Из альбома: Goodbye Country (Hello Nightclub)
SV 
Urban Organic, Mic mechanic 
Super-human MC powers help me fly around the 
										
planet. 
Touch the Microphone device, whole countries get 
flattened 
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 Gillespe. 
And the sound be harmonious and deadly 
like a harpy call either break 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 
LESB 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 a 
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 plays 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 mentor will crush you 
Jeru the Damager, the Suntoucher