Come Clean Lyrics - The Sun Rises In The East - Jeru The Damaja

You wanna front, what, jump up and get bucked 

If you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck 

I snatch fake gangster MCs and make 'em faggot flambé 

Your nine spray, my mind spray 

Malignant mist that'll leave comp defunkt 

The result's your remains stuffed in a car trunk 

You couldn't come to the jungles of the East popping that yang 

You won't survive get live catching 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 

Cause I choose to use my infinite potential 

Got a freaky, freaky, freaky freaky flow 

Control the mic like Fidel Castro locked Cuba 

So deep that you can't scuba dive 

My jive's origin is unknown like the Jubas 

I've accumulated honeys all across the map 

Cause I'd rather bust a nut than bust a cap 

In your back in fact my rap snaps your sacroilliac 

I'm the mack so I don't need to tote a Mac 

My attack is purely mental and its nature's not hate 

It's meant to wake ya up out of your brainwashed state 

Stagnate nonsense, for if you persist 

You'll get your snotbox bust you press up on this 

I flip, hoes dip, none of the real niggas skip 

You don't know enough math to count the mics that I've ripped 

Peep the Dirty Rotten scamp as his verbal weapons spit 

Oh-oh! Heads up cause we're dropping some shit! 

Real, rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget 

Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it 

Unplug it on chumps with the gangster babble 

Leave your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle 

You're rattling on and on and ain't saying nothing 

That's why you got snuffed when you bumped heads with Dirty Rotten 

Have you forgotten, I'll tap your jaw 

I also kick like kung fu flicks by Run Run Shaw 

Made frauds bleed every time I g'd 

Cause I've perfected my drunken style like Sam Seed 

Pseudo psychos, I play like Michael Jackson 

When I'm busting ass and breaking backs 

Inhale the putrified aroma 

Breathe too deep and you'll wind up coma 

Toast the king I'm hard like a fifth of vodka 

And bring your clique cause I'm a hard rock knocker 

I gotcha out on a limb about to push you off the plank 

Let you draw your chronz but your burner shot blanks 

When the East is in the house you should come equipped 

Oh-oh! Heads up cause we're dropping some shit! 

Fly like a jet, sting like a hornet 

Knuckleheads get live and set it off if you want it 

Dirty Rotten Scoundrels is crushing fools no joke 

With styles more fatal than second hand smoke 

Don't provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor 

Cause I blow up spots like the World Trade Center 

Come with the super trooper on his assault mission 

The tek's technique cause he's a technician 

Wishing he'll go away won't help the weapons stop 

The skills are shot cause any idiot can let off a Glock 

Hard rock smelling the clutch of the sun toucher 

You claim you got beef on the streets, so what ya 

Gonna do when real niggas roll up on you 

And you don't got your crew 

Pull your Glock but you don't got the heart 

You was webbed straight from the start 

Bought a tool and didn't learn how to use it 

Got lost in Brooklyn so you had to lose it 

Just for fronting you got that ass whipped 

Oh-oh! Heads up cause we're dropping some shit!