God of Rhyming Jeru the Damaja

[Intro: Jeru The Damaja]
Count me in

[Hook: 3×]
Jeru!

[Verse 1: Jeru The Damaja]
I commit to snatch up the drum
Or flip on the back piper
Devil [?] your nose trying bomb-rush my cypha
Finesse chicks, finesse mics, finesse [?]
Lyrical magician performing microphone tricks
Skills are always strapped so play task for this troop-a
[?] the combat, I catch wreck hood-a
Not a drug fanatic, still I stay charged on Buddha
Since the last dope, I guess I'm a dope shoot-a, root-a, toot-a
But not a cowboy, a wild-wild boy
You want mic wreck, then check the real McCoy
I'm slaying suckers like hat vills the fat MAC kills
With the rap skills, heat wheels like coal steel
I don't need a Glock, cause I sling-sling in my slingshot
Skills come down like waters and blow up the spot
A legend in my own timing, steadily climbing... ah FUCK IT!
I'm the God of rhyming

[Hook: 3×]
Jeru!