作词 : Bell, Cato, Chabers, Davis ...
'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...