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Chubb Rock - The Mind lyrics
"Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru {*repeat 3X*}
 [Chubb Rock]
 I can taste your sex appeal, ready for the sweet sperm'n
 bank accounts all full, love interest be earnin
 Ben Franklins determine, if you get that higher learnin
 The Million Man March, starrin Mark Furhman (it can happen)
 Lyrical Don is the charm for the rappin
 Give spliff aromas cause many fetal comas
 No blood donors, I credit diabetics who drink sodas
 while in the pens lie the ruffneck soldiers, what happened?
 Niggaz must have NAPPED!
 What happened to all of that Malcolm X shit before he got trapped?
 Before he got capped? When I mean CAPPED, 
 when they put his name on all those cute little Spike Lee hats
 And then they say "Black is back"
 For when, niggaz now only care about the rent
 and how to pay rent, and how they trife squad spend
 Black powder nose Landcruise or Range Rove'
 Why you runnin for when you forerunnin nigga who drove
 Your mind
 "Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru
 The mind!
 "Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru
 My mind!
 "Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru
 The mind!
 "Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru
 Yes, haha
 From the inner sanctum, that embruised my medulla
 You can praise buddha, or you can hail Don Shula
 You can change a, religious title, or go praise gold idols
 No sloth, just go read your bible
 I'll insinuate the hate that made the, hate kids fight
 Whether you're Muslim, Christian, or Israelite
 We monitor, who really praise Hannukah
 The power that I am will make you blow your yarmulke
 To all ya, don't let me scream up, to call ya
 My Flatbush dushies, or the kids down in Somal-ia
 While we're up here tryin to wiggle to "Boombastic"
 You get, hemmed up and cut down in +Park Jurassic+
 You're crazed, from that beer juiceChubb Rock - The Mind - http://motolyrics.com/chubb-rock/the-mind-lyrics.html
 Acute angles become, obtuse
 Four white kids, was the first rock group - NOT!
 Rabble rousing, in with the chime
 Laced with the fat rhyme tunneled through my mind
 "Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru
 The mind!
 "Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru
 The mind!
 "Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru
 The MIND!
 "Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru
 Ha ha
 Now from the minds of Minolta, from the nickel-plate poster
 From the average jack wack crackheads with Oprah
 As with safe sex with rubbers, as with rappers turnin mothers
 As for Tupac's on the covers, as for Million March brothers
 in ninety-six, while we pinpoint the "Crooklyn" spike joint
 Three kings of the break of dawn become vocal pawns
 The circumfrence of the Bedouins, or is it the thespians
 For the past three years, I've been eatin more than lesbians
 Lyricists, get fists, twists, careers become tears
 Easy gold records, but with no, publishing shares
 When I BELLOW, over a hardcore track with a cello
 Lyrical structure, basting from a fellow, hello
 Street nucks can't knuckle, Billboard chart bullets be chuckle
 A&R stars become bouregoises, but subtle
 Why is it the master can't behave with the slave chime
 or is it over the domes of weak minds?
 The mind
 "Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru
 The mind!
 "Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru
 The MIND!
 "Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru
 MY MIND!!
 "Your nine spray, my mind spray" -> Jeru
 The mind!
 My mind!!
 The mind..
 MY MIND!!! Ha ha! Ahhh, AHHH! AHHHHH!
 Chubb Rock The Mind










