JERU THE DAMAJA - How I'm Livin' lyrics

I put them hoes in a row and turn out Queens no doubt

Don't need a vest but flow freely like bullets through shootouts

I be the real supernatural so check it out

I was concieved in the center of an inferno

The ninth month I slipped out my mom's vaginal

Cavity now I'm surrounded by creeps and freaks

Had to watch my back in the New York streets

Fly, like an aeroplane, more powerful than the engine of an A train

Won't stress my brain

You know the fame that has men sold and bought

In a single bound, I let the criminal court

Walk through the desert and won't perspire

Touch the microphone, the whole joint catches afire

Use the opportunity to call the devil a liar

And I won't stop flipping shit til I'm forced to retire

Because that's how I'm living

I can stroke all night and not bust a nut

Swim through a sea of razorblades and not get cut

When I do my thing I aim for the gut

And despise those nasty guys that hit shit in the butt

Blaze like spliffs even back in the days

When I bag shit up like trays, nowadays

I bag 'em up like dimes and not even the Devil

Can stop me cause it's matter under mind

I'm fucking up your mind like a hallucinogen

(Are you hot, Lord?) I heat it up like halogen

Burn MC's, their children, and their children's children

Reverse polarity and make your girl's hell heaven

More intelligent than MacGuyver

Quick to pull off on a stunt like an Indy car driver

Thoughts too intense, brainwaves cut like barbed wire

Since Run's a reverend, sucker MC's call me sire

Push for my mental forces to crush your fortress

Signals of stress, your whole squad's put to death

Bring your white Superman and I'll rip that fucking S off his chest

Cause that's just how I'm living

I dedicate my life to taking snake heads

I break on the beats like scissors break on my dreads

Instead of eating beasts and living savagely

I aspire to excell to the highest degree

Of living, now how you living, like a turkey on Thanksgiving

Me? I keep it tight and lock it down like a virgin's pops

>From crack rocks to suburbian spots I'm hot

Don't forget or have you forgot that I'm a surgeon, Ak-

Bar, once outran a jaguar

Slept in a lion's den and escaped without a scar

Close my eyes and comence the star travel

Fred Flintstone's out a job because I turn hard rocks to gravel

Babble, never, control the weather

Like a few jams back, whatever's, clever

Even the rudest of rude can't test because I'm protectes

With the Breastplate of Righteousness

And that's just how I'm living