The Mind Lyrics by 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 juice
    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!

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