Great Solar Stance

[Verse 1: Jeru the Damaja]
What niggas 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 fucked 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 dicks in assholes
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 niggas 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 shit on fire like a bong, up in smoke like Cheech & Chong
Too black too strong can't let nuthin' stand in my way
Shit 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 niggas get checked
When I resurrect hip hop, you know the bullshit 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
Shit is feet, but no feet shit like chicks with dicks
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