My Mind Spray

My mind spray

I annihilate as I articulate
Words of power, your rhymes are uncompounded, so death's your fate
Ostentatious genius of rappin'
Is mentally clappin' to take hip-hop back, that's what's happenin'
Proficiency and ingenuity
Plus more styles than a Shaolin monastery
Ill poetry, my formula's deadly
Bring the hypest man in your army, another casualty
Slow like demise, I crept on those that slept
Droppin' my rhyme science like I'm Imhotep
Application of mind over matter
Make foes scatter, rhymes fatter, minds splatter
Your girl bend over and over and over
Emcees try to test the Damaja, but you just can't win
Excellent with the wordplay
You lay face down when my mind spray
My mind spray

Thunder on your dome with no help from Mad Max
Lyrics like hype tattoos go over the dope tracks
We booby-traps all our inventions
We know the intentions of emcee kleptomaniacs
Rap brainiacs have cardiac soon after the attack
When it comes to rhymin', I slam harder than Shaq
Accomplish the biofeedback, more complex than an almanac
Keep you up like an aphrodisiac
Idealist, not an opportunist
Don't molest no shorties
Still in awe, I'm dangerous mentally
You can't talk to me, hear me, or see me
You're not equipped
From street blocks to cell blocks, my vocals rock
Do more work than a crackhead with a toolbox
Jeru never touch a microphone wrecker
If your honey's a queen, I'll sex her
More important, the mind strikes like
The nine strikes of free-sparring
You reach for your Uzi when my mind spray
My mind spray

K-E-R-U, it's a horror to you
Lyrical kung fu, so do your kung fu if you know kung fu
Dirty, down low profile
Shoot up jams without the aid of lead projectiles
Styles ridiculous, techniques infamous
Take more heads than Santa Claus at Christmas
Science misfits meet the wrath of my wit
Immediately following, they go into a conniption fit
Reach into my bag of darkness and spark this like an arsonist
Blow it up like a terrorist
I'm not a sexist, don't have the power to be a racist
I'm a scientist and an activist
Complex, yet simple like Mixel-plex
Unlike the silly devil, I don't come with tricks
So I bid all you emcees return to the righteous way
Or meet death face-to-face when my mind spray
My mind spray