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    Urban Organic, Mic mechanic
    Super-human MC powers help me fly around the planet.
    Touch the Microphone device, whole countries get flattened
    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 Gillespe.
    And the sound be harmonious and deadly
    like a harpy call either break 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
    LESB 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 a 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 plays 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 mentor will crush you
    Jeru the Damager, the Suntoucher.

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