Suntoucher

'Bout to drop this right now for You, the original sun-toucher
 Lettin' You know, what's up, goes like this
 We're about to put it on You right here right now, let You know, how it goes down
 And this is, this is what it is
 It's the urban organic mic mechanic
 Super-human MC powers help me fly around the planet
 Touch the microphone device, whole countries get frantic
 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 Gillespie
 And the sound be harmonious and deadly
 Like a harpy, call me the big 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
 Aliens 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 the 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 claims 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 mental will crush ya
 Jeru the Damaja, the sun-toucher
 Peace
 Yeah, this is it right here, how we' flowin' down