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Artist:Jeru the Damaja
Taken from the album The Sun Rises In The East by Jeru the Damaja
Album:The Sun Rises In The East
Track:D Original
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
Rating:not yet rated     
Views:84
 
Lyrics:Verse One:

Dirty rotten scoundrel that's what I'm called on the street
Could
connive and cheat but rarely get beat
Ya see I'm streetwise a con game pro
Kickin the
Bobby bullshit too smart for Willie Bobo
Not stressin five o hot hand in celo
Live
in the land of crooks yes Brooklyn's the borough
Homicide central East New York
Where
the manic depressive psycho murderers stalk
Walk like a ninja, on the asphalt
Here
talk is cheap, you're outlined in chalk
And there's more hardtimes, than on Good Times

And most niggaz dedicate their life to crime
So I'm steady schemin, won't work for a dime

Used to get, tax free loot, all the time
Type slick can't fess on 'Ru, because


Verse Two:

Before trains were graffiti proof I used to get loose
Dirty
rotten since the days of the deuce
Dirty, because of the skin I'm in
The fact I have
melanin automatically makes me a felon
Even though I'm righteous, rotten's what you're yellin

But I'm not chain-snatchin, or drug-sellin
According to your books you said I would be
damned like Ham
Scoundrel opposite of the king that I am
But wanna get funny, we can
get bummy
Take you to the East and back again money
Filthy putrified trick, step past
your sister
Challenge the Damaja, and you'll be history
Mortal Kombat fatality, the
original don't sing no R&B
Nasty MC deity
Chop off domes with the poems that come out
of my pin-eal
gland, as I expand, you know who I am

Verse Three:


Father of all stylin, I be whylin on wax
We hack shit up like big ax and little ax

Don't need tokes to make you jump like bungee
Tracks real muddy, like Brooklyn's real
grungy
When I come through I clog up your sewer
Peep the maneuveur, drop the ill
manure
So bring Mr. Clean, Drano, and Roto Rooter
No matter what you do, you can't get
through the
Crud that comes out of your system
You're another victim, of dirty rotten

Dirt up, in your grill, so what ya gonna do
But pay homage to
 
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