Jeru the Damaja 99.9 Percent Lyrics
You wanna front WHAT?? Jump up and get bucked
The original, Dirty Rotten's f___in s___ up
All punks play the floor, it's raw and hardcore
Hotter than a meteor, scorching ego's
Fake ho, gangsters and super heroes
Cops pull me over like you under arrest
Some n____s I know act like b____es without breast
d___ riders, I hope you got your latex
Cuz flesh gets burnt up during the pro s__
The arrest echoes through your project
Met Billie Jean, had safe s__
Some MC's get caught up in the vortex
Mixing crack with s__, so they sold for fat checks
Listen to the words I manifest, The moment of truth have cats stressed
Everytime you in the east, they s_____ the chain off your chest
Actin like you want some, but wan't none
Quick to make your finger like a gun, but f__gots
never bust none
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99.9 percent of these n____s ain't s___
And most of these n____s suck d___
Why should I waste my time?
Amateuristic martial arts is the number one cause of injury
Biters try to imuliate my outcomy, you poisoned by the chemistry
99.9 PerCent of these n____s suck d___ in the industry
Swords in my back, all for the benjies
I'm screamin off key, another body? No I'm back in 3D
Plus I can take the weight, I make the Earth rotate
d___ riders suply the gas, watch n____s head inflate
Wantin respect, bust suspect hit the deck
This ain't just talk, Brooklyn East New York is on the set
Friendship vs. B.I. I keep my thoughts,
Laser sharp jagged edges bust your third eye
Vessel of the most high, bullshit, they demand you supply
but don't get caught the same n____'ll testify
Switch like a b____, you not from East New York
Youse a m_________in snitch
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Why should I waste my time?
Hip-Hop, Jim Kelly, leave the mic dead and smelly
Freak show, flows and hoes back at the telly
Not your average n____, gets more nasty than Dirk Diggler
I'm back like the night, swoopin down on The Riddler
Fake thugs talk tough, but he's off the trigger
So shook ya shiver, poison verbs like alcohol destroy ya liver
Make ya volcanic hot, n____s got problems like Sir Smoke-a-Lot
Cannibals bitin my d___, I need a tetnus shot
I'm the original, in cause your forgot, when it comes to war
I get raw, add another mic to the one's I rip
Shootin the gift, when the East is in the house
You should come equipped
Chorus
Why should I waste my time?
Word up, peace I'm out
The original Dirty Rotten Scoundrel
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