suntoucher

'bout to drop this right now for you

the original suntoucher

lettin' you know

what's up. goes like this. we're about to put it on you right here right now

let you know

how it goes down

and this is

this is what it is. it's the urban organic mic mechanic

super-human mc powers help me fly around the planet

touch the microphone device

whole countries get frantic

saving damsels in distress so young girls don't panic

putting mcs under pressure till they crack like ceramic

always thought they could flow but sink like the titanic

rhymes rip through your skull like icebergs through the hull

survive the impact and arctic cold freezes your soul

create a new style

then break the mold

compositions are controlled and liable to explode

like land mines

my crew blows through like wind chimes

make it hot like fire

200 proof like moonshine

risky

playing yourself is risky

and the flows mad jazzy like dizzy gillespie

and the sound be harmonious and deadly

like a harpy

call me the big one like wayne gretzky

no man can test me

so why try?

focus like a samurai

stronger than a maitai

or a tsunama

i mean tsunami

i rock it from mtv

to the bbc

radioactive waves short out your tv

aliens check it for me in the next galaxy

put it in a time capsule till the next century

in a black out use it for electricity

danger

high voltage

don't feed me their daily dosage

i break it down mathematically

99.9 is the percentage

like closing fine wine the rhymes are vintage

and the universal will gives me strength like spinach

with dinage

i eat it like a tofu sandwich

with cabbage

i ask your girl

she knows that i'm not the average

nigga

who claims to pull the trigga'

reality's the root of the rhymes that i configure

phony. baloney

swear like don corleone

but when shit hit the fan they start crying like pretty tony

tender like roni. but wish to be bad like bobby

been there

done that

smashed up

rockin' rhymes is my hobby

you're probably like

what's he on

cause i rock it from the start

till the beat is gone

not in the mafia but i'm the microphone don

and the words that i shoot out my mouth are teflon

jeru never touch ya

microphone wrecka'

meet out in the stretcha'

step up in my center

try to match wits but the mental will crush ya

jeru the damaja

the suntoucher. peace. yeah

this is it right here

how we' flowin down.