Come Clean
Jeru the Damaja Lyrics

You wanna front, what? Jump up and get bucked
If you want to act tough, be prepared to suffer the consequences

If you're feeling lucky duck, then press your luck
If you think you can take the risk, go ahead and try

I snatch fake gangster MCs and make 'em faggot flambé
I expose and humiliate fake gangster rappers

Your nine spray, my mind spray
You use guns, I use my words to defeat you

Malignant mist that'll leave comp defunct
My lyrics are so powerful they destroy my competition

The result's your remains stuffed in a car trunk
You will be eliminated and forgotten

You couldn't come to the jungles of the East popping that yang
You can't come to my territory and act tough or violent

You won't survive, get live, catching wreck is our thing
You won't last long, we are experts at causing mayhem

I don't gang bang or shoot out, bang, bang
I am not part of a gang or a violent individual

The relentless lyrics, the only dope I slang
I only sell my music and lyrics, not drugs

I'm a true master, you can check my credentials
I am an expert and have the proof to back it up

'Cause I choose to use my infinite potential
I make the most of my abilities and achieve greatness

Got a freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow
My style is unique and impressive

Control the mic like Fidel Castro locked Cuba
I have complete domination and control over the microphone

So deep that you can't scuba dive
My level of skill and depth of lyrics are unattainable

My jive's origin is unknown like the Jubas
My style and origin of music is a mystery

I've accumulated honeys all across the map
I have a lot of admirers and fans all over the world

'Cause I'd rather bust a nut than bust a cap
I prefer sex over violence

In your back, in fact, my rap snaps your sacroiliac
My music is so powerful and intense it can cause physical harm

I'm the mack, so I don't need to tote a MAC
I am so respected and successful, I don't need to carry a gun

My attack is purely mental and its nature's, not hate
My style of rap is mental, not violent or hateful

It's meant to wake you up out of your brainwashed state
My lyrics are designed to be eye-opening and sobering

Stagnate nonsense, for if you persist
Stop with the nonsense, it won't get you anywhere

You'll get your snotbox bust, you press up on this
You'll get punched in the face if you mess with me

I flip, hoes dip, none of the real niggas skip
I have an incredible style and only fake people don't like it

You don't know enough math to count the mics that I've ripped
I have performed and dominated countless music shows

Peep the Dirty Rotten scamp as his verbal weapons spit
Listen to me as I use my words to defeat my enemies

Uh-oh, heads up 'cause we're dropping some shit
Be alert, we are about to use some powerful lyrics

Real, rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
My style is authentic, strong and stands out

Every time I pick up the microphone, I drug it
My music is addictive and impressive

Unplug it on chumps with the gangster babble
My music is better than fake gangster raps

Leave your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle
Don't bring weapons, bring your talent and skills

You're rattling on and on and ain't saying nothing
You are talking a lot but not making any sense

That's why you got snuffed when you bumped heads with Dirty Rotten
That's why you got hit when you tried to compete with me

Have you forgotten, I'll tap your jaw
Have you forgotten that I can punch you in the face?

I also kick like kung fu flicks by Run Run Shaw
I am also skilled in kicking, like in martial arts films

Made frauds bleed every time I G'd
I made fake people suffer when I exposed the truth

'Cause I've perfected my drunken style like Sam Seed
I have developed my own unique style like a famous martial artist

Pseudo psychos, I play like Michael Jackson
I am not afraid of fake people who act crazy, I deal with them like the famous artist Michael Jackson

When I'm busting ass and breaking backs
When I am performing and defeating my enemies

Inhale the putrified aroma
Take in the unpleasant scent of my powerful music

Breathe too deep and you'll wind up coma
If you listen to me too carefully, you might get overwhelmed and fall unconscious

Toast the king I'm hard like a fifth of vodka
Celebrate my greatness and resilience

And bring your clique 'cause I'm a hard rock knocker
Bring your group of friends if you dare, I am unbeatable

I gotcha out on a limb, about to push you off the plank
I have put you in a vulnerable position and am about to defeat you

Let you draw your chronz but your burner shot blanks
Let you try to attack me, but your gun was empty

When the East is in the house, you should come equipped
In my territory, you should be prepared

Fly like a jet, sting like a hornet
My style is quick and aggressive

Knuckleheads get live and set it off if you want it
If you want to compete with me, be prepared to fight

Dirty Rotten Scoundrels is crushing fools, no jokes
My group is unbeatable and does not play around

With styles more fatal than secondhand smoke
Our style and music is so powerful it can cause harm like secondhand smoke

Don't provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor
Don't make me angry with your words and actions

'Cause I blow up spots like the World Trade Center
My music is so powerful it can shake up and destroy a place like the World Trade Center

Come with the super trooper on his assault mission
Join me on my mission of domination and victory

The TEC's technique 'cause he's a technician
My technique is precise and technical

Wishing he'll go away, won't help the weapons stop
Hoping I will stop is useless, as I am too powerful

Then skills are shot 'cause any idiot can let off a Glock
Using a gun is easy, but real skills and talent are hard to come by

Hard rock smelling the clutch of the sun toucher
My music is powerful, and can touch people's soul like the sun

You claim you got beef on the streets, so what ya
You say you are tough in the streets, but what does that matter?

Gonna do when real niggas roll up on you
What are you going to do when real people like me come after you?

And you don't got your crew?
And when you don't have your friends to back you up?

Pull your Glock, but you don't got the heart
You may have a gun, but you are not brave enough to use it

You was webbed straight from the start
You have been trapped and these situations are not new to you

Bought a tool and didn't learn how to use it
You got a gun but don't know how to use it effectively

Got lost in Brooklyn, so you had to lose it
You were lost and confused, so you had to give up your weapon

Just for fronting you got that ass whipped
You got beaten up just for acting tough and pretending to be someone you're not

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
Be aware, something is about to happen

'Cause we're dropping some shit
We are about to use some powerful lyrics