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