Verbal Battle Lyrics
| Song | Verbal Battle |
| Artist | Jeru the Damaja |
| Album | Heroz4Hire |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Davis | |
| f/ Miz Marvel | |
| Intro: Jeru | |
| The Damaja | |
| In the time when hip hop was strong | |
| The Supahuman | |
| Klik ruled the land | |
| Bringin that futuristic hip hop, presently in time | |
| The first lieutenant in arms of the | |
| Supahuman | |
| KlikWas the all mighty, all powerful, | |
| Miz Marvel | |
| I think she can describe it how she does better{ | |
| Miz Marvel | |
| Thought I disappeared now that the smoke has cleared | |
| I come from times with inabitions, face to face with fears | |
| While shootin stars wishing that | |
| I can shift my gears | |
| So I raise my glass eye, | |
| I drink to that, say cheers | |
| And let the fire water wash away the tears, burn like salt | |
| On open wounds, thoughts consume all consetions | |
| Give birth to these rhymes like an oral | |
| C-sectionUhh, positive connection throughout the galaxy | |
| Time to switch to reality, make proper arrangementsfor the souls of fatalities | |
| It's the same for niggas that stuck with that slave mentality | |
| Or these wack ass rappers, they got no originality | |
| But my mentality, helps me travel around the galaxy | |
| Time gets shorter, | |
| I'm on the water, run insanity | |
| It seems like everyone was after me | |
| Three's a nasty girl like | |
| VanityMake niggas wild, | |
| I smoke la, anything to keep my sanity | |
| Ain't got no friends, everyone with me is family | |
| If they standing next to me, nothing's what it seems to be | |
| Sending energy, when | |
| I rhyme, but no time for idol questions | |
| If freestyling is my bible, when | |
| I fall in hip hop sessions | |
| Of the tribal blessings, lessons to be learned | |
| Respect had to be earned and not given | |
| On the fourth of them but not amongst the men that living | |
| Guy collides, when selfish minds can't asked to be forgiven | |
| Ain't no turning back the hands of time,when past spirits have risen{scratching | |
| Black, black, blackverbal, power, verbal, power{ | |
| Miz Marvel | |
| Power of the moon and the force of a sonic boom | |
| Help me heel like battle wounds, to that shit | |
| I'm immune | |
| We come thru like the first platoon, into smoke filled rooms | |
| Into it seems like magic mushrooms, from the womb to the tomb | |
| I got a meetin in the ladies room, | |
| I be back real soon | |
| O-o-oh o-o-o-oh | |
| To strike the deathblow, continue with a never ending flow | |
| And all pro, precise position, like a crossbow | |
| Friend or foe, gas heads go from | |
| C.E.O. to skid row | |
| See the toxic green flow, it's poison waters overflow | |
| Paint a mental picture, lyrical | |
| Michaelangelo | |
| Words pierced with the sting of a scorpio | |
| Beats mad bong, to collapse the | |
| Walls of Jericho | |
| Overflow and explore, | |
| I hope you got your blunts rolled'cause this is the same, no matter which zip code | |
| My minds pro, bitches is robbed,suckin the diamonds out your ear lobe | |
| I keep it tracked like a barcode of | |
| Illuminati | |
| And fight these devils back with the | |
| Code of Hammurabi{more scratching{ | |
| Miz Marvel | |
| I strike with magnum force, send you on a collision course | |
| With no remorse, | |
| I tap the source and knock you off ya high horse | |
| While beats and rhymes have intercourse to reproduce their first born | |
| Never sworn not to make the same mistakes as there parents | |
| Written on there face, time worn sharpen then a poison desert storm | |
| Step on first month | |
| Capricorn, quiet storm | |
| Jeans and boots my everyday uniform | |
| Elegants ruffness and inocence, if ever given a form | |
| Hell have a fury like a women's scorn | |
| My niggas strife to perform, | |
| I struggle to break the norm | |
| Give me any platform and | |
| I perform lyrical quiet storms | |
| I make it hot, you keep it luke warm | |
| From hotels to college dorms, keep these niggas souls torned{ | |
| More scratching | |
| Lot of other people, other groups aware of these consciousness | |
| Virtually impossible to defend against (repeated over and over) |
| zuo ci : Davis | |
| f Miz Marvel | |
| Intro: Jeru | |
| The Damaja | |
| In the time when hip hop was strong | |
| The Supahuman | |
| Klik ruled the land | |
| Bringin that futuristic hip hop, presently in time | |
| The first lieutenant in arms of the | |
| Supahuman | |
| KlikWas the all mighty, all powerful, | |
| Miz Marvel | |
| I think she can describe it how she does better | |
| Miz Marvel | |
| Thought I disappeared now that the smoke has cleared | |
| I come from times with inabitions, face to face with fears | |
| While shootin stars wishing that | |
| I can shift my gears | |
| So I raise my glass eye, | |
| I drink to that, say cheers | |
| And let the fire water wash away the tears, burn like salt | |
| On open wounds, thoughts consume all consetions | |
| Give birth to these rhymes like an oral | |
| CsectionUhh, positive connection throughout the galaxy | |
| Time to switch to reality, make proper arrangementsfor the souls of fatalities | |
| It' s the same for niggas that stuck with that slave mentality | |
| Or these wack ass rappers, they got no originality | |
| But my mentality, helps me travel around the galaxy | |
| Time gets shorter, | |
| I' m on the water, run insanity | |
| It seems like everyone was after me | |
| Three' s a nasty girl like | |
| VanityMake niggas wild, | |
| I smoke la, anything to keep my sanity | |
| Ain' t got no friends, everyone with me is family | |
| If they standing next to me, nothing' s what it seems to be | |
| Sending energy, when | |
| I rhyme, but no time for idol questions | |
| If freestyling is my bible, when | |
| I fall in hip hop sessions | |
| Of the tribal blessings, lessons to be learned | |
| Respect had to be earned and not given | |
| On the fourth of them but not amongst the men that living | |
| Guy collides, when selfish minds can' t asked to be forgiven | |
| Ain' t no turning back the hands of time, when past spirits have risen scratching | |
| Black, black, blackverbal, power, verbal, power | |
| Miz Marvel | |
| Power of the moon and the force of a sonic boom | |
| Help me heel like battle wounds, to that shit | |
| I' m immune | |
| We come thru like the first platoon, into smoke filled rooms | |
| Into it seems like magic mushrooms, from the womb to the tomb | |
| I got a meetin in the ladies room, | |
| I be back real soon | |
| Oooh ooooh | |
| To strike the deathblow, continue with a never ending flow | |
| And all pro, precise position, like a crossbow | |
| Friend or foe, gas heads go from | |
| C. E. O. to skid row | |
| See the toxic green flow, it' s poison waters overflow | |
| Paint a mental picture, lyrical | |
| Michaelangelo | |
| Words pierced with the sting of a scorpio | |
| Beats mad bong, to collapse the | |
| Walls of Jericho | |
| Overflow and explore, | |
| I hope you got your blunts rolled' cause this is the same, no matter which zip code | |
| My minds pro, bitches is robbed, suckin the diamonds out your ear lobe | |
| I keep it tracked like a barcode of | |
| Illuminati | |
| And fight these devils back with the | |
| Code of Hammurabi more scratching | |
| Miz Marvel | |
| I strike with magnum force, send you on a collision course | |
| With no remorse, | |
| I tap the source and knock you off ya high horse | |
| While beats and rhymes have intercourse to reproduce their first born | |
| Never sworn not to make the same mistakes as there parents | |
| Written on there face, time worn sharpen then a poison desert storm | |
| Step on first month | |
| Capricorn, quiet storm | |
| Jeans and boots my everyday uniform | |
| Elegants ruffness and inocence, if ever given a form | |
| Hell have a fury like a women' s scorn | |
| My niggas strife to perform, | |
| I struggle to break the norm | |
| Give me any platform and | |
| I perform lyrical quiet storms | |
| I make it hot, you keep it luke warm | |
| From hotels to college dorms, keep these niggas souls torned | |
| More scratching | |
| Lot of other people, other groups aware of these consciousness | |
| Virtually impossible to defend against repeated over and over |
| zuò cí : Davis | |
| f Miz Marvel | |
| Intro: Jeru | |
| The Damaja | |
| In the time when hip hop was strong | |
| The Supahuman | |
| Klik ruled the land | |
| Bringin that futuristic hip hop, presently in time | |
| The first lieutenant in arms of the | |
| Supahuman | |
| KlikWas the all mighty, all powerful, | |
| Miz Marvel | |
| I think she can describe it how she does better | |
| Miz Marvel | |
| Thought I disappeared now that the smoke has cleared | |
| I come from times with inabitions, face to face with fears | |
| While shootin stars wishing that | |
| I can shift my gears | |
| So I raise my glass eye, | |
| I drink to that, say cheers | |
| And let the fire water wash away the tears, burn like salt | |
| On open wounds, thoughts consume all consetions | |
| Give birth to these rhymes like an oral | |
| CsectionUhh, positive connection throughout the galaxy | |
| Time to switch to reality, make proper arrangementsfor the souls of fatalities | |
| It' s the same for niggas that stuck with that slave mentality | |
| Or these wack ass rappers, they got no originality | |
| But my mentality, helps me travel around the galaxy | |
| Time gets shorter, | |
| I' m on the water, run insanity | |
| It seems like everyone was after me | |
| Three' s a nasty girl like | |
| VanityMake niggas wild, | |
| I smoke la, anything to keep my sanity | |
| Ain' t got no friends, everyone with me is family | |
| If they standing next to me, nothing' s what it seems to be | |
| Sending energy, when | |
| I rhyme, but no time for idol questions | |
| If freestyling is my bible, when | |
| I fall in hip hop sessions | |
| Of the tribal blessings, lessons to be learned | |
| Respect had to be earned and not given | |
| On the fourth of them but not amongst the men that living | |
| Guy collides, when selfish minds can' t asked to be forgiven | |
| Ain' t no turning back the hands of time, when past spirits have risen scratching | |
| Black, black, blackverbal, power, verbal, power | |
| Miz Marvel | |
| Power of the moon and the force of a sonic boom | |
| Help me heel like battle wounds, to that shit | |
| I' m immune | |
| We come thru like the first platoon, into smoke filled rooms | |
| Into it seems like magic mushrooms, from the womb to the tomb | |
| I got a meetin in the ladies room, | |
| I be back real soon | |
| Oooh ooooh | |
| To strike the deathblow, continue with a never ending flow | |
| And all pro, precise position, like a crossbow | |
| Friend or foe, gas heads go from | |
| C. E. O. to skid row | |
| See the toxic green flow, it' s poison waters overflow | |
| Paint a mental picture, lyrical | |
| Michaelangelo | |
| Words pierced with the sting of a scorpio | |
| Beats mad bong, to collapse the | |
| Walls of Jericho | |
| Overflow and explore, | |
| I hope you got your blunts rolled' cause this is the same, no matter which zip code | |
| My minds pro, bitches is robbed, suckin the diamonds out your ear lobe | |
| I keep it tracked like a barcode of | |
| Illuminati | |
| And fight these devils back with the | |
| Code of Hammurabi more scratching | |
| Miz Marvel | |
| I strike with magnum force, send you on a collision course | |
| With no remorse, | |
| I tap the source and knock you off ya high horse | |
| While beats and rhymes have intercourse to reproduce their first born | |
| Never sworn not to make the same mistakes as there parents | |
| Written on there face, time worn sharpen then a poison desert storm | |
| Step on first month | |
| Capricorn, quiet storm | |
| Jeans and boots my everyday uniform | |
| Elegants ruffness and inocence, if ever given a form | |
| Hell have a fury like a women' s scorn | |
| My niggas strife to perform, | |
| I struggle to break the norm | |
| Give me any platform and | |
| I perform lyrical quiet storms | |
| I make it hot, you keep it luke warm | |
| From hotels to college dorms, keep these niggas souls torned | |
| More scratching | |
| Lot of other people, other groups aware of these consciousness | |
| Virtually impossible to defend against repeated over and over |
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