How I'm Livin' Lyrics - Wrath Of The Math - Jeru The Damaja

I got a freaky freaky freak, give you a freak you turns em out 

I put them hoes in a row and turn out Queens no doubt 

Don't need a vest, but flow freely like bullets through shootouts 

I be the real supernatural, so check it out 

I was concieved in the center of an inferno 

The ninth month I slipped out my mom's vaginal 

Cavity, now I'm surrounded by creeps and freaks 

Had to watch my back in the New York streets 

Fly, like an aeroplane, more powerful than the engine of an A train 

Won't stress my brain 

You know the fame that has men sold and bought 

In a single bound, I let the criminal court 

Walk through the desert and won't perspire 

Touch the microphone, the whole joint catches afire 

Use the opportunity to call the devil a liar 

And I won't stop flipping shit til I'm forced to retire 

Because that's how I'm living 

I can stroke all night and not bust a nut 

Swim through a sea of razorblades and not get cut 

When I do my thing I aim for the gut 

And despise those nasty guys that hit shit in the butt 

Blaze like spliffs even back in the days 

When I bag shit up like trays, nowadays 

I bag 'em up like dimes and not even the Devil 

Can stop me cause it's matter under mind 

I'm fucking up your mind like a hallucinogen 

(Are you hot, Lord?) I heat it up like halogen 

Burn MC's, their children, and their children's children 

Reverse polarity and make your girl's hell heaven 

More intelligent than MacGuyver 

Quick to pull off on a stunt like an Indy car driver 

Thoughts too intense, brainwaves cut like barbed wire 

Since Run's a reverend, sucker MC's call me sire 

Push for my mental forces to crush your fortress 

Signals of stress, your whole squad's put to death 

Bring your white Superman and I'll rip that fucking S off his chest 

Cause that's just how I'm living 

I dedicate my life to taking snake heads 

I break on the beats like scissors break on my dreads 

Instead of eating beasts and living savagely 

I aspire to excell to the highest degree 

Of living, now how you living, like a turkey on Thanksgiving 

Me? I keep it tight and lock it down like a virgin's pops 

>From crack rocks to suburbian spots I'm hot 

Don't forget or have you forgot that I'm a surgeon, Ak- 

Bar, once outran a jaguar 

Slept in a lion's den and escaped without a scar 

Close my eyes and comence the star travel 

Fred Flintstone's out a job because I turn hard rocks to gravel 

Babble, never, control the weather 

Like a few jams back, whatever's, clever 

Even the rudest of rude can't test because I'm protectes 

With the Breastplate of Righteousness 

And that's just how I'm living