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The Sun Rises In The East


Genres: Hip-Hop
Total songs: 8
Year: 1994

D. Original Lyrics - The Sun Rises In The East - Jeru The Damaja

Dirty rotten scoundrel, that's what I'm called, on the street 

Could connive and cheat but rarely get beat 

Ya see I'm streetwise, a con-game pro 

Kickin the Bobby bullshit, too smart for Willie Bobo 

Not stressin five-o, hot hand in cee-lo 

Live in the land of crooks yes Brooklyn's the borough 

Homicide central, East New York 

Where the manic, depressive psycho murderers stalk 

Walk, like a ninja, on the asphalt 

Here talk is cheap, you're outlined in chalk 

And there's more hardtimes, than on Good Times 

And most niggas dedicate their life to crime 

So I'm steady schemin, won't work for a dime 

Used to get, tax free loot, all the time 

Type slick can't fess on 'Ru, because 

I'm the original dirty rotten scoundrel 

 

Before trains were graffiti proof I used to get loose 

Dirty rotten since the days of the deuce 

Dirty, because of the skin I'm in 

The fact I have melanin automatically makes me a felon 

Even though I'm righteous, rotten's what you're yellin 

But I'm not chain-snatchin, or drug-sellin 

According to your books you said I would be damned like Ham 

Scoundrel opposite of the king that I am 

But wanna get funny, we can get bummy 

Take you to the East and back again money 

Filthy putrified trick, step past your sister 

Challenge the Damaja, and you'll be histo - ry 

Mortal Kombat fatality, the original don't sing no R&B 

Nasty MC deity 

Chop off domes with the poems that come out of my pin-eal 

Gland, as I expand, you know who I am 

 

Father of all stylin, I be whylin on wax 

We hack shit up like big ax and little ax 

Don't need tokes to make you jump like bungee 

Tracks real muddy, like Brooklyn's real grungy 

When I come through I clog up your sewer 

Peep the maneuveur, drop the ill manure 

So bring Mr. Clean, Drano, and Roto Rooter 

No matter what you do, you can't get through the 

Crud that comes out of your system 

You're another victim, of dirty rotten 

Dirt up, in your grill, so what ya gonna do 

But pay homage to 

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