklins determine, if you get that higher learnin 

The million man march, starrin mark furhman (it can happen) 

Lyrical don is the charm for the rappin 

Give spliff aromas cause many fetal comas 

No blood donors, I credit diabetics who drink sodas 

While in the pens lie the ruffneck soldiers, what happened? 

Niggaz must have napped! 

What happened to all of that malcolm x shit before he got trapped? 

Before he got capped? when I mean capped, 

When they put his name on all those cute little spike lee hats 

And then they say "black is back" 

For when, niggaz now only care about the rent 

And how to pay rent, and how they trife squad spend 

Black powder nose landcruise or range rove' 

Why you runnin for when you forerunnin nigga who drove 

Your mind 

"your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru 

The mind! 

"your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru 

My mind! 

"your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru 

The mind! 

"your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru 

Yes, haha 

From the inner sanctum, that embruised my medulla 

You can praise buddha, or you can hail don shula 

You can change a, religious title, or go praise gold idols 

No sloth, just go read your bible 

I'll insinuate the hate that made the, hate kids fight 

Whether you're muslim, christian, or israelite 

We monitor, who really praise hannukah 

The power that I am will make you blow your yarmulke 

To all ya, don't let me scream up, to call ya 

My flatbush dushies, or the kids down in somal-ia 

While we're up here tryin to wiggle to "boombastic" 

You get, hemmed up and cut down in +park jurassic+ 

You're crazed, from that beer juice 

Acute angles become, obtuse 

Four white kids, was the first rock group - not! 

Rabble rousing, in with the chime 

Laced with the fat rhyme tunneled through my mind 

"your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru 

The mind! 

"your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru 

The mind! 

"your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru 

The mind! 

"your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru 

Ha ha 

Now from the minds of minolta, from the nickel-plate poster 

From the average jack wack crackheads with oprah 

As with safe sex with rubbers, as with rappers turnin mothers 

As for tupac's on the covers, as for million march brothers 

In ninety-six, while we pinpoint the "crooklyn" spike joint 

Three kings of the break of dawn become vocal pawns 

The circumfrence of the bedouins, or is it the thespians 

For the past three years, I've been eatin more than lesbians 

Lyricists, get fists, twists, careers become tears 

Easy gold records, but with no, publishing shares 

When I bellow, over a hardcore track with a cello 

Lyrical structure, basting from a fellow, hello 

Street nucks can't knuckle, billboard chart bullets be chuckle 

A&r stars become bouregoises, but subtle 

Why is it the master can't behave with the slave chime 

Or is it over the domes of weak minds? 

The mind 

"your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru 

The mind! 

"your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru 

The mind! 

"your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru 

My mind!! 

"your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru 

The mind! 

My mind!! 

The mind.. 

My mind!!! ha ha! ahhh, ahhh! ahhhhh!