Verbal Battle Lyrics - Heroz4hire - Jeru The Damaja

f/ Miz Marvel 

Intro: Jeru The Damaja 

In the time when hip hop was strong 

The Supahuman Klik ruled the land 

Bringin that futuristic hip hop, presently in time 

The first lieutenant in arms of the Supahuman Klik 

Was the all mighty, all powerful, Miz Marvel 

I think she can describe it how she does better 

{Miz Marvel 

Thought I disappeared now that the smoke has cleared 

I come from times with inabitions, face to face with fears 

While shootin stars wishing that I can shift my gears 

So I raise my glass eye, I drink to that, say cheers 

And let the fire water wash away the tears, burn like salt 

On open wounds, thoughts consume all consetions 

Give birth to these rhymes like an oral C-section 

Uhh, positive connection throughout the galaxy 

Time to switch to reality, make proper arrangements 

for the souls of fatalities 

It's the same for niggas that stuck with that slave mentality 

Or these wack ass rappers, they got no originality 

But my mentality, helps me travel around the galaxy 

Time gets shorter, I'm on the water, run insanity 

It seems like everyone was after me 

Three's a nasty girl like Vanity 

Make niggas wild, I smoke la, anything to keep my sanity 

Ain't got no friends, everyone with me is family 

If they standing next to me, nothing's what it seems to be 

Sending energy, when I rhyme, but no time for idol questions 

If freestyling is my bible, when I fall in hip hop sessions 

Of the tribal blessings, lessons to be learned 

Respect had to be earned and not given 

On the fourth of them but not amongst the men that living 

Guy collides, when selfish minds can't asked to be forgiven 

Ain't no turning back the hands of time, 

when past spirits have risen 

{scratching 

Black, black, black 

verbal, power, verbal, power 

{Miz Marvel 

Power of the moon and the force of a sonic boom 

Help me heel like battle wounds, to that shit I'm immune 

We come thru like the first platoon, into smoke filled rooms 

Into it seems like magic mushrooms, from the womb to the tomb 

I got a meetin in the ladies room, I be back real soon 

O-o-oh o-o-o-oh 

To strike the deathblow, continue with a never ending flow 

And all pro, precise position, like a crossbow 

Friend or foe, gas heads go from C.E.O. to skid row 

See the toxic green flow, it's poison waters overflow 

Paint a mental picture, lyrical Michaelangelo 

Words pierced with the sting of a scorpio 

Beats mad bong, to collapse the Walls of Jericho 

Overflow and explore, I hope you got your blunts rolled 

'cause this is the same, no matter which zip code 

My minds pro, bitches is robbed, 

suckin the diamonds out your ear lobe 

I keep it tracked like a barcode of Illuminati 

And fight these devils back with the Code of Hammurabi 

{more scratching 

{Miz Marvel 

I strike with magnum force, send you on a collision course 

With no remorse, I tap the source and knock you off ya high horse 

While beats and rhymes have intercourse to reproduce their first born 

Never sworn not to make the same mistakes as there parents 

Written on there face, time worn sharpen then a poison desert storm 

Step on first month Capricorn, quiet storm 

Jeans and boots my everyday uniform 

Elegants ruffness and inocence, if ever given a form 

Hell have a fury like a women's scorn 

My niggas strife to perform, I struggle to break the norm 

Give me any platform and I perform lyrical quiet storms 

I make it hot, you keep it luke warm 

From hotels to college dorms, keep these niggas souls torned 

{More scratching 

Lot of other people, other groups aware of these consciousness 

Virtually impossible to defend against (repeated over and over)