J-NuR

[JNur]

Chorus 2X
J-Nur, whose he? The Rising Sun
Holdin his weight @ 6 sextillion tons
his tounge is the sword, his lips is the gun
spittin the truth to da youth uh, the chosen one

J-Nur, the Turkish version of 2pac shakur
so pure, hip-hops version of mehmet okur
so sure, I'm the **** smelling worse than manure
so blured, exorcists couldn't find a single cure (whistling)
i'm in the urban like an arab with a turban
kicking lyrics like mexi-cans kickin balls in the curb
what could be worse, oh wait maybe the church
only thing ever learned was keepin' the mic burned
till flames dispersed from here to the end of the universe
from the womb to the hearse, i'ma spit till my last verse
cuz j-nur is never a a quitter, even when lifes freakin bitter
never wanted to be black or wanted to be a freakin wigger
just a real spitter, spittin better than MBL pitchers
use to hustle wit every muscle,
from flippin hot dogs to sellin lemon water in pitchers
collected cans, with dirty hands, it was worse in the winter
life hurts like a splinter, hate it when brothers copyin like printers
cuz j-nur hold's it down, uha, wearing the crown,
not down with latin kings, but I'm the king of the boogie down

Chorus 2X
J-Nur, whose he? The Rising Sun
Holdin my weight @ 6 sextillion tons
his tounge is the sword, his lips is the gun
spittin the truth say what? uh, the chosen one



Yo, Since Vanilla Ice beefed with MC serch
**** it ,since Biggie and Pun left this earth
got thrown into the dirt, put in and out alot of work
it aint easy bein a Turk, when your surrounded by damn gerks
tryin to be the champion, the .M.V.P like my manz DIRK
my lyrics is contagious like cancer and evil wherever it lurks
but, as long as life keeps goin, the rhymes keep flowin'
lies everywhere, look at cheney sayin economies growin
when it aint really showin, like a extraterssials i'm glowin
around the globe inin private, or out in the open
a lyrical specialist, every lines like a dosage of ibuprofen
enlightening ya mind, but getting ya system swollen
to your hearts frozen from the words thats been spoken
the few chosen, rakims successor, keeepin the mic smokin
i stay focused, leading the hopeless, rap's Moses
it's guns and roses, ain't no one comes the closest....

Chorus 2X
J-Nur, whose he? The Rising Sun
Holdin my weight @ 6 sextillion tons
his tounge is the sword, his lips is the gun
spittin the truth say what? uh, the chosen one

I spit legit, whether fowards or backwards,
never confused like homosexual bastards
rap's distinct master, back at it like mase the pastor
the past was a blast but i'm movin on from here-after
now, picture this, turkish wordsmith posionoin
ya central nervous, like anna nicole smith on purpose
been had beef since the turkish fought the kurdish
been spittin heat, since earth rotated like the dervish
born to excel like microsoft, Allah's true servant
hip hop needs me like air, so, urgent!
a true soldier, a real warrior,
wit my tounge and my lips
thats my sword and my clip,
like a shredder, i'm ready to rip
worse than dem african kids
starvin like ****in' marvin....
poken out with broken bones in they ribs

Chorus 2X
J-Nur, whose he? The Rising Sun
Holdin my weight @ 6 sextillion tons
his tounge is the sword, his lips is the gun
spittin the truth say what? uh, the chosen one


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