Great Solar Stance lyrics

[Verse 1: Jeru the Damaja]
What n*ggas do in they last 24, I did in the first
Before the doctor cleaned off the afterbirth
I kicked a verse, smoked a blunt, shooked the Earth
Smacked the physician, and f*cked the nurse
The truth hurts, like a sword in the hand of this expert
Cuttin' through your soul, like your best friend did your dirt
Mental like physical blows destroy ego's
Your style is Babylonian, like di*ks in as*h*les
The drama unfolds, don't need nuthin' up my nose
I can't stand snow, it only blows like nitro-
Glycerin, my flows I'm splittin', so I hope that you listenin'
Super shoutout to all my n*ggas in prison
Travel to the pyramids, decipher inscription
Science fact not fiction, I cut with precision
Speak multiplication, subtraction, addition
Division, Great Solar Stance burns competition
Man, listen...

"This-this-this-this is the Showdown"

[Verse 2: Jeru the Damaja]
I put you in the chicken wing like Bob Backlund
Jack ya team captain
Bring drama like summer night, ghetto action
Some honeys got it twisted, fat asses I mash 'em
Cops like jewels, back in the days I snatch 'em
You catch a tantrum, date how the raws rockin' the drum
Float like the white lotus, kill like Whitey in Vietnam
You should peel arm, gorilla tactics like Viacom
Set sh*t on fire like a bong, up in smoke like Cheech & Chong
Too black too strong can't let nuthin' stand in my way
sh*t will get thick like Juice 60 in Friday
In Brooklyn, kill MC's like Captain Hook kill children
To rappers I'm a villain, fill esteem wan't my secret like Samson
Hit you so hard, I stunt your grandson growth
Teleports from Coast To Coast like Spaceghost
Like soy butter on my breakfast toast
And when It comes to makin' it nasty, I flips it the most
"This-this-this-this-this is the Showdown"
"This-this-this-this-this is the Showdown"

[Verse 3: Jeru the Damaja]
Setting it off like pistols in the projects
The climax hold ya six like nasty hot wet sex
But string tech I catch wreck, ejaculate when I inject
Not a player hatter, regulator, trick n*ggas get checked
When I resurrect hip hop, you know the bullsh*t stop
Like you got the oo-wop, the pops and what nots
Fruity like Ed Koch, ya straight boo-tops, I'm top notch
Super funky like a derelict prostitute prop
Ya hear gun shots, the coroner shows up to take flicks
sh*t is feet, but no feet sh*t like chicks with di*ks
Ya throat flip too quick, to blaze magnetic
Paramedics roll up on the scene
It's tragic, don't deal with Magic
Johnson, renegade like Charles Bronson
Packing a force like 18 Bronzemen
Grand larson, excellent marksmen arson
Fire, water, earth, metal, wind