The Mind Songtext
von Chubb Rock

"Your nine spray, my mind spray"
"Your nine spray, my mind spray"
"Your nine spray, my mind spray"


I can taste your sex appeal, ready for the sweet spermin′
Bank accounts all full, love interest be earnin'
Ben Franklin′s determined if you get that higher learnin'
The million man march, starring Mark Fuhrman (it can happen)
Lyrical Don is the charm for the rappin'
Gift spliff aromas cause many fetal comas
No blood donors! I credit diabetics who drink sodas
While in the pens lie the roughneck soldiers
What happened? Niggas musta napped
What happened to all of that Malcolm X shit
Before he got trapped? Before he got capped?
What I mean capped? When they put his name
On all those cute little Spike Lee hats
And then they say, "Black is back" (when, when?)
Niggas now only care about the rent
And how to pay rent and how their trife squad spent
Black powder nose, Landcruise or Range Rove′
Why you runnin′ for when you're 4Running?
Nigga, who drove your mind?

"Your nine spray, my mind spray" (the mind!)
"Your nine spray, my mind spray" (my mind!)
"Your nine spray, my mind spray" (the mind!)
"Yes, haha" (haha)


From the inner sanctum that embrues my medulla
You can praise Buddha or you can hail Don Shula
You can change your religious title or go praise gold idols
Nux Klux just go read your Bible
I′ll insinuate the hate that made the hate kids fight
Whether you're Muslim, Christian or Israelite
We monitor who really praise Hanukkah
The power that I amp will make you blow your Yamaha
To all ya, don′t let me scream up to call ya
My Flatbusters sheets or the kids down in Somalia
While we're up here trying to wiggle too bombastic
You get hemmed up and cut down in Park Jurassic
You′re crazed from that bear juice
Acute angles become obtuse
Four white kids was the first rock group
Not rabble-rousing, in with the chime
Laced with the fat rhyme tunnel through my mind

"Your nine spray, my mind spray" (the mind!)
"Your nine spray, my mind spray" (the mind!)
"Your nine spray, my mind spray" (the mind!)
"Your nine spray, my mind spray" (haha)

Now from the minds of Minolta, from the nickel plate poster
From the average jack wack crackheads with Oprah
As for safe sex with rubbers, as for rappers turning mothers
As for 2Pac's on the covers, as for Million March brothers
In '96, while we pinpoint the Crooklyn spike joint
Three kings of the break of dawn become vocal pawns
The circumference of the Bedouins, or is it the thespians?
For the past three years, I′ve been eating more than lesbians
Lyricists get fist, twist, careers become tears
Easy gold records but with no publishing shares
When I bellow over a hardcore track with a cello
Lyrical structure, bass theme from Othello, hello
Street knucks can′t knuckle, Billboard chart bullets be chuckle
A&R stars become bourgeois, but solo
Why is it the master can't behave with the slave chime?
Or is it over the domes of weak minds? The mind

"Your nine spray, my mind spray" (the mind!)
"Your nine spray, my mind spray" (the mind!)
"Your nine spray, my mind spray" (my mind!)
"Your nine spray, my mind spray" (the mind!)

My mind!
The mind!
My mind!
Haha