Come Clean - Jeru The Damaja

Verse One: 

You wanna front  what? 
Jump up and get bucked 
If you're feeling lucky duck 
Then press your luck 
I snatch fake gangsta MC's and make em faggot flambe 
Your nine spray  my mind spray 
Malignant mist steadily pumps the funk 
The results you're a gang stuffed in a car trunk 
You couldn't come to the jungles of the East poppin that game 
You won't survive get live catchin wreck is our thing 
I don't gang bang or shoot out bang bang 
The relentless lyrics the only dope I slang 
I'm a true master you can check my credentials 
Cuz I choose to use my infinite potentials 
Got a freaky, freaky, freaky-freaky flow 
Control the mic like fidel castro locked cuba 
So deep that you can scuba dive/my jive 
Origin is unknown like the Jubas 
I've accumulated honies all across the map 
Cuz I'd rather bust a nut then bust a cap in 
Ya back in fact my rap snaps ya sacroilliac 
I'm the mack so i don't need to tote a Mac 
My attack is purely mental and its nature's not hate 
It's meant to wake ya up out of ya brainwashed state 
Stagnate nonsense but if you persist 
You'll get ya snotbox bust you press up on this 
I flip hoes dip none of the real niggas slip 
You don't know enough math to count the mics that I ripped 
Keep the Dirty Rotten Scoundrel as his verbal weapons spit 

Verse Two: 

Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget 
Every time i pick up the microphone i drug it 
Unplug it on chumps with the gangsta babble 
Leave your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle 
You're rattlin' on and on and ain't sayin nothing 
That's why you got snuffed when you bump heads with Dirty Rotten 
Have you