JERU THE DAMAJA - East New York Stamp lyrics

(feat. Afu-Ra)

[Forest Whitaker reading]

[Jeru]

Samurai linguist, others suck like ?conalingist?

I burn shit up like a poison penis

Make your whole style seem meaningless

Match wits wit this

Call your squad the hole of fortrus

I swoop down like a dirty Brooklyn pigeon

Swing my sword wit precision

Lightning speed blurs your vision

Like a surgeon wit razor sharp incision

Subconcious like hypnotism

Water on the brain, the mental baptism

Put your aura in prison

Block up your chi, and bend your light like a prism

[Afu-Ra]

Yeah, those walkin the dog stand personified

Study lessons and plant seeds to fertilize

Straight up, I slaughter the ? that's got the order

Spit flyin straight at my mouth is holy water

I damage flows, on the mics crushin your matter

And saw you scatter, and couldn't put you back together

Fist of ten rings, I'm scrapin Jews up out the gutter

Hittin ya, splittin ya thoughts like Forest Whitaker

Sick wit the, get wit the thoughts next to ?

Utmost, you want lyrics, here's an overdose

Preverb'll tell you wit styles, you'll be a ghost

I did it a lot, I been in the spot, I rip it alot

And now some motherfuckas wanna try to scheme and plot

And takin chances in life like throwin dice

It's Afu-Ra, I return from death twice

You talkin bout skills? Yeah yeah, I'm twice as nice

Take it to the apex, and push it high-tech

These petty MC's, they picture-paintin hot sex

I melt tracks, I bomb sets wit hot wax

You want some spiritual syllables wit the chemicals

Murdered down eighty-five percent subliminal

Ten percent, fire burn em wit my visual

Five percent, we break bread all in the mental

I keep it comin like rotisserie, and missin me

Straight up and down, I let you know I do it wickedly

[Vocal sample]

[Chorus x3: Jeru]

It's the Code of the Samurai, prepare to die

Know you'll die, Brooklyn E-N-Y

It's the Code of the Samurai...