Dirty

Sim, Sim, solid Bim, I go off this hot sauce

It's the return of the boss, mic clapping

Sucker MC's wanna make it happen

All these wack-ass rappers ass backwards like pig Latin

No biscuit, still murder shit with the quickness

Sixteen times three bars of slickness

It wouldn't be Jeru if I ain't say some clever shit

So yo, I keep it bouncing like a porn star's tits

I should warn you, right out the gate

I put it down like a five hundred pound primate

Straight fire, I make flows evaporate

And I bone it so hard the mic is screaming out, "Rape!"

Super gutter, call it dirty bomb

My body mics like the Cong did soldiers in Vietnam

It's like that, and you don't stop

My mind spray automatic like RoboCop

You got a freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow

You cutting up to the jungles of any vibe in that thing

You got a freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow

You cutting up to the jungles of any vibe in that thing

You got a freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow

You cutting up to the jungles of any vibe in that thing

You got a freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow

It's the return of the dopest Brooklyn motherfucker!

I'm at it again, ain't nobody safe

I empty a clip of rhymes in the MC's face

Man listen, Jeru skill technician

I hit you with some shit that leave your whole body twitching

Sticks, stones, and words can't harm me

I fold competition up like they origami

You think you macking but I'm on some next shit

I got chicks in Japan cooking me rice for breakfast

It's like this and like that

I rip spines out backs like Mortal Kombat

Fucking with me, you ass out like a baboon

'Cause I shoot the gift like a rusty harpoon

Hit you with some chakra, you cry bloody murder

I'm a master like Galactus, you's a worker like the Surfer

Keep it organic, the flow is natural

I rest in Brooklyn and my name is Jeru

You got a freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow

You cutting up to the jungles of any vibe in that thing

You got a freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow

You cutting up to the jungles of any vibe in that thing

You got a freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow

You cutting up to the jungles of any vibe in that thing

You got a freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow

It's the return of the dopest Brooklyn motherfucker!

Fee-fi-fo-fum, it's like Tabasco when I flow

But y'all already know who's the sickest

Mixing deadly chemical liquids

Then I spit it at MC's that I have on my hit list

Shoot rhymes 'til the hammer start clicking

And I'm steadily beating up chickens like Peter Griffin

On your belly or back, the rhyme strap

Get out of line, get jacked in the grill like Borat

MC's be bumping they gums like females

Put the press on, they wouldn't pop off if they was Lee Nails

Blow it up or construct with my tool

I keep my shit kicking like a barking bull

Peep game if you think it's a joke

I'm like Superman combined with the Hulk, amped on coke

Straight flowing, I'm as real as it gets

Most of y'all faggots is faker than Miss New York's new tits

You got a freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow

You cutting up to the jungles of any vibe in that thing

You got a freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow

You cutting up to the jungles of any vibe in that thing

You got a freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow

You cutting up to the jungles of any vibe in that thing

You got a freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow

It's the return of the dopest Brooklyn motherfucker!

I was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York