Great Solar Stance

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jeru the Damaja] What niggas do in 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 need nuthin' up my nose I can't stand snow, it only blows like nitro- Glycerin, my flows I'm splittin', so I hope that you listenin' Super shoutout to all my niggas in prison Travel to the pyramids, decipher inscription Science fact not fiction, I cut with precision Speak multiplication, subtraction, addition Division, Great Solar Stance burns competition Man, listen... "This-this-this-this is the Showdown" [Verse 2: Jeru the Damaja] I put you in the chicken wing like Bob Backlund Jack ya team captain Bring drama like summer night, ghetto action Some honeys got it twisted, fat asses I mash 'em Cops like jewels, back in the days I snatch 'em You catch a tantrum, 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 bong, up in smoke like Cheech & Chong Too black too strong can't let nuthin' stand in my way Shit will get thick like Juice 60 in Friday In Brooklyn, kill MC's like Captain Hook kill children To rappers I'm a villain, fill esteem wan't my secret like Samson Hit you so hard, I stunt your grandson growth Teleports 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" [Verse 3: Jeru the Damaja] Setting it off like pistols in the projects The climax hold ya six like nasty hot wet sex But string tech I catch wreck, ejaculate 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, excellent marksmen arson Fire, water, earth, metal, wind