guru talking
that makes me know that what we’re doing
we had the right idea in the beginning
and and we just need to maintain our focus and elevate
we what we do we update our formulas
we have certain formulas but we update em oh right
with the times and everything y’know
so y’know the rhyme style is elevated
the style of beats is elevated but it’s still guru and premier
and it’s always a message involved
the real the real
hiphop hiphop
mcing mcing and djing djing
from your own mind from your own mind
you know you know
i i guess right now we should start the show
guru
who’s the suspicious character
strapped with the sounds profound
similar to rounds spit by derringers
you’re in the terrordome like my man chuck d said
it’s time to dethrone you clones and all you knuckleheads
cause mc’s have used up extended warranties
while real mc’s and dj’s are a minority
but right about now i use my authority
cause i’m like the wizard and you look lost like dorothy
the horror be when i return for my real people
words that split wigs hittin’ like some double desert eagles
sportin’ caps pulled low and baggy slacks
subtractin’ all the rappers who lack over premier’s tracks
severe facts have brought this rap game to near collapse
so as i have in the past i whoop ass
droppin’ lyrics that be hotter than sex and candle wax
and onedimensional mc’s can’t handle that
while the world’s revolvin’ on its axis
i come with mad lovin’ plus the illest warlike tactics
the wilderness is filled with this
so many people searchin’ for false bliss
i’m here with the skills you’ve missed
the rejected stone is now the cornerstone
sorta like the master builder when i make my way home
you know my steez
hook
you know my steez
let ’em know do your thing god
keep it live keep it live keep it live
to the beat y’all
the beat is sinister premo makes you relax
i’m like the minister when i be lacin’ the wax
i be bringin’ salvation through the way that i rap
and you know and i know i’m nice like that
work through worldly problems i got the healing power
when the mic’s within my reach i’m feelin’ more power
stealin’ at least three minutes of every rap radio hour
it’s often easier for one to give advice
than it is for a person to run one’s own life
that’s why i can’t be caught up in all the hype
i keep my soul tight and let these lines take flight
the apparatus gets blessed and suckers get put to rest
no more of the unpure i got the cure for this mess
the wackness is spreadin’ like the plague
mc’s lucked up and got paid
but still can’t make the fuckin’ grade
how many times are wannabe’s gonna lie
yo they must wanna fry
they can’t touch the knowledge i personify
i travel through the darkness carryin’ my torch
the illest soldier when i’m holdin’ down the fort
you know my steez
you know my steez
hook
let ’em know do your thing god
keep it live keep it live
you know my steez
let ’em know do your thing god
keep it live keep it live
you know my steez
let ’em know do your thing god
keep it live keep it live
you know my steez
let ’em know do your thing god
keep it live keep it live
the mic
on the microphone you know that i’m one of the best yet
some punks ain’t paid all of their debts yet
tryin’ to be fly ridin’ high on the jet
set with juvenile rhymes makin’ fakeass death threats
big deal like en vogue here’s somethin’ you can feel
styles more tangible and image more real
for some time now i’ve held the scrolls and manuscripts
when it’s time to go all out you be like damn he flipped
now i’m sick fed up with the bullshit
got the lyrical full clip givin’ you a verbal asswhip
don’t trip it’s the gifted prolific one
known as bald head slick why is the press all on my didick
my style be wilder than a kamikaze pilot
don’t try it i’m about to start more than a friggin’ riot
styles unsurpassable and nuccas that’s suckas
yo them motherfuckers are harrassable
for i be speakin’ from my parables and carry you beyond
the mic’s either a magic wand
or it gets tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb
then i grab your palm no pulse you’re gone
and if you thought we’d lose our niche
in this rap shit you way wrong
i stay up i stay on shine bright like neon
your song’s pathetic synthetic like rayon
fat beats they play on
want dope rhymes put me on
word is bond
you know my steez
Artist: Gang Starr
Year: 1997
Decade: 90s
Language: en
Word Count: 467