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Deeva - Suntoucher lyrics
One two
 About to drop this
 Right now for you
 The original suntoucher
 Lettin you know whats up
 It goes like this
 We about to, put it on you right here right now
 Let you know how it goes down
 This, this is what it is
 It's the urban organic mic mechanic
 Superhuman mc powers help me fly around the planet
 Touch the microphone device Whole countries get frantic
 Saving damsels in distress So young girls don't panic
 Putting mc's under pressure till they crack like ceramic
 I was taught they could float or sink like the titanic
 Rhymes rip through your skull
 Like icebergs through the hull
 Surive the impact and the artic cold freezes your soul
 I create a new style and then break the mold
 Compositions aren't controlled and liable to explode
 Like landmines my crew blow through like windchimes
 Make it hot like fire 200 proof like moonshine
 Risky, playing yourself is risky
 And the flows mad jazzy like Dizzy Gillespie
 And the sound be harmonious and deadly
 Like a heartbeat call me the great one like Wayne Gretzky
 No man can test me so why try
 Focus like a samurai stronger than a mai taiDeeva - Suntoucher - http://motolyrics.com/deeva/suntoucher-lyrics.html
 Or a tsunamai I mean tsunami
 I rock it from mtv to the bbc
 Radio active waves short out your tv
 Aliens be checking for me in the next galaxy
 Put it in the time capsule till the next century
 In a blackout use it for electricity
 Danger high voltage don't feed me the daily dosage
 I break it down mathematically 99.9 is a percentage
 Like clothes and fine wine the rhymes are vintage
 And the universal will give me strength like spinach
 A danish I eat it like a tofu sandwhich with cabbage
 Ask your girl she knows that i'm not the average
 Nigga who claims to pull the trigger
 Reality's the root of the rhymes that I configure
 Phoney, baloney, swear they're Don Corleone
 But when shit hit the fan they start crying like Baby Tony
 Tender like roney(?) but wish to be bad like Bobby
 Been there done that smashed it rockin rhymes is my hobby
 The crowd be like what's he on?
 Because I rock it from the start til the beat is gone
 Not in the mafia but i'm the microphone don
 And the words that I shoot out my mouth are teflon
 Jeru never touch ya microphone wrecker
 Leave out in the stretcher step up into my sector
 Try to match wits but the mental will crush ya
 Jeru the damaja, the suntoucher
 Peace
 Ya
 This is it right here
 Our flow gettin down











