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The Sun Rises in the East
by Jeru The Damaja
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3.5282
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4.0000
The Sun Rises in the East Lyrics
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- [Verse One:]
- Dirty rotten scoundrel, that's what I'm called, on the street
- Could connive and cheat but rarely get beat
- Ya see I'm streetwise, a con-game pro
- Kickin the Bobby bullshit, too smart for Willie Bobo
- Not stressin five-o, hot hand in celo
- Live in the land of crooks yes Brooklyn's the borough
- Homicide central, East New York
- Where the manic, depressive psycho murderers stalk
- Walk, like a ninja, on the asphalt
- Here talk is cheap, you're outlined in chalk
- And there's more hardtimes, than on Good Times
- And most niggaz dedicate their life to crime
- So I'm steady schemin, won't work for a dime
- Used to get, tax free loot, all the time
- Type slick can't fess on 'Ru, because
- [Verse Two:]
- Before trains were graffiti proof I used to get loose
- Dirty rotten since the days of the deuce
- Dirty, because of the skin I'm in
- The fact I have melanin automatically makes me a felon
- Even though I'm righteous, rotten's what you're yellin
- But I'm not chain-snatchin, or drug-sellin
- According to your books you said I would be damned like Ham
- Scoundrel opposite of the king that I am
- But wanna get funny, we can get bummy
- Take you to the East and back again money
- Filthy putrified trick, step past your sister
- Challenge the Damaja, and you'll be history
- Mortal Kombat fatality, the original don't sing no R&B
- Nasty MC deity
- Chop off domes with the poems that come out of my pin-eal
- gland, as I expand, you know who I am
- [Verse Three:]
- Father of all stylin, I be whylin on wax
- We hack shit up like big ax and little ax
- Don't need tokes to make you jump like bungee
- Tracks real muddy, like Brooklyn's real grungy
- When I come through I clog up your sewer
- Peep the maneuveur, drop the ill manure
- So bring Mr. Clean, Drano, and Roto Rooter
- No matter what you do, you can't get through the
- Crud that comes out of your system
- You're another victim, of dirty rotten
- Dirt up, in your grill, so what ya gonna do
- But pay homage to...
- (Ah check it out...check it out yo)[x4]
- Here's the remedy, for all your cornball raps
- Brooklyn's back on the map, I'm not bragging
- Defeating all foes, bring your styles
- I stomp out the last dragon
- Grand groove, Grandmaster, like back in the days
- Holding my own, on the street and the microphone
- You can't rip it, I grip it, and flip it
- Trip it down memory lane, back to the park jams
- We used to spark jams, now niggas get jammed
- Or should I say jelly?
- My vocals rip through your Pelle Pelle
- You can't see me so you can't hit me
- You ace deuce tre, I four five six and trips
- Drums numb your ears, rhymes swell up your lips
- Chicks gravitate towards the crooked
- If your props are gone, Brooklyn took it
- [Chorus:]
- [KRS]("Brooklyn keeps on taking it")[x4]
- Mindcrusher, spinecrusher, Brooklyn been banging
- Making noise from the US to Russia
- Couldn't set it, even if you wanted
- So many bodies on my microphone, the shit's haunted
- Doggonnit, your girl's on it
- Record companies are on it, you can't have it, causing havoc
- Building, destroying, deploying
- My rhymes on beats strategicly I melt any MC
- I repre- aww fuck it, don't even need to say it
- You know the time when I start to sautee it
- So niggas be having mad maws and shit
- Cause Brooklyn stole the show like a grand larcenist
- But ease up off us, or you'll need officers
- We're deadly, there's no cure
- Boom bang em on down, treat competition like clowns
- Crooklyn, Crooklyn, from town to town
- Serve your girl butt naked
- If she's gone, who took it?
- [Chorus]
- This one is for Brooklyn, land of crooks, home of my game
- Try to front and we retire, MC's set em all on fire
- Scooping up the fly ladies round my microphone like a Mercedes
- If I was a video game you couldn't play me
- So keep it moving, don't play yourself
- Your rhymes are ?sinna raffin?, mine quite graffing
- Switch up, change up, Brooklyn still gets biz
- Plop plop, fizz fizz like Alka-Seltzer
- Try to freak it, wind up in a homelsss shelter
- Cause fuck what you heard, this is Crooklyn's casa
- Try to see us, and it's an MC massacre
- When we step, your state we shook it
- If it's gone, no doubt, Brooklyn took it
- [Chorus]
- (feat. Afu Ra)
- Yo Afu (Yo whassup?)
- Yo yo, c'mere c'mere
- Yo let's freak that rhyme we was freakin the other night
- (Yo I'm wit it yo just set it off)
- I'm sayin though, after this, it's no turnin back 'Fu
- (Aiyyo just set it off man)
- Pugilistic linguistics, check out the mystics, we're fantistic
- You mean fantastic
- Fuck it, you'll get your ass kicked
- Challenge my verbal gymnastics
- Vanacrobatics
- Vocabulary calisthenics
- Can't understand the mathematics are esoteric
- Watch the style but also peep the lyrics, my lightning, my thunder
- Way back I stomped out Her-cu-les
- But now I stomp out MC's
- Can't chill, because the Sun don't freeze
- Heavy metal, hard like titaniam
- Alchemist, I turn wax into platinum
- [Afu Ra]
- Influential, scientifical power
- My mental violence will shower
- Devour at a crazy rate, I speed into your circuits
- and incorporatin data banks
- Stamina, in the brain is how I slay it
- I enforce my voice and I always must obey it
- Endorsing a central rhyme of remedies
- Against any man at arms that can get with thee
- Eternal, internal, alchemist, I spill
- logic and science ever since
- Throwing cerebral blows without my fist
- Poisonous, Taoist
- Don't mess with toys in this racket
- Terrorists don't proceed to hi-jack it
- [Jeru]
- It's too perverted, you heard it, so now you get murdered
- Test the sound system, it throws off your equilibrium
- Deep concentration can't fracture the meditation
- Competition is flipped on at random
- Deviant monks attack the mic is mental pandemonium
- And then some, you go for your hand gun
- Psychokinetic forces proceed to smash in your cerebellum
- Phonetian with more stamina than a Christian
- my mind, C3 H5 N3 O9 like Nitroglycerine
- I bust as Afu Ra crush
- Clash with us and meet Cerebus
- [Afu-Ra]
- Ready, ridiculous rabbitry, as I commence
- I whirlwind through cities
- Breaking down substances, combining matter
- Test my hand skills and back bones splatter
- Rough and tough although the mental will stomp ya
- Pugilism electrocute like Blanka
- Collaborate, all my words into verses
- I instill the will without even curses
- Slurs, escapade off the beat
- Totally complete with the unique physique
- Microcosmic warrior, indeed I'll destroy ya
- And this mic, I'm taking over
- (Unclear words are in curly braces.)
- [REFRAIN:]
- I'm not talking about the queens
- But the bitches
- Not the sisters the bitches
- Not the young ladies the bitches
- The bitches, the bitches
- Now a queen's a queen and a stunt is a stunt
- You can tell who's who by the things they want
- Most chicks want minks,
- Diamonds, a Benz
- Spend up all your ends
- Prob'bly fuck your friends
- High-post attitudes, real rude with fat asses
- Think that the pussy is made out of gold
- Try to control you by slidin' up and down on the wood
- They be givin' up sex for goods
- Dealin' with bitches is the same old song
- They only want you 'til someone richer comes along
- Don't get me wrong, strong black women
- I know who's who so due respect I'm givin'
- While queens stand by you, and stick around
- Bitches suck you dry and push you down
- So it's my duty to address
- This vampiress
- Givin' the black man stress
- Recognize what's real and not material
- Or burn in hell, chasin' Polo and Guess, dumb bitches
- [REFRAIN]
- My man had a chick an' thought she was finger-lickin'
- I knew her style that's why I'm vegetarian
- I told him she was out to get what she could get
- He didn't believe me, so she bagged him up in the end
- Made the pussy do tricks then she sucked his dick
- He got caught up in the grip now he's payin' the rent
- Black Widow: she even killed dead presidents
- That he'd owe. Shouldn't have got one red cent
- I body slam her But I'm not a misogynist
- When I see a brother gettin' nabbed it makes me pissed
- Cosmetic enchantress scandalous temptress
- The way my man went out you'd think she was a pimpstress
- Bitches come my way, I make 'em hop
- 'Cause I'm hip to the game
- I'm not a slave so I don't get pussy-whipped
- bear in mind you'll lose em' to end material riches
- Fuckin' around with those bitches.
- [REFRAIN]
- Since I've been club-hoppin'
- You've been ho-hoppin'
- You've seen them pop up in every spot that I'm in
- Any nigga with a record
- Could get your butt naked
- So your man got a Lex'[is]
- You live in the projects
- Tryin' a flex but you ain't the smartest
- Your ass ain't the fattest
- Fuck around, play yourself and get dissed
- I know your status, you can't touch my status
- Deep down you want this
- Dyin' a be famous but you can't attain this
- Poppin' that coochie for Gucci
- Bitches like you ain't shit to me
- And don't talk about R-E-S-P-E-C-T
- 'Cause I treat my black sisters like royalty
- Now go in peace Don't make me get raw
- And treat you like the harlot that you are
- Filthy bitches
- [Guy 1:]Ohhh! Yo look towards the darkness
- [Guy 2:]Nah nah yo, look towards the light
- [Guy 1:]Yo what! Oh what the? Yo what is that?
- [Guy 2:]It's a supernova
- [Guy 1:]Nah nah man, that's a black hole
- [Guy 2:]Yo! Yo!
- [Guy 1:]Yo!
- [1 + 2:]Yo it's.. IT'S.. IT'S?!!!
- [The Prophet]
- I, leap over lies in a single bound (Who are you?)
- The Black Prophet
- One day I got struck by Knowledge of Self
- It gave me super-scientifical powers
- Now I, run through the ghetto
- Battlin my, arch nemesis Mr. Ignorance
- He's been tryin to take me out since the days of my youth
- He feared this day would come
- I'm hot on his trail, but sometimes he slips away
- Because he has an army, they always give me trouble
- Mainly - Hatred, Jealousy and Envy they attack me
- They think they got me
- But I use my super-science and I twist all three
- I see sparks over that buildin - they're shootin at me
- I dip, do a backflip
- Then hit em in the heart with sharp steel bookmarks
- Ignorance hates when I drop it
- But no matter, what he do.. he can't stop the Prophet
- [Deceit]
- Yo Prophet, yo Prophet, c'mere real quick
- Yo I just saw Ignorance downtown, let me put you on
- [Girl #2]
- Word, he down there buggin
- He got them illin out, they shootin and everything else..
- [The Prophet]
- Let's continue the saga, mad mad drama
- I met this chick, she said she knew where Ignorance was at
- I said, "Where?"
- She said, "Downtown"
- He had babies havin babies - and young niggaz sellin crack
- I think the bitch is lyin, it's a set up
- I can smell it, but Ignorance is runnin rampant
- Aight baby show me the exact spot
- Meet me at Hoyt and Schermerhorn at 3 on the dot
- So I hops up on the A-Train, I'm bein followed
- My seventh sense senses danger
- I turn around, it's Anger
- and he brought a mob along, it's the same old song
- Despair and Animosity got broke with the swiftness
- I don't know what they think this is
- I feel a sharp pain in my neck
- Now I can't see, I'm like Hiram
- They hit me with the dart filled with the pork chop serum
- I tried to hold on but before long I dropped
- When I awoke I was locked in the barber's shop
- Trapped in the barber's chair
- Oh no, they're gonna try and cut my hair
- But that can't stop the Prophet
- [Anger]
- Yo Prophet!
- Ignorance is tired of you followin him around
- We about to put an end to that RIGHT NOW
- Anamosity (YEA!) Despair (YO WHASSUP?) Get him!!
- [DJ Premier cuts and scratches: "Can't a damn thing stop me"]
- [The Prophet]
- A few minutes passed by, I hear a buzzin noise
- It was that chick with some of Ignorance's boys
- She said, "Prophet, we got you beat;
- by the way I'm Mr. Ignorance's wife, Deceit.
- But enough talk; now for your hair cut.."
- When the clippers touched my hair, they blew the fuck up
- After the explosion there was no one left
- Cause I know Dim Mak/poison hand/touch of death
- My vision's still kinda blurry, but I see a clue
- Ignorance is at the library
- I hurry, with lightning speed like The Flash
- He's at the big one, on Grand, Army Plaz'
- When I get inside the doors shut and the lights go off
- Damn, another trap
- I hear a hissin sound, I smell a funny smell
- I gasp, I can't breathe
- Ignorance is laughin at me
- Waitin on my downfall, but he can't stop the Prophet
- [Mr. Ignorance]
- Well Prophet
- It seems like you're in a bit of a jam
- I hope you can unstick yourself
- Oh, and what you did to my wife, it was nothing
- I have others
- Hahahahahaha... hahahahaha.. hahahahahah...
- [Verse One:]
- As devils search for the secrets to immortality
- I alter my physical chemistry
- Walk through the valley of the shadow of death
- I exist even when no things are left
- Vibrations transcend space and time
- Pure at heart because I deal with the mind
- That's why I compose these verses
- Audible worlds, my thoughts are now universes
- Written on these pages is the ageless
- wisdom of the sages, ignorance is contagious
- So I hope you keep your focus
- There's no hocus-pocus, in the end, it's just us
- Devil got brother killin brother, it's insane
- Goin out like Abel and Cain
- Wisen up and use your brain
- There'll be no limit, to the things that you can gain
- In positivity, balance it with negativity
- Until then, ain't the devil happy
- [Verse Two:]
- I hate when the devil's happy, so I wear my hair hair nappy
- Knotty, won't go out like John Gotti
- He came from the caves to destroy everybody
- And we like fools destroy our own bodies
- Too many niggaz chillin, bad boys boom boom
- This leaves no room for the flowers to bloom
- Seeds blow in the wind, another drug killing
- What, are we accomplishing? Nothing
- What's, the matter?
- Why everytime I look around another brain gets splattered?
- Some pockets get fatter but it don't matter
- The devil's the only one who really gets fatter
- Lead ruptures flesh, spleens are shattered
- Dreams are shattered, another Queen without a King
- What will out children become without proper guidance?
- Probably nothing, so ain't the devil happy
- [Verse Three:]
- Niggaz are in a state of nothingness
- Hopelessness, lifelessness
- If you're in range I hope you hear this
- And try to change this, cause it's disatrous
- Who gets the most loot, who gets bust?
- Dollar bill y'all, is the god we trust
- THe days blow by like dust
- Even Men of Steel rust
- We're out here acting ridiculous
- When, only we can save us
- Mentally enslave us, for little or nothing kill our neighbors
- Animalistic, caniballistic, behavior
- Look to the sky for your savior
- He won't save ya, he didn't save your forefathers
- Why bother, brothers? You must discover
- The power of self, know thyself, or find thyself
- Hating thyself, killing thyself
- While he collects the wealth that you sit back and murder for
- Ain't the devil happy
- [Premier cuts and scratches Jeru saying "My Mind Spray" for four bars]
- I annihilate, as I articulate
- Words of power, your ryhmes are unconfounding so death's your fate
- Ostentatious genius, of rappin
- Is mentally clappin to take hip-hop back, thats what's happenin
- Proficiency and ingenuity
- Plus more styles, than a Shaolin mon-es-tary
- In poetry my formula's deadly
- Bring your hypest man in your army another casual-ty
- Slow like demise I crept on those that slept
- Droppin my ryhme science like I'm Imhotep
- Application of mind over matter
- Made fools scatter, rhymes fatter, minds splatter
- Your girl bend over and over and over
- MC's try to touch the Damaja but you just can't win
- Excellent with the word play, you lay
- Face down, when my, mind spray
- [Premier does his thing again like only Primo can]
- Thunder on your Dome with no help from Mad Max
- Lyrics like hype tattooes go over the dope tracks
- We booby-traps, all our inventions
- We know the intentions of MC kleptomaniacs
- Rap brainiacs have cardiacs soon after the attack
- When it comes to ryhmin I slam harder than Shaq
- Accomplish the bio-feedback, more complex than an almanac
- Keep you up like an afrodesiac
- Idealist not an opportunist
- Don't molest no shorty still in all, I'm dangerous
- Mentally you can't talk to me, hear me, or see me
- You're not equipped
- From, street blocks to cell blocks my vo-cals rock
- Do more work than a crackhead with a, toolbox
- Jeru never touch-er, mic-ra-phone wrecker
- If your honey's a Queen I'll sex her
- More important, the mind strikes like the nine strikes
- a priest by May
- You reach for your uzay, when my mind spray
- [Primo flexes that razor sharp turntable wizardry]
- J-E, Rrrah-U it's a horror to you
- Lyrical kung-fu so do your kung-fu if you know kung-fu
- Dirty, down low profile
- Shoot up jams without the aid of lead projectiles
- Style's ridiculous, techniques infamous
- Take more heads than Santa Claus at Christmas
- Science misfits, meet the rath of my wit
- Immediately following, they go into a conniption fit
- Reach into my bag of darkness and spark this like an arsonist
- Blow up like a terrorist
- I'm not a sexist dont have the power to be a racist
- I'm a scientist, and an activist
- Complex yeah simple like Mixelplics
- Unlike the silly devil, I don't come with tricks/Trix
- So out there to all you MC's return to the righteous way
- Or meet death face to face when my, mind spray
- [Primo wrecks it like a 12 car collision]
- [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 forgotten, i'll tap you[jaw]
- I also kick like kung fu flicks by run run shaw
- Made frauds bleed every time I g'd
- Cuz i've perfected my drunken style like sam seed
- Pseudo psychos i play like Michael
- Jackson when i'm bustin ass and breakin backs
- Inhale the putrified aroma
- Breathe too deep and you'll wind up coma-
- tose the king i'm hard like a fifth of vodka
- And bring your clique cuz i'm a hard rock knocka
- I gotcha, out on a limb i'm about to push you off the brink
- Let you draw your craw but you burnin' shot breaks
- When the East is in the house you should come equipped
- [Verse Three:]
- Fly like a jet sting like a hornet
- Knuckleheads get live and set it off if you want it
- Dirty rotten scoundrels is crushin fools no joke
- With styles more fatal than second hand smoke
- Don't provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor
- Cuz I blow up spots like the world trade center
- Come with the super trooper on his assault mission
- The tech's technique cuz he's a technician
- Wishin he'll go away won't help the weapons stop
- The skills are shot cuz any idiot can let off a glock
- Hard rock smellin the clutch of this untoucha
- You claim you got beef on the streets so whatcha
- Gonna do when real niggaz roll up on you
- And you don't got your crew
- Pull your glock but you don't got the heart
- You was webbed straight from the start
- Bought a tool and didn't learn how to use it
- Got lost in Brooklyn so you had to lose it
- Just for frontin you got that ass waxed
- It started on the sands of land of the mother
- Word to mother, king like my father
- My style survived slave ships, whips, and chains, hardships
- Still through all this the praise roll off my lips
- Bring your guns, chains and tone force your religion
- On me cut my hair, the vibes still exist
- To destroy the molesters of my heritage
- But they conceal the drums of evil, my loyal lineage
- King of kings, God of gods
- Like my ancestors drums I beat the odds
- More mics killed than slaves during the middle passages
- Who rapes and ravages and calls us savage?
- Jungle bunny, I'm not mo' funny, I'm mo' deadly
- They know one day we'll learn how to use it
- That's why they fear our jungle music
- [Premier scratches "In the J-U-N-G-L-E"]
- We went from pyramids to the ghetto
- Still my sounds make devils tumble like the walls of Jerico
- Chant my paower to devour all the snakes and rats
- Extrasensory perception to avoid all traps
- Make a joyful noise unto the Lord
- In the sancuary of your caves white kids press record
- As my mystic music spread from sea to galaxy
- It's inevitable, you can't stop me
- Try to carbon copy, but it always comes out sloppy
- You can't outrap me, you can't outrock me
- Like the dreads on my head, you try and lock me
- Down underground, but I bounce to the jungle
- Melodies, that flows like the breeze
- Through the trees, like my forefathers, command the wind and seas
- With my jungle music
- [Premier does his thing]
- Unga bunga binga
- Sound warrior, I'll take your head more than a rap singer
- Enlightener, with the mitre
- Make the forces of my nature smite ya
- Over the airwaves, powers are released
- Holy music destroy the savage beast
- I'll beat the devil like a Niyabini drummer
- Beasts his drum, this beat will drum through the summer
- Try to hold us back with all the strength you can muster
- You'll hear a sound similar to the one Custer
- Heard before he got ambushed, you'll get ambushed
- For taking this back to Kush
- For too long you've abused it
- On the low used it, and called it jungle music
- [Premier scratches]
- electromagnetic beam, I get charged
- rhymes I run right thru em like a big box of Trojan large
- Mc's tried to hang but its a Brooklyn thang
- poison slang, poison fang
- poison pen let me begin,
- tryin to rhyme up in my cipher is gambilin
- freestylin me g, I be buckwilin
- you cant even challenge a nigga in my position
- technician, renditions more freaky than Rick James
- fly like airplanes thru all it remain the same
- my cuts like Freddy Krueger
- dont need a German Luger
- but shoot more shit than Stern-ruger
- dirty rottens comin thru punks cling to their guns
- dont start none, there wont be none
- cuz ahh...fuck around and it'll be tragic
- [Chorus]
- and I could rock a rhyme with just statik
- devastating, I gotcha heart pulsating
- ool-age, you need aid, ejaculating
- rhymes like semen, Mc's is scheming
- tryin to bag me baby black you must be beemin...
- feenin, I dont know who gased ya head up
- Im straight up, for less niggas have got wet up
- Im on a mission, scrambling my enemies transmission
- when he least expect it, run up in his h-q
- hi I.Q., every verse is e-q ued
- sliver like a snake, still you cant elued
- the neba, but not caneza
- its the toucha, no gun or God can protect ya
- neither the scripture, choke like a boa constrictor
- this is my house and I'll evict ya
- big respect is automatic...black
- [Chorus]
- I'll snatch up your girlfriend, her friend and their friends
- I got the game & fame shake out the condoms
- she's a victim, you shouldnt have that mouth dirty rotten
- and for the longest we knew you were plotten
- on the down fall, who stands tall, lick the balls
- Im not like that, so I smash out pussy walls
- on the low, oh no, on the high
- I get high, praise to the most high
- tried to battle me, step up & die
- like the arc of the covenant I electrify
- petrify, intelligence I glorify
- so devils are horrified
- sprayin like pecticide, con commit suicide
- step into my realm and be fried
- by the statik.........
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