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Wrath of the Math
by Jeru The Damaja
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Wrath of the Math Lyrics
Lyrics
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Track
Title
- [Verse 1]
- I heard some MC's wanna bring it
- But a female is one of their strongest men
- When I step to you don't seek refuge
- Make it happen, fuck the rappin'
- Because I know I got that sewed
- The first time I ever touched the microphone it glowed
- Now I explode, eruptin' like a nigga that drunk too much
- But not intoxicated...
- As mental stress increase you'll need to be sedated
- Sick and tired of the izm schism
- This time's a warning, after this we take it to pugilism
- Mash out the beedies, dreads spark up the corn
- I flow muddy like the gutter after the rainstorm
- My mission to seek, build or destroy
- Like Deadwood Dick, I be the Black Cowboy
- And this is the showdown...
- [Chorus]
- [Primo scratching]
- [Verse 2]
- After this MC's will wish to do battle with me
- For their sake I hope that they apply the proper strategy
- In any case, worst comes to worst I'll be the best
- Storms will come, this we know for sure, but can you stand the crash test?
- There's no vest or no way you can get suited up
- For what's about to happen, you might as well get zooted
- I heard that ignorance is bliss, so I guess you're all blistered
- The wrong move is made, like 40's in the ghetto your cap is quickly twisted
- And just in case the first time you missed it
- The wrong move is made, like 40's in the ghetto your cap is quickly twisted
- Livin' on a diet of flesh and Mistic
- I kicks the ballistics and keep it realistic
- We shoot shit up like the Hatfields and McCoys
- Perverted monks, the Black Cowboys
- And this is the showdown...
- [Repeat chorus]
- [Verse 3]
- It's a cryin' shame what some niggas'll do for fame
- When they think they know the game
- But I switch up the rules of the game
- Drops jewels in the game
- The fluid is quite fatal, like water on the brain
- I be the Sheriff and I got MC's on the chain gang
- Continuous hard labour until the day that they hang
- One outlaw tried to escape but I murdered his gang
- Right back at ya bitch-ass just like a boomerang
- Or a bolo, you couldn't knock me out with Apollo
- The god is never chillin', hot like a volcano
- Once I met up with this bandolero
- Why'd he make me bust him in his head with his banjo?
- I put MC's on the ceiling like Michelangelo
- Did the Sixteenth[Sistine]Chapel
- Known to kick and grapple, so you couldn't test the Real McCoy
- The Black Cowboys
- And this is the showdown...
- [Repeat chorus]
- [Intro]
- Ayo...(what's up?)...there's a lotta motherfuckers out here
- with a style similar to mine nowadays, you know what I mean?
- (For reals) Be tryin' to like...they infiltrated the camp,
- and now they, they wanna take the style and claim it for they
- owns, ya know? (That's how you feel?) But I'mma blow'em up,
- 'cause it's just like, whatever, you know what I'm sayin'? (Whatever)
- [First Verse]
- It's too strategical and mathematical
- I rotate so fast that I appear invisible
- I keep it chemical, but never subliminal
- The force centrifugal and spiritual
- You got static? Get grounded, 'cause I've mastered electrical
- Mostly mental, but don't sleep on the physical
- Ignorance got'em chatterin', one even said I was a son to him
- Still my LP is fatter than
- his or yours, took a two-year pause
- Now that I'm back on the set my foes drop like hoe's drawers
- in a brothel, only dealin' with what's logical
- Applied science left MC's penetrable
- The leader's stroke is apocalyptic
- Hostile like Arabics in Israel with automatics
- And if you want it, the Monks can make it hectic
- Set it off, fire burn up Jack Frost and Santa Claus
- Whatever you want to do, make it clever
- Whatever, whatever, whatever
- [Primo Scratching]
- [Unknown:]
- [Second Verse]
- Bound to blow up, but never disintegratin'
- The ultimate MC equation
- Ferromagnetic, ask my pops, it's genetic
- That's why I'm a weedhead and not an alcoholic
- Call it whatever you want to call it
- Devils just know that it's some form of arithmetic
- Hieroglyphic, 'cause you can picture this shit
- The state of hip-hop today is like hookers in politics
- Got MCin' locked down like a convict
- Blowin' up opposition as I maneuver through it
- And to make sure it's overstood, I stick around
- Popular like crime in ghetto neighbourhoods
- Rock my crown like Shaka did, hold it down
- Fuck your mind up like Joe Jackson, kids, check it out
- So whatever you want to do, make it clever
- Whatever, whatever, whatever
- [Primo scratching]
- [Lord Finesse:]
- [Unknown:]
- [Third Verse]
- Fire, flames, heat up the competition
- Spontaneous combustion, like the Pope's religion
- your style of emceein' is Paganism
- Your rhymes make no sense, just like a Roman Christian
- But your niggas soup you up like Lipton
- The Gwong Jan Lin of underground emceein' strikes again
- The snake bites again, but I'm immune to the poisonous
- venom, ask the devil, he knows I'm dangerous
- Freak on the mic, but not sexual
- Call me unalike 'cause my rhymes are never homo
- Make you sad, like when Cher left Sonny Bono
- Fire burn Giuliani, Pataki and Cuomo
- Whatever you want to do, make it clever
- Whatever, whatever, whatever
- [Primo Scratching]
- [Lord Finesse:]
- [Unknown:]
- (feat. Afu-Ra)
- [Afu:]Yo 'Ru
- [Jeru:]Yo whassup?
- [Afu:]Yo, c'mere, c'mere. Yo, let's freak that rhyme we was freakin'
- the other night
- [Jeru:]I'm sayin' I'm with it, just set it off
- [Afu:]Yo, after this, there's no turning back
- [Jeru:]I'm saying, just set it off!
- Physical paralysis, open your chest like a chalice
- MCs couldn't strike movements we wish to brandish
- I'm tormentin', mind states lyrical warrior
- I flow through, fuck the mic I fuckin' floor ya
- Headlocks and armlocks, necks is gettin' broken
- No jokin', format'll leave your whole borough smokin'
- Fist of five rings, I fling MCs to the gutter
- Samurai sharp, more deadly than box-cutters
- Ultimate, as I emit your death blow
- Perverted Monks, and Jeru with the combo
- Peter Piper picked peppers
- And Run rocked rhymes but now he rock hymns
- I got G through mama
- the physical extremities
- Indomitable
- The spirit can't be broken
- But jaws are broken
- And even backs are broken
- Think you're on point, well let your points of pressure open
- Foot and fist got your head hangin' open
- The breath rebirth
- I damage in the mental and physical universe
- You quake the earth when you hit face-first
- Brake before it gets worse
- But those that thirst for abuse get loose
- 'Cause soon I'll be around that neck tight like a noose
- God, show improvement
- More strength than the Juggernaut, electric like Magneto
- Know you couldn't test Mental, or now the sequel
- I slip to the floor for the grapple
- I crack your collarbone, while I bust your Adam's apple
- Spleens get ripped out the backs of your raps
- Broken-down fractions as you start to make actions
- It's too elusive, how I'm quicker than Bruce's
- Silver surfin', the universe is now its astrological
- As I proceed in my vehicle
- You can't stop it
- Fiber-optic, so you watch it
- Sophistry, with so much fury
- You can't get with me
- Fight scenes are left bloody
- Poisonous,
- My thoughts make plates shift
- Some may call this tectonics
- But airwaves from miles I boil by my sonics
- It's ironic, got MCs hooked on phonics
- So physical styles I construct like bionics
- Displaced joints like Shaolin should not
- Furious roundhouses cause bones to splinter
- Protect your feet, legs, midsection and neck
- 'Cause I'm here to let you know it's not just on MPEGs
- We wrecks, and more than just figuratively
- Let it be known that we bringin' it physically
- And the effect is bodily harm
- No chance to pull your firearm
- For the body move swift and the mind stay calm
- Ways shift like the moment before the storm
- Watch my form
- It's deadly
- Come to close it could get bloody
- And ugly
- You think that you could stop me?
- Perverted monks, so now we apply pressure
- This Stamina's style is iller than its predecessor
- Dial witch professor, mix up the elixir
- Internal power, MCs we devour
- One day about six 'o clock I'm woke up
- By the sound of my buzzer and a car or a truck
- Screechin' off, so I jump up, scratch my nuts
- But when I'm like "Who's that?" nobody speaks up
- So I go to the door there's a note it says:
- Do the right thing and we might let him go,
- But if you call the police, that's all she wrote
- You know what the motive is, it's all about dough
- And in case ya think we bullshittin' here's the photo."
- I couldn't recognize the clows because they was all hooded down
- But I peeped Foxy Brown sippin' Cristal in the background
- With fake alligator boots on
- And smack dab in the middle was hip-hop with a Versace suit on
- I immediately called Primo
- I said "Hip-Hop is in trouble, meet me at my rest on the double
- Don't even jump in the shower, matta'fact scratch my rest
- Meet me and D & D in an half an hour
- And bring all ya shit wit' you cuz you know what we got to do."
- Yo Afu! (Whassup?) Lets jet-son like Elroy
- If I recall correctly I last saw hip-hop down at Bad Boy
- We'll see if Puff knows whassup
- Cuz he's the one gettin' him drunk and fuckin' his mind up
- We go to the office, he's nowhere to be found
- So we snatch up Jay Black and beat his bitch ass down
- He said he'd give him up if a real nigga came to retrieve 'em..."
- So we went to L.A. later that evenin'
- When we got there, everything was aaight
- And we brought Hip-Hop back home that night.
- ONE DAY...
- [Chorus]
- Scientifical Madness
- Scientifical Madness
- My status is the baddest
- [Repeat Again]
- [Verse 1]
- There's a hole in the ozone layer
- I'm rippin vampires
- You think I give a fuck
- Who's the biggest player
- Or who's got the fattest bank roll
- What is it if a man gains the world
- And lose his own soul?
- Bioengineered, mutated chickens
- Niggaz lickin' one another
- Brother killin' brother
- And you demon muthafuckas
- Start coastal rivalries
- The worlds greatest lust is jewelery
- Mind Jah lick you with disease
- So I inflict MC's like Ebola
- Or some other man made cancer
- Fuck a two-hundred dollar sweater
- We need to try and reach the niggaz
- On the corner
- But all we do is create drug dealers
- Envy then creates murderers
- Diamond rings, pretty hoes
- Fat chains, expensive things
- Just watch which way
- Ya burner swings in this world of...
- [Chorus]
- [Verse 2]
- Chemical warfare
- The telephoner acts like he lives here
- The goverment is putting madd shit in the air
- Projects are strategically set-up
- In the case that shit you up
- They easily blown up
- Poisonous gases
- The so-called righteous help for the masses
- But it's them that judge their own asses
- Knowing what thier task is
- But still receding, ass backwards
- Do you need to ask me who the devil is
- Some may call it showbizz
- I just call 'em hipocrites
- 'Cause they don't teach the children shit positive
- Like how a man should live
- They only focus on the negative
- So they're stuck in the ghetto
- While you drive a car and got a condo
- It's all for the dolo
- It's killing your own people
- profits greater than (?Peneco?)
- Forget about whats equal
- In this world of...
- [Chorus]
- [Verse3]
- Artifically inseminated
- White bitches have babies most black youth are incarcerated
- In the ghetto babies having babies but no loot
- So most pregnancies are terminated
- Warlocks keep the covernant
- And the souls of the ignorant ones empower it
- It's transparent
- You see Uncle Sam as your parent
- When Amerikkka has beef you jump up to defend it
- But you can still be a defendant
- Ask my co-defendant
- And we're both innocent
- Every black man in Amerikkka faces imprisonment
- Ridicule, and torment
- But in this tournament
- The chosen few shall be triumphant
- And the devil will be decapitated
- So you can keep your (?duckets?)
- And your (?dressing?), I wont be emasculated
- In this world of...
- [Chorus]
- Ain't nothin worse than a wack mc
- Unfortunately that's all that surrounds me
- So I come to crush the un - stable structure
- It's the return of the dopest Brooklyn motherfucker
- To ever, ignite the mic, get it right
- Mad respect, pimps grap your hoes
- Punks grab your checks
- What's next, pure nonsense and the style ya flex
- And your so bloody pussy, you need a co-tex
- Latex cause they're drippin vaginal juices
- So many so called gangsta niggas and their booty producers
- Now watch the act that's vanishin
- Gold and platinum, but who gets the publishin
- Not to rub it in, drop it in your box, now your dubbin
- My company fucked up my projects momentum
- But I'm still winnin
- Cause I'm a winner
- Came to the table with snakes they had snakes on they're plates
- Plus niggas on they're plates, they put figures on my plate
- I took the loot unscathed
- Cause I couldn't dine wit em
- See 17, age 19 (?)
- On a podium, at this time you are rewindin
- And like solar and lunar, you're clockin
- It's to perverted
- It's too perverted, you heard it
- So deep, that it becomes fossilized
- Too many times I find my style between mcs inside
- (?), but they swallow their tongues like seisures
- I pierce flesh and strike nerves like acupuncture
- Or acupressure, feel the wrath of my mathematics
- Kinetics, you need a local anesthetic
- Cause your system has acquired an imune deficiency
- Overwhelmed by my telepathy, no sympathy
- Cursed (?) but graceful like caligraphy
- And (?) like (?) was not to mc
- Life givin, yet I'm still deadly
- And before you step to me
- Remember it's too perverted
- It's too perverted
- It's too perverted, you heard it
- [x2]
- Master rhymin so I'm steadily climbin
- I rip through mics like when my dick strikes the hymen
- Total controller, some claim to be bolder
- But they rotate around the lunar
- I keep it solar, polar
- Who vibrates and radiates
- Thunder, lightning, earthquakes from north to south
- East to west test the best get sprayed
- Drop jewels, burn papes, till my ride escapes
- Akward flow to some it's even unorthox
- Bone crushin, life threatnin like the jaws of a crocodile
- Your hunny wishes to stay a while
- And I told her she could stay
- Am I foul or just to perverted
- [Intro: Jeru]
- Yo, are you a pimp, a hustler?
- No I'm not.
- Are you a man, and can you stand alone like a man has to sometimes?
- Yes I can.
- Are you willing, to go out there and save the lives of our children,
- even if it means losing your own life?
- Yes I am.
- I believe you Jeru, you're ready.
- You've no-no-nothing to worry about
- [Verse One:]
- Now, I don't push a Lex
- Others had their turn to flex, Jeru is up next
- All, these so called players up in the rap game
- Got brothers on the corner selling cooked cocaine
- It used to be LaToya and, jim hats
- But now it's uzis macs and, g-packs of cracks
- Everybody's psycho or some type of goodfellow
- But me I keep it real that's all swine like jello
- Don't drink Cristal, and I can't stand Mo
- Never received currency for moving a kilo
- Or an ounce, make em bounce to this fake-pimp free flow
- I never knew hustlers, confessed in stereo
- Or on video get caught you'll know who turned State's
- Evidence, murder weapon, confession and fingerprints
- Mama always said watch what comes out your mouth
- Tight case for the DA from here to down South
- Knowledge wisdom understanding like King Solomon's wealth
- You're a player but only because you be playin yourself
- [Chorus:]
- With all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're, playin yaself
- With all that big gun talk, bop, you're, playin yaself
- With all that rah rah rah, you're, playin yaself
- You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself
- With all that rah rah rah, you're, playin yaself
- With all that big gun talk, bop, you're, playin yaself
- With all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're, playin yaself
- You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself
- [Verse Two:]
- Now these ladies is lookin pretty from city to city
- I refined a few I met, around the country
- The nitty gritty, it's all reality, no question
- Actual fact like tight jeans cause yeast infections
- And sisters with good minds, get no respect when
- Their ass is all hangin out, playin the bar section
- of the club shake what your mama gave ya, back to the lab
- I drop the truth, cause rhyming is more than just my craft
- Or a way to get ass, or fast cash, or blasted
- Black women, make sure you're respected
- When niggaz is kickin that old off the wall shit, let em know
- from jump: "Dead it", you're not ignorant
- Knowledge wisdom understanding is the key to wealth
- Put some clothes on that ass if you respect yourself
- [Chorus:]
- With those hooker type wears hon you're, playin yaself
- With those skin tight jeans baby you're, playin yaself
- Everything all exposed you're, playin yaself
- You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself
- Everything all exposed you're, playin yaself
- With those skin tight jeans baby you're, playin yaself
- With those hooker type wears hon you're, playin yaself
- You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself
- [Verse Three:]
- Now, I don't bust a tec, bubble drugs
- in the projects, or use mics to sell sex
- Niggaz, nowadays is all about this
- So much ying yang, it's ridiculous
- If you got so much cheese where are the black distributors
- And these record companies shake em down like mobsters
- But impostors, like commercial locks are not rastas
- Always fakin moves, never, makin moves
- Asses shake, bottles pop, the government is breakin down
- you fools, you work all week and give the devil back his loot
- for jewels, and the steak on your plate is filled
- with chemicals, still, brothers leave brothers
- all battered and bruised, on the streets
- Won't see snakes on my feet
- The race is on, but I won't compete
- In this competition, because I have a greater mission
- I hope that you listen
- Knowledge wisdom and understanding brings, long life
- and health, think anything else and ya playin yaself
- [Chorus:]
- So all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're, playin yaself
- And all those skin tight jeans hon you're playin yaself
- And all that rah rah rah, you're, playin yaself
- You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself
- And all those hooker type wears baby you're playin yaself
- And all that big gun talk money you're playin yaself
- Everything all exposed you're, playin yaself
- You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself
- [Posdnous:]
- [Verse One:]
- Police all on my dick like I shot somebody
- Cause of these big ass lips and I rock my locks knotty
- Life is getting hectic Tupac got shot in the nuts
- You saw cops was corrupt when Rodney King got fucked up
- With friends like these who needs enemies
- Constantly harassing, filling up my nuts like a Klansman
- Snatching up a nigga for nuttin I heard bad guys wear black
- So I guess I'm the motherfucking villain
- Under pressure they got me under pressure
- What's your name your address and phone number
- Your occupation come down to the station
- There's been a robbery they claim a nigga fit the description
- It can't be, so I slides out on em
- In ninety-five you gotta catch a nigga, if you want him
- One to three, and five to ten
- Bullies in blue suits Son with automatic weapons
- I'm stressed, ready to blow up somethin
- The beast keep frontin, invasion
- [Verse Two:]
- I was forced into a life of crime
- Career criminal, now my career is crime
- My mind is in a fucked up state
- A brainwashed state, is the black man's fate, in the ground
- or locked down upstate, when I was young I used to shoot for the stars
- but got shot down by demons in patrol cars
- Stars good cop, bad cop, stick up the crack spot
- The ave won't get hot til one of their crew gets shot
- Ask, Larry Davis, how much they took
- Cops and crooks, but who's the crooks?
- Take a nigga to jail, make bail, guilty or innocent
- The system gets ten percent
- Frontin like you're doin somethin
- But you ain't sayin nothin, invasion
- [Verse Three:]
- Come up in my cipher best believe I'ma dip on that ass
- Beast-boy I'm professional heart of the ghetto
- raised, in the ways of thugs
- Dodgin slugs, takin slugs, driving stolen automobiles
- skills fantastical
- Living life on the edge it's dramatic, mad drama
- I'm a fanatic, adrenalin addict
- Getaway car, stick shit or automatic
- Where's my crew at, you got your crew scopin
- for a nigga up and down the Ave, it makes me laugh
- Eat my nuts, eat my dust
- I won't spend the night locked up or in handcuffs
- Cuz in the conrete jungle, I got the right stuff
- Smooth operator, pilot and navigator
- Break out from oppression, my mission to escape
- The, invasion
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