Great Solar Stance Lyrics - Heroz4hire - Jeru The Damaja

What niggas deal, they last 24 I did in the first 

Before the doctor cleaned off the afterbirth 

I kicked a verse, smoked a blunt, shooked the Earth 

Smacked the physician, and fucked the nurse 

The truth hurts, like a sword in the hand of this expert 

Cuttin through your soul, like your best friend did your dirt 

Mental like physical blows destroy ego's 

Your style is Babylonian, like dicks in assholes 

The drama unfolds, don't mean nothing up my nose 

I can't stand snow, it only blows like nitro 

Blistering, my flows I'm splittin, so I hope you listening 

Super shoutout to all my niggas in prison 

Shout to the pyramids, the cypher and scription 

Science fact not fiction, I cut with precision 

Speak multiplication, subration, addition 

Division, Great Solar Stance burns compition 

"This-this-this-this is the Showdown" 

I put you in the chicken wing like Bob Backlund, 

jack ya team captain 

Bring drama like summer night, ghetto action 

Some honies got it twisted, fat asses I mash 'em 

Cops like jewels, back in the days I snatch 'em 

You catch a tantrem, date how the raws rockin the drum 

Float like the white lotus, kill like Whitey in Vietnam 

You should peel arm, gorilla tactics like Viacom 

Set shit on fire like a bomb, up in smoke like Cheech & Chong 

True blacks too strong can't let nothin stand in my way 

Shit will get thick like Juice 60 in Friday 

In Brooklyn, kill MC's like Captain Hook your children 

To rappers I'm a villain, fill esteem wan't my secret like Samson 

Picture so hard, I stunt your grandson son 

Teleport from Coast To Coast like Spaceghost 

Like soy butter on my breakfast toast 

And when It comes to makin it nasty, I flips it the most 

"This-this-this-this-this is the Showdown" 

"This-this-this-this-this is the Showdown" 

Setting it off like pistols in the projects 

The climax hold ya six like nasty hot wet sex 

But string tech I catch wreck, ejucalate when I inject 

Not a player hatter, regulator, trick niggas get checked 

When I resurrect hip hop, you know the bullshit stop 

Like you got the oo-wop, the pops and what nots 

Fruity like Ed Koch, ya straight boo-tops, I'm top notch 

Super funky like a derelict prostitute prop 

Ya hear gun shots, the coroner shows up to take flicks 

Shit is feet, but no feet shit like chicks with dicks 

Ya throat flip too quick, to blaze magnetic 

Paramedics roll up on the scene, 

it's tragic, don't deal with Magic 

Johnson, renegade like Charles Bronson 

Packing a force like 18 Bronzemen 

Grand larson, excelent marksmen arson 

Fire, water, earth, metal, wind