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[Guru] Fresh out the gate again time to raise the stakes again Fatten my plate again y'all cats know we always play to win G A N G to the Starr's son Haters took this shit too far son So thats all for you I'm whiping out your whole team I'll splatter your dreams with lyrics to shatter your schemes The badder you seem, the more lies you tell The more lies you sell, then by surprise you fell Into my deathtrap, right into my clutches Stupid, you know the God must bless every single mic he touches I've suffered, just so I could return harder Wanna be the shit starter? Fuck around, make you a martyr I make ya famous, turn around and make ya nameless Cause you never understood to me how vital this rap game is Save it and hold that, you catch a hot one Rhymes chase a fake nigga down soon as I spot one Chorus: Gang Starr samples, except where noted --Full clip-- --Do you wanna mess with this?-- --Gang Starr-- --I'm one of the best yet-- --I'm nice like that-- "It's all good" --- Noreaga --In this business of rep-- *repeat, change last line to: --so I suggest you take a rest--* [Guru] So if you stand in my way, I'm gonna have to spray Learn that "if you come against me son your gonna have to pray" Since back in the day I held The Weight and kept my head up The wanna see the God catch an L Itz all a Set Up I give no man or thing power over me Why these niggaz so jealous and lookin sour, over me? I'm bolder, G, I'm like impossible to stop I'm like that nigga in the ring with you, impossible to drop I'm like two magazine fully loaded to your one Plus I ain't gonna quit spittin, nigga, till your done Plus, more than over, I got my whole shit together More than a decade of hits, that'll live forever Catchin rep off my name? Your bound to fry Know how many niggaz that I know, is done to die We never fail, and we ain't never been frail You niggaz talk crime, but you scared of jail Chorus [Guru] Attackin like a slick Apache lyrics are trigger happy Pullin back your wig piece just for the way your lookin at me Talk back, blaow! I hit you up right now I don't know why so many of y'all wanna be thugs anyhow Face the consequence, of your childish nonsense I could make your head explode just by my lyrical content Get you in my scope and metaphorically snipe ya I never liked ya, I gas that ass and then ignite ya The flame thrower, make your peops afraid to know ya How many times I told ya, "play your position" small soldier My heart is colder, makes me wanna resort to violence Stop beatin me in the head son, nah, I'm not buyin it I'm ready to blast, ready to surpass and harass I'm ready to flip, yeah I'm ready to get with all that cash I hold my chrome steady, with a tight grip So watch your dome already cause this one might hit Chorus |
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Yo, just because I want to, it don't mean I will And just because I'm angry, it don't mean I'd kill And just because she looks good, it don't mean I'd hit it And just because I'm horny, it don't mean i'm widdit Just because I make records, don't mean that I'm gassed And just because I'm rapping, don't mean I chase ass Just because I'm whylin, don't mean I can't stop I got discipline baby and I use it a lot People here's something that you should be considerin Things could turn bitter when, you don't use discipline You might wake up the next day upset and in fear Buggin out, yapping bout, "How the fuck did i get here? Who the hell is this stranger, starin all in my face?" Now you wish you hadn't positioned yourself in that place Think just in case you should took more precaution A good time can become a nightmare so often Like this nigga I know, that met these chicks on tour They rocked him to sleep, robbed his ass for cash galore Skated off in the night, without a trace or a hint Scheamin tantalizin him, dressed up in lace and shit Caught that kid out there, all high and dumbfounded Made him think he was gettin some pussy He just knew he was gonna pound it Situations like this, will make you think twice That's why instead of preaching death in my songs, I breathe life CHORUS: (TOTAL) Baby won't you take the time (take the time) Let me know what's on your mind (on your mind) Just because I'm yours don't make it right (don't make it right) Baby won't you take the time (bay-bee...) Let me know what's on your mind (I'm waiting..) Slow down baby, now let's make it right (on your love..) (I like you..) (GURU) Tycoon thug, he made me a ten thousand dollar investment Now he's not to be messed with, make the girls get undressed quick He's on some big muscled chest shit, posted by the exit That's my man, he's the owner, yeah he be on some next shit Said we'd make a few million by the next millenium Told me to keep dropping jewels like a triggerman, puttin lead in him Like Flavor said, I tell these hoes to kill the noise You know your pops told you, watch them New York boys All night, the ladies be like up in my mug Tranquilin and trance dancin up in my drug Fly honies, they hold me down like always The same cat that used to get blunted down in the hallways I love the cutie pies, never the zootie pies I got discipline, I want the crew to rise Situations like this'll make you think twice Instead on preachin death in my songs, I breathe life CHORUS (GURU) Ladies, here's somethin that we should be considerin Things could get bitter when, you don't use discipline Imaginin yourself livin lavish and plush Hangin with the cat whose spendin cabbage and buyin stuff However don't be clever with your endeavor And don't let too many men receive your treasure Most cats be thinkin with they bozack I admit in the past I was tryin to break these hoes backs Escape, without givin up a dime You know them fly ladies had a good fuckin time Coppin me some Timberland with a jacket to match it Girls nowadays wanna pigeon for chicken scratch And I ain't givin up nathan Long as my game expands, it's my discipline to hate 'em Situations like this, will make you think twice That's why instead of preachin death, I breathe life And just because I want to, it don't mean I will And just because I'm angry, it don't mean I'd kill And just because she looks good, it don't mean I'd hit it And just because I'm horny, it don't mean I'm widdit Just because I make records, don't mean that I'm gassed And just because I'm rapping, don't mean I chase ass And just because I'm whylin, don't mean I can't stop I got discipline baby, whether you do or not CHORUS |
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I profess and I don't jest cause the words I manifest they will take you, sedate you, and I will stress upon you the need for, you all to feed your mind and soul, so you can lead your-self to keep, I got a real objective here I am effective here, cause I select a clear Message to all, suckers I maul they fall from Into the pit of purgatory I go for glory, I take an inventory Countin all the tough luck ducks while I narrate Relate and equate, dictate and debate My fate is to be, cold makin history I use sincerity, but I'm so very deep Doubts are questions, of all the skeptics I'm kickin clout and, I'll leave you vexed it's just true, there's nothing so-so cause I know Right about to spin it I'm in it admit it I did it to you, cause this is what I'm into So chill while I instill that we all must fulfill the proper mission for us and yo this is a must It's usually lines of my rhymes I ingest These are the words that I manifest, I manifest I suggest you take a breath for the words I manifest they will scold you and mold you, while I impress upon you the fact that, I use my tact at rhymin for climbin, and chill while I attract that girl you're with, I got a sincere quality I give her all of me, cause you're too small to be tryin to riff, so let me uplift and shift my gift Let's go to the fullest capacity I got tenacity, because I have to be The brother who must live and give with much insight Foresight to ignite, excite and delight And you might gain from it, or feel pain from it Because I'm ultimate, and I'm about to let off Knowledge is wisdom, understanding Truth's the proof, so won't you throw a hand in the air, put up a peace sign and be fine If so we're feeling good we should we could we would Stop, think for a moment OK? And then sway while I convey that we must do away with all the stress and the strife, so god bless your life Use kindness, and never blindness And you will find that this perspective is best, check it out These are the words that I manifest, I manifest I convey that what I say will awaken you today After jockin while I'm talkin, but anyway that you put it I give you, lyrics to live to Righteousness rules, so I forgive you this time For you are being very ignorant That's insignificant, I guess you figured and hoped to be, dope as me, ID you flee Because the rest is too much for you I'm your professor, I got the touch to do more than the rest who fess and can't compete I'm elite I'll defeat delete and mistreat Make mincemeat of other fools, cause I'm the brother who'll snatch up the funds and, make lonely ones I meant it really, cause I'm clearly obsessed and I These are the words that I manifest, I manifest |
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I say people people come on and check it out now
You see the mic in my hand now watch me wreck it now what is a party if the crew ain't there? [what's your name?] call me Guru that's my man Premier now many attempts have been made to hold us back? slander the name and with-hold facts but I'm the type of brother with much more game I got a sure aim and if i find you're to blame you can bet you'll be exterminated, taken out, done it doesn't matter how many they'll go as easy as just one bust one round in the air for this here cuz this year suckers are going no where cuz my strret style and intelligence level makes me much more than just an angry rebel I'm Gifted Unlimited Rhymes Universal mc's that ain't equipped get flipped in my circle I'm aiming on raining on the bitch ass chumps cuz their rhymes don't flow and their beats don't pump and niggaz better know i paid my dues and shit I'm bout to blow the fuck up because I refuse to quit I'm out to get the props that are rightfullly mine yeah me and the crew think its about that time but on the DL you know that Gangstarr will conquer that's why you stare and point and others cling on to my nautica, asking for a hookup well sorry but my schedule is all booked up nobody put me on I made it up the hard way look out for my people but the suckers should parlay cuz it's business kid, this ain't no free for all you have to wait your turn, you must await your call so now, now it is my duty to eliminate and subtract all of the booty crews and suckers should vacate before I get irate and I'll kick your can from here to Japan with force you can't withstand cuz I'm the muthafuckin' man yo right now I got my man Lil' Dap from the Group home yo step up to the mic and tell them why you're the man so much anger built inside so don't stop to say hi, muthafucka just die my shit holds a mouthful so i guess you know what's up why punks get killed at the end of the month styles and styles I flip Lil' Dap remains sick yes the Group Home is thick so all you punks hear this everytime you riff the more fame that we get muthafuckas act hard thinking that they are God niggaz just don't understand let me be my own man did everything on my own and everyplace wasn't home everywhere that I'd rest I had to dress with a vest I guess you get the routine but with a lot of stress frustration on my mind brothers doin' mad time rhymes are organized like crime as we're rippin' the lines brothers just don't know how shit got to go cuz I was told to never give my back to the street as I walk through the ghetto dead souls I greet see my man give him pound then I walk with a frown another minute another brother's gunned down shit is getting too close that's why the Group Home is thick so everytime you riff the more fame that we get my father always said don't watch the one across the street watch the one right next b'cuz he's easy to flex took heed to what he said yeah that deep ass nigga while brothers hang around tryin' to get down niggaz just don't understand I'm the mutha fuckin' man and also on the set from Dirty Rotten Scoundrels we got my man Jeru the Damaja yo tell them why you're the man I'll tap your jaw you probably heard it before step to the bedlamite I'll prove my word is law drugstore with more dope rhyme vendor not partial to beef the chief ambassador niggaz get mad cuz they can't score like a wild west flick they wish to shoot up my door but I incite a riot don't even try it bust up chumps so crab kids keep quiet like I said before I tap jaws snatch whores kill suckers in wars vic a style you said was yours money grip wanna flip but you're fish house the mic like your hooker and did tricks on the bitch Dirty Rotten Scoundrel and my name is Jeru utilizing my tools in '92 MC's step up in mobs to defeat us when we rock knots and got props like Norm Peterson lot's of friends, lot's of fun, lots of beers got the skills, kreeno so I always get cheers troop on like a trooper no tears for fears I'm a get mines cuz the crew'll get theirs cut you up like Edward Scissorhands you know the program I'm the mutha fuckin' man... |
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| 3:40 |
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No way you'll never make it
Come with the weak shit, I break kids Step into my zone, mad rhymes will stifle ya Lines like rifles go blast when I kick some ass A lot of rappers be like one time wonders Couldn't say a fly rhyme if there was one right under Their noses, I hate those motherfuckin posers But I'm so real to them it's scary And with my unique skills nag you can't compare me And no we don't make wack tracks and all the suckers get pushed back when I'm kickin real facts I represent set up shit like a tent boy You're paranoid cause you're my son like Elroy And you'd be happy as hell to get a record deal Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal Oh yes I'm greater than all MC's when I breeeze give me room please I be like fascinatin when I be updatin Cuttin off wack kids, pullin their trump cards I thump hard, and mak eem say that I'm God Niggaz be pretendin they hardcore Never know the meaning of [real hardcore] But I get props like a slogan and no man Could ever try to diss when I kicks my jam Lyrically def and connecting complete mic wrecking No double checking vocals kill like weapons But if I have to I go all out with no mic Yeah that's right cause I survived mad fights And for my peeps I truly care Cause without some of them I wouldn't be here And they all know how I feel Cause suckers be like playin themselves to have mass appeal I know I'm dope but don't wet that I've suffered setbacks but now I'm makin greenbacks Just like baggy slacks I'm crazy hip-hop Check one two and you don't stop Your head'll bop when I drop my crop of pure bomb, just like the seashore I'm calm But wild, with my monotone style Because I don't need gimmicks Gimme a fly beat and I'm all in it Word is bond I go on and on For you it's tragic I got magic like wands So I'ma end this lecture and I betcha Those who kick dirt and do time I'm gonna get cha Cause I be kickin the real While they be losin the race tryin to chase mass appeal |
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"I would like to play a.. little tune I just composed not so long ago" "Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie Holiday" *HORNS* *drum roll* *piano keys played* *HORNS* "Byrd..?" *trumpet solo* *group horns* "The music called jazz.." -) Guru *HORNS* [Guru] It's roots are in the sounds of the African or should I say the mother.. bringin us back again From the drummin on the Congo, we came with a strong flow and continue to grow Feet move, to the beat of the t'balo Now dig the story and follow For then it landed, on American soil Through the sweat, the blood, and the toil Hear, "Praise the Lord," shouted on chain gangs Pain they felt, but it helped them to maintain Scott Joplin's rags, Bessie Smith's blues St. Louis blues, they were all the news Ringin smooth.. in all the listeners ears Fulfillin the needs, and plantin the seeds of a jazz thing King Oliver's group was a train comin through to Chicago, bringin the New Orleans groove And when Satchmo blew, the audience knew Basil Street blues was the whole house tune it was music.. great to dance to Great to romance to with a lot to say to you Relaying a message, revealing the essence of a jazz thing * DJ Premier cuts "jazz music" * In the 40's came be-bop, the first be-bop The real be-bop, so let me talk about Diz' and Byrd, givin the word Defining how a beat could be so complete Playing with ferocity, thinkin with velocity About ornathology, or anthropology and even ?, and this is real history Theolonious Monk, a melodious thunk No mistakes were made with the notes he played His conception, was ?re condite? A star glowing bright among dim lights The critics did cite that he sounded alright Charlie Mingus, such nimble fingers Droppin the bass, all over the place and Max Roach, cymbals socking Bass drum talking, snare drum rocking Restructuring.. the metaphysics of a jazz thing John Coltrane, a man supreme He was the cream.. he was the wise one The impression of Afro Blue and of the promise, that was not kept He was a GIANT step, and there was Ornette Coleman He was another soul man The original invisible, playing great music I wonder why the ?Bangles? couldn't use it Now listen see The real mystery is how music history created by white men or any other white man that pretended he originated "uh-huh.." and contended that he innovated "uh-huh.." a jazz thing ("Of course we know who can really blow") Scheamin on the meaning of a jazz thing And this music ain't dead, so don't be misled by those who said that jazz was on it's deathbed Cause when Betty Carter sings a song ain't nuttin goin on, but simply good music And you won't refuse it She's takin her time, makin the nuances rhyme Sonny Rollins, tenor saxophone with a big old tone, recitin poems with notes as words, and haven't you heard NEXT STOP BUTTER, RIGHT PAST OLEO Now there's young cats blowin And more and more people, yes they will be knowin Jazz ain't the past, this music's gonna last and as the facts unfold, remember who foretold The 90's, will be the decade of a jazz thing "I love jazz music" (3X) * Primo scratches "I love jazz music" * A jazz thing.. |
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tons o' guns everybody's getting strapped
tons o' guns got to watch the way you act tons o' guns real easy to get tons o' guns bringing nothing but death tons o' guns are in the streets nowadays it's big money and you know crime pays check your nearest overpopulated ghetto they greet you with a pistol not trying to say hello mad kids packed 'cos the neighbourhood's like that want some shit that's fat catch a victim do a stick kids pulling triggers, niggas killing niggaz five-o they sit and wait and tally death-toll figures it's crazy there ain't no time to really chill jealous motherfuckers always want to act ill 22's 25's 44's 45's mack elevens ak's taking mad lives what the fuck you gonna do in a situation it's like you need to have steel just to feel relaxation tons o' guns tons o' guns you got we got they got the state of affairs yo it's like mad chaos i know a kid who just passed the other day they shot him sixteen times so there he lay you can pray for this shit to like cease but until then a nigga's going to pack a piece and yo the devil's got assasination squads want to kill niggaz 'cos they're scared of god they got camps where they train they learn to take aim at a nigga like a piece of game and i'm not seeing that, them days are gone 'cos now we got [chromes] to put them where they belong so me a rude boy from and in a brooklyn fuck the bullshit pain and suffering i'm coming off with a foolproof plan as if each every lyric was worth a hundred grand i stand in the face of hatred letting off mad shots making devils run naked tons o' guns tons o' guns everybody's getting strapped tons o' guns got to watch the way you act tons o' guns real easy to get tons o' guns bringing nothing but death tons o' guns but i don't glorify 'cos more guns will come and much more will die why, yo i don't know black some motherfuckers just be living like that they like to feel the chrome in their hands the shit makes them feel like little big man twelve years old catching wreck 'cos there ain't no supervision putting kids in check people get wounded, others they perish and what about the mother and the child she cherish the city is wild up steps the wild child tension anger living in danger what the fuck you gonna do in a situation it's like you need to have steel just to feel relaxation tons o' guns |
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[K-Ci and JoJo] Ohhh yeah
[Guru] One of the meanest and the cleanest 난 가장 비열하고도 깨끗한 사람 중 하나 And still I'm kind of feindish when I'm at this 그러면서도 이런 일을 할 때는 악당의 면이 있지 Been doin this for eons, peons best to catch this 아주 오랜 시간 동안 이런 짓을 했어, 미숙한 놈들아 잘 봐 vision of excellence, precise rappin ability 완벽함의 모습과 정확한 래핑 실력을 말야 Bout to make some dead presidents, macking a million G '죽은 대통령'을 만들어내고, 백만 달러를 확보한 갱스터 *dead presidents - 별건 아니고, 지폐 위에 그려진 그림이 다 과거의 대통령이니까 이런 비유를 쓴 겁니다. The money though, it's got people actin funny yo 그래도 돈은, 사람들을 우습게 행동하게 만들어 As soon as some niggaz get some light, they be like dummies yo 어떤 이가 빛을 가지게 되는 순간, 아주 인형처럼 굴게 되지 Products and puppets and pawns, gettin played out 생산물과 인형과 졸개들, 모두다 놀아나 When authentic niggaz step up, respect be layed out 믿을만한 이가 이리로 올라오면, 존중심이 나오게 되지 Major effect to your sector, I'm the corrector 너의 구역엔 확실한 영향을 줘, 난 틀린 것을 정정해 Live and direct, waving my mic like a sceptor 라이브이면서도 직접적으로, 내 마이크를 홀(笏)처럼 휘두르지 *sceptor - 왕이 들고 다니는 막대기. 사전에 홀이라고 나와서 그대로 썼습니다. 뭔가 쉬운 단어가 있을 것 같으면서도-- Supreme exalted, universal leader 최고의 자리로 올라와, 전우주의 리더 Descendent of the kings and queens, the overseer 왕과 왕비의 자손, 이들의 감독 The overlord, cream of the crop, creme de la creme 군주, 모든 것의 진짜 알맹이, 크림과 같지 Spent years buildin with cats in the streets, so they my men 거리에서 친구들과 몇 년을 보냈어, 이젠 다 내 친구지 Again, GangStarr has done it 다시, Gang Starr가 해낸 거야 Remember too much jewels back in the days? You'd have to run it 너무 많은 보석을 가지고 다니던 때 기억해? 네가 가져야 할지도 Check it, the ground be hot under our feet 체크, 발 아래 이 지대는 뜨거워 So we be listening to beats to keep the cypher complete 그래서 우리는 비트를 들으면서 암호문을 완성시키려 해 Wether you kids be holdin, on the block all day 네 아이가 하루종일 거리에 있든지 Or you be puffing lye, out in the back hallway 저기 뒤 로비에서, 마약을 하든지 Or whether you being schooled, or in the library 학교에 있든지, 아니면 도서관에 있든지 Wherever you are Baby Pah, realize that your essence 니가 Baby Pah이든지, 너의 본질을 깨달아야 해 is divine son, and let it shine son 이건 중요해, 빛을 내는 거야 얘야 As we refine son, aiyyo, this shit'll blow your mind son 우리가 이 모든 것을 정화시키면, 너의 마음을 날릴 거야 We're royalty 우린 고귀한 자 Chorus: K-Ci and JoJo Wherever I go I want to take nothin less than the best 내가 가는 곳이 어디든, 최고가 아니면 되지 않아 Whatever I choose, I choose to do 뭘 선택하든, 난 행동으로 옮겨 I have to stand out from all the rest 나머지 이들보다는 앞서야하니까 Whatever I do, wherever I go 무얼 하든지, 어딜 가든지 I want to take nothin less than the best 최고가 아니면 난 바라지 않아 Whatever I choose, I choose to do 무얼 선택하든, 난 행동으로 옮겨 I just wanna stand out from all the rest 나머지 이들보다 앞서고 싶을 뿐이야 [Guru] And all the girls they want to spoil me 그리고 날 망치려 하는 모든 여자들 My honey annoits me with oils G 나의 꿀은 윤기를 내며 흘러 After work she greets me, and treats me like royalty 일이 끝나고 그녀는 날 반기고, 귀족처럼 날 대접하지 Works with me, giving herself, by my side 나와 함께 일하고, 내 옆에 그녀를 맡겨 She don't sweat me for loot, my fame, or my ride 내 돈, 유명함이나 내 차 때문에 땀을 흘리거나 하진 않아 A lot of ladies out there, be lookin lovely 많은 여자들이 바깥에서, 예쁜 얼굴을 하고 잇어 But they don't got no control of the their life, inside they're ugly 하지만 그들의 삶을 제어못하지, 속으로는 못 생긴 거야 Word to Bugsy, and to Red Alert Bugsy에게 한마디, 그리고 Red Alert에게도 Sway and Tech, and Funkmaster Flex to make your head jerk Sway and Tech, Funkmaster Flex가 니 머리를 흔들거야 Chicks go beserk when they see us in the spot 여자들은 우리를 보면 아주 환장을 해 K-Ci, JoJo and Primo, creepin to the top K-Ci, Jojo와 Primo가 정상으로 올라가 And to the sweethearts out there breaking hearts 그리고 남을 울리고 있는 예쁜 아가씨들 While we're takin part of this hip-hop art 우리가 힙합 예술의 한 부분을 장식하고 있을 때 Listen yo, the best way, it ain't always the fast way 잘 들어봐, 가장 좋은 방법이, 꼭 빠른 방법이란 법은 없지 And yes the best way, it ain't always to act nasty 그래 최고의 방법은, 꼭 점잖게 행동하는 것만도 아니야 I'll open up the door always before you pass me 니가 나를 지나기 전에 언제나 문을 열어둘게 Baby Doll, because you're royalty 귀여운 그대, 너는 고귀한 자 Chorus: K-Ci and JoJo ""GangStarr has to gots to be the sure shot"" --> Greg Nice ""Gang Starr는 확실한 한 방일 수 밖에 없지"" ""and it's like dat"" (Primo scratching) ""다 그런거야"" (repeat 4X) [K-Ci and JoJo freestyle singing] |
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Intro "Knowledge is power, and knowledge can be the difference between life or death... you should know the truth and the truth shall set you free." Verse 1 I was raised like a Muslim Prayin' to the East Nature of my life relates rhymes I release like a cannon Cuz I been plannin' to be rammin' what I wrote straight on a plate down your throat So digest as I suggest we take a good look At who's who while I'm readin' from my good book And let's dig into every nook and every cranny Set your mind free as I slam these thoughts And just like a jammy goes pow [FX: Gunshots] You're gonna see what I'm sayin' now You can't be sleepin' cuz things are gettin' crazy You better stop being lazy There's many people frontin' And many brothers droppin' All because of dumb things, let me tell you somethin' I've been through so much that I'm such a maniac, but I still act out of faith that we can get the shit together so I break on fools with no rhymes skills messin' up the flow And people with no sense who be movin' much too slow And so, you will know the meaning of the Gang Starr Guru with the mic and Premier raise the anchor swiftly, as we embark on a journey I had to get an attorney I needed someone to defend my position Decisions I made, cuz now it's time to get paid And ladies, these rhymes are like the keys to a dope car Maybe a Lexus or a Jaguar Still, all of that is just material So won't you dig the scenario And just imagine if each one is teachin' one We'll come together so that we become A strong force, then we can stay on course Find your direction through introspection And for my people out there I got a question Can we be the sole controllers of our fate? Now who's gonna take the weight? Verse 2 The weight of the world is heavy on my mind So as my feelings unwind I find That some try to be down just cuz it's trendy Others fall victim to envy But I'll take the road less travelled So I can see all my hopes and my dreams unravel Relievin' your stress, expressin' my interest In the situation that you're facin' That's why I'm down with the Nation Spirituality supports reality We gotta fight with the right mentality So we can gain what is rightfully ours This is the meaning of the chain and the star Land is power, so gimme forty acres Let's see how far I can take ya Original invincible That's how I'm lookin' at it I use my rhymes like a Glock automatic Any means necessary, I'm goin' all out Before the rains bring the nuclear fallout So let me ask you, is it too late? Ayo, who's gonna take the weight? |
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[DJ Premier] The real....remix More MCing, and DJing From your own mind, ya know? "I-I guess right now we should start the show" [Guru] Please baby, we gettin G's, you know the steez baby Ain't no if's, no and's, no but's or no maybe's The vibe'll drive you crazy, almost break your neck Again we take respect, remember Just To Get A Rep? Sportin baggy pants, mackin stackin finance Bold figure, older nigga, yo watch me advance Used to be a small cat, now I'm all that and more Puttin the pressure on, catchin rep from the dog Pure secure, injectin like the fuckin doctors Smoother than silk, more milk than Louie Pasteur Ask yourself, "Do you wanna mess wit this?" The specialist, turn the page, I bring the rage when I spits Then the set gets wet, I bring the crowd into a frenzy Leave you sleepin wit the fishes, see how them niggas envy Authentic vocal tone, transmittin like a mobile phone Welcome to my ghetto my man, hope you can hold your own I make you first name To The, last name Curb I gets grimy, stimey, who you? Revenge of the herbs I ain't seen you out here, and you ain't got no clout here Your style don't come across, you lost this bout here At five-eight and three-quarters, I be the warrior sargent Gang Starr, rippin clubs and bars Super-star studded, buyin rings that's flooded On the low, countin dough in this rap life I love it You know my steez "You know my steez" [Method Man] "Let em know, do your thing dog" [ODB] "Keep it live" *scratching* "To the beat y'all" [Lady of Rage] Check check check check it out y'all You best to back off, you jackoff Rage next to blast off Get wacked off cuz your half-ass is soft I bring it to you rough and rugged, chuga lug it Mothafuckers act like they hate it but mothafuckers love it I'm the raw dame in this war game, don't get your jaw tamed ?Or broken? I ain't no joke and I ain't jokin You know my steez when I stand and deliv-de-liv-deliver-er-ies I Tag MC's like Freeze and burn em like the third-degree Now wouldn't you agree, that the three of us put together Make it mo' better to make mo' cheddar Puffin get higher than four centers Ask Coretta, Scott King on the spot Who's the Doc like that man uh, Mart King Keep march-ing, cuz when it comes to me and The Guru Like my man Charlie Brown said, the rest of y'all is doo-doo The butcher, the baker, time to meet your maker Tell you to your face, you ain't nuttin but a faker You're cheesy fo' sheezy, next to me you're measly Believe me, I kick that shit so sick I'll make ya queasy Now easy, Premier scratch that shit like fleas Three men and The Lady, and uh, you know my steez "You know my steez" "Let em know, do your thing dog" "Keep it live" "You know my steez" "Let em know, do your thing dog" "Keep it live" "You know my steez" "Let em know, do your thing dog" "Keep it live" "You know my steez" "Let em know---" "The mic" [Kurupt] Yo yo yo (who are you?) The monotone, melodic microphone Poetical mac-milly from Philly illy-syndrome Clouds'll form, which starts the wind storm And the young Gang Starr posse front in full Kick off like a gauge, then seek the stage In a seek-and-destroy mission to burn and blaze Vanish a few, K-U-R-U-P-T, R-A-G-E and Guru Let's simplify it nigga, just don't try it What I recite, ignite mics, my voice encourage riots I don't talk it, I live it, I don't give up, I give it I bring it, bust it, don't sing it Get in your veins, melt mics and spit flames Get in your brains, explode like propane Yo Premier (what) tell these niggas this our year Flow through like a breeze, murder MC's wit ease You know my steez, steez, steez, steez |
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"It has come to our attention that a mysterious force is LOOSE..
somewhere in outer space." "The mysteries of creation are there." "Up in the sky?" "Up in the sky." "The moon and the planets are there. And new hopes for knowledge and peace are there. And therefore as we set sail; we ask God's blessing -- on the most hazardous, and dangerous, and greatest adventure of which man has ever embarked." --> John F. Kennedy "Prepared for liftoff." [Guru] I Self Lord And Master, shall bring disaster to evil factors Demonic chapters, shall be captured by Kings Through the storms of days after Unto the Earth from the Sun through triple darkness to blast ya with a force that can't be compared to any firepower, for it's mindpower shared The brainwake, causes vessels to circulate like constellations reflect at night off the lake Word to the father, and Mother Earth Seeking everlasting life through this Hell for what it's worth Look listen and observe and watch another C-Cypher pullin my peeps to the curb Heed the words; it's like ghetto style proverbs The righteous pay a sacrifice to get what they deserve Cannot afford to be confined to a cell Brainwaves swell, turnin a desert to a well Experience the best teacher; thoughts will spray like street sweepers Little Daddy street preacher Illustrious feature, narrator you select Accompanied by Deck plus the DJ you respect The seven and a half combine, over the frontline The ten percenters, promotin slander in the airtime Bear in mind jewels be the tools of the trade Sharp veins heavenly praise and dues are paid Above the crowds, above the clouds where the sounds are original Infinite skills create miracles Warrior spiritual -- above the clouds reigning/raining down, holdin it down [Inspectah Deck] Yeah; I leave scientists mentally scarred, triple extra large Wild like rock stars who smash guitars Poison bars from the Gods bust holes in your mirage and catch a charge shake em down like the riot squad Invade your zone, ruin like ancient Rome I span the universe and return to Earth to claim my throne The maker, owner, plus soul controller Ayatollah rest in the sky, the cloud's my sofa Stand like Collossus, regardless to whom or what Numerous attempts at my life, so who to trust Who but us, to supply you with the fire? The burning truth, 150 Absolut proof On the mic like Moses spoke in golden scribe Survivor of the oldest tribe whose soldiers died I notified families, we shed tears and more but our hands are the ammo cause the battle's still on Sound the horn; we come rumblin through the function Precise laser beam technique to touch somethin When we die hard, to build the monument to honor us with Humungous effect in the world - we could have conquered it Above the crowds, above the clouds where the sounds are original Infinite skills create miracles Warrior spiritual -- above the clouds reigning/raining down, holdin it down Above the crowds, above the clouds where the sounds are original Infinite skills create miracles Warrior spiritual -- above the clouds reigning/raining down, holdin it down |
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Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes Brothers are amused by others brother's reps But the thing they know best is where the gun is kept 'Cause in the night, you'll feel fright And at the sight of a 4-5th, I guess you just might Wanna do a dance or two 'Cause they could maybe bust you for self or wit a crew No matter is you or your brother's a star He could pop you in check without a getaway car And some might say that he's a dummy But sticking you and taking all of your money It's a daily operation He might be loose in the park or lurking at the train station Mad brothers know his name So he thinks he got a little fame From the stick-up game And while we're blaming society He's at a party with his man They got their eye on the gold chain That the next man's wearing It looks big but they ain't staring Just thinking of a way and when to get the brother They'll be long gone before the kid recovers And back around the way, he'll have the chain on his neck Claimin' respect, Just to get a rep Ten brothers in a circle Had the kid trapped, the one wit the hood, he said, "We'll hurt you" If you don't run out your dues and pay Give up the Rolex watch or you won't see another day See, they were on the attack And one said, "Yo, you wanna make this to a homicide rap? Make it fast so we can be on our way Kick in the rings and everything, ok?" The kid was nervous and flinching And little shorty with the 3-8, yo, he was inchin Closer and closer, put the gun to his head Shorty was down to catch a body instead Money was scared so he panicked Took off his link and his rings and ran frantic But shorty said, "Now" pulled the trigger and stepped It was nothing, he did it just to get a rep The rep grows bigger, now he's known for his trigger finger Rolling with troops of his sons like a gansta figure He's near the peak of his crazy career His posse's a nightmare, mack and jewels and crazy gear But as we know, the things we do come back And Shorty's not peeping, others are scheming to counteract 'Cause the kid that got shot didn't perish, so He pulls up in a jeep with tinted windows Too late, Shorty was caught in the midst His time ran out, his number came up, and that's it You know the rest, so don't front, the plan has been upset Some brothers gotta go out just to get a rep |
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Intro: Greg Nice Ah yeah, here's another Gangstarr sure shot, featuring the one and only, uh heh heh heh handly handly boy, Nice & Smooth, hey, hey, HEY, HEY!!!! Ganstarr has got to be da sure shot Nice & Smooth has got to be da sure shot (Repeat 2X) [Greg Nice] Greg Nice!!! Greg N-I-C-E Droppin dem basso, ah oui oui Rock for a fee, not for free Maybe I'll do it for charity Now my employer or my employee Is makin Greg N-I-C-E very M-A-D Don't ever ever think of jerkin me I work to hard for my royalty Put lead in ya ass and drink a cup of tea Peace to Red Alert and Kid Capri Ooohh la la ah oui oui, I say Muhammad Ali, ya say Cassius Clay I say butter you say Parkay It's alright if ya wanna make a sway I'm a way up town, took duece to the tre I originate, they duplicate I praise the lord and keep the faith It's alright keep bitin at da bait '92, uh!!, one year later Peace out Premier take me out wit da fader [Premier scratches and hooks] [Guru] I chant eenie meenie, minie moe I wreck da mic like a pimp pimps hoes Here's how it goes I am a genius I mean this I shake this you'll take this I'm kinda fiendish You wish that you could come into my neighborhood Meaning my mental state Still I'm 5 foot 8 Crazy as I wanna be Cause I make it orderly You could say I'm sorta da boss so get lost The brotha dat will make you change opinions Dominions I'm in them when it's time to kick shit from The heart, plus I get a piece of the action I'm feelin satisfaction from the street crowd reaction Chumps pull guns when they feel afraid, too late When they dip in the kick they get sprayed Lemonade was a popular drink and in still is I get more props den stunts den Bruce Willis A poet like Langston Hughes and can't lose when I cruise Out on the expressway Leavin the Bodega I say "suave" Premier's got more beats den barns got hay Clips are inserted into my gun So I can take the money, neva have ta run [Premier scratches and hooks] [Smooth B] I left my Phillie at home Do you have another? I wanna get blunted my brother Now may I make a mark Then make a spark over this phat track Or should I say dope beat Subtract, delete All of the wick wack that wanna be abstract But they lack the new knack that's comin from way way back Hey yo Premier, please pass that buddha sack You hear we quit? No way, bullshit I told ya before we come back wit more hits I provide bright flava, so you could sketch me Do me a favor, dont try and catch me Slightly ahead of the game, I'm not a lame Ask him, he'll tell you the same he knows my name Smooth, I drop jewels like, paraphenalia I'm infallable, not into failure Like a rhinocerus, my speed is prosperous And pure knowledge expands from my esophagus I write here tonite to bring truth to the light My dialogue is my own cause Smooth B will neva bite [Premier scratches and hooks] |
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'Take the money never have to run' (3X)
'Here's how it goes..' (Guru) All for the cash man, niggaz'll be ready to blast man Mad hoes, 'll be quick, to give up the as* man Traitors, they'll be robbing your stash man Don't wanna end up like the last man If the price is right, niggaz can get trife awright They plot and they scheme, all day and all night And they might even get elaborate enough to plan the illest kind of crime, f**k the average stuff Like this chick who was kickin it, with this baller Pretendin that she loved him, only really loved dollars Holla'd at his man so they could, rendezvous Said to his man, 'Forget him, I'm fond of you' So after the screw, she put him down with her plan The utmost betrayal, this nigga's down with her man But the sex changed everything, they conspired to snake him Talked about the best time, and best way, they could take him While in bed, she told him just where her man kept his dough She said, 'Yo, tonight he's bout to cop some blow And I know, there's at least, 50 grand to show Bring a gat, wear a mask, and come through the window I'll leave it open for you, he won't never know So run in, grab the money, later on, you and I can flow If we do this sh*t right, he won't fight Break out with the cash and stay your as* out of sight' So the nigga sat back, but little did he know he was about to ruin his life over a silly hoe And really though, the whole sh*t went wrong Cause when he came through the window and pulled out it was on Money they was gon' rob was high, on some shit Dukes with the mask, told him, 'Run your shit' He said, 'f**k that shit!' So they tussled n shit Then BLAOW, the burner spit, and the chick's man got hit He died, his man had no loyalty, she's locked up as an accessory His man's doin life, what a tragedy All for the cash man.. 'Never have to run' |
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[Guru]
Once you step in the arena, cheater; you’re gonna be a- mazed when you gaze at the armor on this leader Fully clad and glad to find a cause, I won’t pause Fear is a joke, slowpoke, I’m like claws that’ll rip ’cause your gift, is merely flesh Superficial and I wish you, would give it a rest But if you don’t, I’ll unsheath my Excalibur Like a noble knight, so meet ya challenger A true hero, while you’re a through zero Gettin beat to a pulp so that you can’t run for help I heard a gulp in your throat, cause you hope that I’ll be merciful but coo-cluck, I made you strut as I rehearse a few battle drills, and watch your bladder spill yellow fluid, check out how I mellowed into it Face to feet to defeat, you can tell I’m into it As I’m pullin out my lance, to kill you and advance to the winner’s throne; cause I own you once you step in the arena {DJ Premier cuts the phrase ″Step up...″ over and over} [Guru] In the arena... or rather colliseum There’s people gatherin by multitudes to see one perpretrator fall to the dust after the other Quickly disposed of at the hand of a known brother Born wit the art in his heart that is Spartacus And one-to-one combat Jack, just a thought of this match-up, makes GangStarr wanna snatch up one or two phrases from the new book with new pages of rhymes that are built like a chariot Dope vocals carry it, to the battle set If a beat was a princess, I would marry it But now I must bow to the crowd as I stand proud Victorius, glorious, understand now cause battles and wars and much fights I have been through One MC got beheaded, and you can too Forget it, cause you’d rather be just a spectator An onlooker, afraid you may get slayed or struck by a blow, from a mic gladiator I betcha that later you might be sad that you played yourself cause you stepped up, chest puffed out And in just one lyric, you got snuffed out Cause rhymin is serious, I’m strong, I’m like Hercules You’ll get hurt with these lines, close the curtains please and suckers can jet cause I wreck once you step in the arena {DJ Premier cuts the phrase ″Step inside my... arena″ over and over} [Guru] In the arena or forum, weak MC’s I will floor ’em Causin mayhem, I’ll slay them, and the blood’ll be pourin Furthermore I implore, that as a soldier of war I go in only to win and be the holder of more trophies, titles, and triumphs cause I dump all the sly chumps Never choosin to lose my spot, not once For the mere idea of an opponent that I fear is foolish utterly, I mean but none’ll be tryin to toy wit a destroyer of many You shitted your pants cause you can’t figure any foe that can step to this concept so tou better sit again citizen, weak MC’s I get rid of them Watch the way they get distraught when they get caught in the worst positions, cause they didn’t listen and tried goin up against a hungry killer who’s itchin to mame and murder, those who claimed that they were the toughest ones, they get done once they step in the arena |
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Uhh...
("Boy, what is it you want to do when you grow up?) Aiyyo I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see Victory is mine, yeah surprisingly I've been laying, waiting for your next mistake I put in work, and watch my status escalate Now I'ma start collectin props, connectin plots networkin like a conference, cause the nonsense is yet to stop Jakes shake me down, haters wanna take me down Break me down, CLAP all they heard was the sound Yo I scoped it out, I took your weak dream and choked it out Your bitch don't really got no ass, she just poked it out on the deelow, I'm sayin, you versus me though? We can do this shit right here, in front of your people See time is money kid, and BS walks And to me, it's funny kid when you meet heads talk I see Feds stalk, they wanna dig up the dirt Son is it me they hawk, cause I be puttin in work Son? Aiyyo I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see Victory is mine, yeah surprisingly I've been laying, waiting for your next mistake I put in work, and watch my status escalate You cornballs get stonewalled, blackballed I own y'all The veteran, runnin my plan I'm the better man Crazy raw, doin my job like the mob Blazin y'all, and disappearin in the fog or a mist, and chicks can't resist what I kick They be beggin for attention or some more of the dillznick Word up baby, someone may have to get hurt up baby Shit is mad shady, but I got to get the gravy Platinum respect like the force of a tech keep you hittin the deck, feelin heat in your chest Bangin your thoughts with the hot onslaught A kid got shot on the spot for goin where he should not Viciously, I make history, instantly Those other lame ass loser ass niggaz, they can't fuck with me I'm doin my thing now, to lamp later on Paid in the shade, with some fly gators on But now I'm grimy as they get, mud on my pants and shirt I bet you niggaz out here know, I be puttin in work Aiyyo I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see Victory is mine, yeah surprisingly I've been laying, waiting for your next mistake I put in work, and watch my status escalate |
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5 carloads deep, time to go do a show
Got a massive crew and we're ready to roll So I grab my gear hop in the whip and ride Premier he's got the fly dope system inside But my shit cranks too and we've got mad tapes of all the underground groups with the lyrics and bass Off into the New York night we go Dre large got the camera biggest, Gord's got three rolls of film So we can take the macked out photos Tommy Hill, The Damaja and my man Gunsmoke Corey and Smurf and Lil Dap's got a forty My man Gary and Shiz and the nutcracker Shorty Mike Rhone, chillin' like Capone Robinhood, Known as Mel with the clientelle Mo, JT, Mega, can't forget black they're rockin' sincere, yes the posse's fat Out loud pulls up plus there's Sid and OC Big Mel from strong island H.L. the one and only O. Delicious, Ely, Bazz and Eon and the aroma of the blunts has me thinking beyond And to the rest of the crew you know the bond is strong and you know who's who, so let me not prolong For this was a night to remember I had on the beige Tims with the two tone leather So we get to the jam, the gig, the venue then we circled around and then drove in through the front the place was packed the line was long I was bobbing my head cuz the music was on I turned it down then I peeped to my right I saw this kid and his girl having a fight Another kid walked up and mushed the kid in his face and then the kid pulled out and bust and laid him to waist A riot broke out girls screaming and scheming crews started buck wiling tryna' snatch kids jewels After that 50 came and turned the party out and then the ambulance came to take the body out And we didn't even get all the equipment out and we didn't even get to turn the place out This can happen often and it's really fucked up So I'll ask you to your face homeboy what's up Did you come to see my show or the stupid nigger playoffs Killing you and killing me it's the soliloquy of chaos And if you live in the cities where streets reek warfare people getting nowhere bot you go for yours there You'll find it doesn't pay to front or play the role You could get stole or maybe beat with a pole Then you'll wanna retaliate, regroup and come back so you set the brothers up for a sneak attack Whether you die or kill them, it's another brother dead but I know you'll never get that through your head Cuz we're mislead and misfed facts, we're way off killing you and killing me, it's the soliloquy of chaos |
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I never thought that you would crab me Undermine me, and backstab me But I can see clearly now the rain is gone The pain is gone but what you did was still wrong There was a few times I needed your support But you tried to play me like an indoor sport like racquetball, tennis, fool, whatever All I know is you attempted to be clever Nevertheless, cleverness can't impress Cause now you've been expose like a person undressed cause I see through you, I'm the Guru Now what you gonna do when I step to you and when I pay you back I'll be hurting you This ain't no threat so take it personal Rap is an art you can't own no loops It's how you hook em up and the rhyme style troop So don't even think you could say someone bit off your weak beat come on you need to quit I flip lines and kick rhymes that never sound like yours There oughtta be laws against you yapping your jaws Originality overflows from in me and the truth is, that you wish you could live the life I live and kick the lyrics I kick But bear in mind that you can't think as quick So Premier drops a beat, for me to say verses to And if I sound doper then take it personal Don't be mad cause I don't come around the way like I used to, I don't have time these days I'm keeping busy making power moves Don't try to say I don't remember you You shouldn't let your jealousy show like that I stopped coming by, cause of the way you act Telling my business to kids I don't even know You're like a daytime talk show, and that's low So you can tell everyone, that I'm jerking you And if you don't like it, take it personal |
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Last year record companies were chumpin me But now like chicks they all be up on me and me so horny, I hit em like a groupie Snatch off my hat wash my dick and keep it movin Showing and proving on a day to day basis I rip New York and a million different places State to state country to country My skills are legend in the style of poetry I've paid my dues to this game word to mother Peace New York hops it gets no rougher Baby brother been puffing buddha and blunts since eighty-five Before the fake motherfuckers started perpetrating live, I've achieved mad props though niggaz roll around in jeeps I ride the A-Train and get mad beeps So when we bang bang boogie out jumps my boot knocks Chicks comes in flocks when D.R.S. rocks glocks And I mean it it's all done with the mind I neutralize suckers because I'm alkaline I could go on for days speaking bout my clout So Lil Dap snatch the mic and show the motherfucker out Verse Two: Lil Dap Yo you can't hide from jail and you can't hide from the street Flavors do get deep when you're walking the east A unit down from the underground made the brothers unite I'm slappin pounds and pounds with real niggaz aight Ain't nothing changed but the weather, rain storms or whatever You poured a forty on the ground for the brothers who ain't around Break it down with the flow as I walk through the ghetto A nigga said he couldn't do it til the shit hits the fan Last year I was The Man ripping up every jam So what's your hobby nothing serious when things get rough I'm stepping rugged and tough, and bitches won't get enough A Lil Dap what's that? Fuck around you get slapped Schizophrenic with rhyme plus we're well organized Make the chicks say 'aow' and the brothers say 'ho' You can't tell a motherfucker what to do with his life Niggaz tend to live trife, so I react with the mic It's the end of the time so I got to gets mine Aiyyo 'ru, what's your function meet me at Broadway junction Before I start to get in it, better yet i just kick it Aiyyo son, if you're ready Guru starts to flip it Verse Three: Guru Earl, with my three-eight-five shot I bust a bumba claat He talks dumb a lot so him shall drop I got the clout, all you pussy rappers be out From the ghetto I let go, shit to make you petrol Watching fly niggaz show you how to rhyme asshole You know the motherfucking situation So get down get down with the Gangstarr Foundation Now I'ma touch on reality, chumps can't fuck with me and all the honies be loving me My style be kicking crazy butt Wannabes on their knees licking crazy butt Your girl pays me but ain't no need to try and stop her I'm Big Poppa fuck your girl and I'll drop her cause she be working on my nerves and yo I got more gang than the bitch got curves I'm like gambino, the slick head honcho Ill kid ready to wreck mics pronto and I know, I break your back with my rap like smack because I'm all that And so the next time when you're wishing for my downfall I'm a come back to drown y'all With stupid lyrics relative to a bloodbath And stay the fuck out my path... |
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Shit, it ain't go hold me back, I gotta go all out to get mine A tech nine might come in handy for the next time I'm frustrated, chumps are making me mad Don't seem to understand that I'm just that bad Too gold, too bold, too fly for them to stop The man to respect 'cause I'm ripping up blocks I gotta get the dough, gotta run the show I'm flipping like a kilo, stash a million or so Go for what you feel and deal wit this 'Cause I'm dangerous, I come real wit this And packing and strapping, it goes along wit the rapping By any means necessary, you can't get buried I may come wit a smile but I've been known to get crazy wild So when you scheme, yo, I scheme too And I've been out here and yes, I've seen you I know your face, I know your name and all your people kid I've got mad connections, so won't do a bid I make the moves, I'm never faking 'Cause the loot is for the taking The loot is for the taking Mad murderer stalk in the night when you walk Feelings of stone to the bone, I'm a rock No regrets for doing shit I had to do I was hard headed and yea, I still am too But you know I got things under control So you should slow your roll that's my advice to you bro A street veteran, sometimes I'm trife as a juvenile I'll beep your style, you can't fuck wit the golden child That's why you're riffing but you know you're just ass kissing You wanna meet'cha maker, I'm a take ya Or else let the man command 'Cause I'll be ready to get you open, ain't no joking, I jam So if you wanna know who's really boss Then try your game, lamb, and end up taking a big loss If I don't get my way, you're history To you, I'm a mystery, you never understand me I came to grab the tapes and be out I came to get what's due to me 'cause I got clout I make the moves, I'm never faking 'Cause the loot is for the taking The loot is for the taking I'm sinister, I'm selling no wolf tickets here Rolling correct to get my point across clear Sights in the city make me bitter And I ain't taking no shit from no sucker nigga I move swift, always looking for the money to make I need the cash flow, I got a lot at stake And I could never go out like a crab So shut the hell up and put the money in a big bag Hand it over smooth like I need fat dough, I got things to do tonight I'm always on my job, ain't no time to be caught short And those outta line, pay a fine or get knocked off It's my turn to clock the duckets Being broke, nah, I can't fuck wit it I'm making moves, never faking 'Cause the loot is for the taking The loot is for the taking |
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[Guru] The question remains.. which MC's will reign Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." Phrases I spit like slugs after I sip from my mug Life is bugged, the bassline groove is my drug Now that you feel me, yo here's some advice All you foul niggaz gonna pay the fuckin price So take that phony hardcore look off your grill Cause I be stompin ya still with the intent to kill This is a battle rhyme in case you haven't noticed You get replaced you get demoted I give chumps cranium lumps just like Louisville I stand tall, just like the Catskill Mountains Preyin like a cougar ready to pounce and denouncin, all the unrealistic fake gangsters fake mystics; so let me make this specific You know we're nearest the original gifted Rhymes get twisted, brain cells dissolve As the world revolves, wack crews lick my balls They can't deal with the realism When they go for the mic, they better bring their steel with them They're gonna need crazy help When I get down for mine, murderin suckers for delf "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." The question remains.. which MC's will reign Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." So umm.. "THERE'S NO NEED TO WORRY!" My sight is never blurry, I hit you with the flurry of rhymes and laws, combined with raw style and grace You're just a pile of waste if you can't place in this rap race I've been here, I'm stayin, what, think I'm playin? I've been down, I came up, the hard way, I'm sayin Bless my Pops he's divine but what he owns is his, and what's mine is mine So God bless the child in the streets that's wild I can easily pull, a perpin MC's file You can study for years and be the world's top scholar Out here, life's a gamble, people scramble for dollars With the textbook sense, you can still be dense Rather master the game than dwell in sorrow and shame I'm a survivor, so I'ma always remain the little nigga with the voice to leave a stain on your brain "Ask yourself the same question" .. The question remains.. which MC's will reign Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." The question remains.. which MC's will reign Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." My microphone, is CALLIN So I'm one-two checkin, and yes yes y'allin Fallen, heroes are zeroes, I ain't down with the weirdos I'm true to the game, fuck fame, peep my concerto And yea though I walk through the valley, from Brooklyn to Cali Huh, I leave the real niggaz rallied Cause I ain't fakin no jax, MC's are taken aback Cause the songs they be makin crazy wack So I subtract them, I'm one ill black man I pack man, liable to cap when I'm rappin So all that's left is the bloodstains but still the question remains "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." The question remains.. which MC's will reign Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." The question remains.. which MC's will reign Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." |
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Take this for example young brothers want rep
Cause in the life they're living, you can't half step It starts with the young ones doing crime for fun And if you ain't down, you'll get played out son So let's get a car, you know, a fly whip Get a dent, pull a screwdriver, and be off quick With a dope ride, yeah, and a rowdy crew We can bag us a Benz and an Audi, too Even a jeep or a van, goddamn, we're getting ours, yo Take a trip up the strip, and be like stars so It doesn't matter if the cops be scoping They can't do jack, that's why a young brother's open To do anything, anywhere, anyplace Buckwild in another court case It's the code of the streets They might say we're a menace to society But at the same time I say "Why is it me?" Am I the target, for destruction? What about the system, and total corruption? I can't work at no fast-food joint I got some talent, so don't you get my point? I'll organize some brothers and get some crazy loot Selling D-R-U-G-S and clocking dollars, troop Cause the phat dough, yo, that suits me fine I gotta have it so I can leave behind The mad poverty, never having always needing If a sucker steps up, then I leave him bleeding I gotta get mine, I can't take no shorts And while I'm selling, here's a flash report Organized crime, they get theirs on the down low Here's the ticket, wanna bet on a horse show? You gotta be a pro, do what you know When you're dealing with the code of the streets Nine times out of ten I win, with the skills I be weilding Got the tec one dealing, let me express my feelings Guru has never been one to play a big shot It's just the styles I got that keep my mic hot Anf fuck turning my back to the street scene It gives me energy, so Imma keep fiends Coming, just to get what I'm selling Maybe criminal or felon dropping gems on your melon So keep abreast to the GangStarr conquest Underground ruffnecks, pounds of respect I've never been afraid to let loose my speech My brothers know I kick the code of the streets |
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So wassup? You know we can't be havin that
Son there's rules you're supposed to go by, and this is my habitat You say you're R-E-P-R-E, S-E-N-T-I-N-G You're fronting boy, come against me You're crazy soft while I come off with credibility You're living in a fantasy world kid, you're killing me I start to work out, you start to merk out My shit be crazy raw, and out here, I got more clout I'm right in your streets, like I'm Urban Outreach I don't mean to preach but I'll impeach your phony form of speech Rhyme perfection, injecting like the surgeon While you be in the club posing, trickin always splurgin Whatever you got, I'm gettin more See you're insecure, and you can catch my verbal four-four Now you're facing me, I'm your ultimate challenger It's the Avenger, your fate is on my calender Notice the spirit I posess is more than holy I'm Gifted, Unlimited, ahh fuck the rest you know niggaz know me My lines illuminate your whole spectrum Crush your dome section, punks I wreck em, mics I bless em I don't know why, MC's would want to test the man so fly Master of self gaining wealth Cause I'm a mastermind, I stack my rhymes Just for the rainy day, and you can pour out your forty for all the rappers I slay, I bring the bounty back I got more game than the Mack, when I procees to feed the masses I come right and exact, and all those null and voids They shall be destroyed, so don't be stickin our your hand Cause you ain't my fuckin homeboy I celebrate after each duck I eliminate This rap game they desecrate, I'm back to set it straight I'm self-made and self-taught You're style you bought, plus I got the fundamentals handed d |
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[Guru] Yo Duke, you're dead wrong; tou'll never have the skills like mine I write the ill type rhymes now I'm reaching my prime 360 dunk in your face You can't compete, you're just a basket case Let's separate the men from the boys And put your money where your mouth is, no time for toys Your game is weak you geek so don't sleep Cause I'll be checkin ya, wreckin ya, when I start to creep through the backdoor - I know I caught you out there You got no clout here, and I doubt there is anyway that you can stop the beat down You better play the background, and sit back down Chumps like you, I gotta keep 'em in line So prepare to suffer boy, cause now you're mine {*DJ Premier scratching*} [Guru] I'll fake you left and go right, straight down the lane Here's one in your eye; you'll feel pain You strain - to put together some strategy But you're raggedy, and i'll be glad to see The frown on your grill when I drill and thrill Set up my offense, commence to kill I'll be leadin from beginnin to end And after I pound ya, you're gonna wanna make friends And make amends for the silly, trash you were talking Take a walk and your shots I'm swattin with ease, and the ladies are swoonin Clockin my swiftness, while you're droolin You oughtta practice up and get your game refined I've been waitin to dog you, and now you're mine {*DJ Premier scratching*} [Guru] Hurry up sucker, go ahead and pick your squad Try to play hard.. but I'ma rob you of your crazy notions to defeat me You're weak see, I'm rough hardcore And even be down to give you a rematch After I wax and tax that butt When I slam the alley-oop, you can rally troops But I'll play the awesome defense I'll pick your pocket, and send you to the bench With tears in your eyes as you realize the prize is for me Yes all the money Son, my form is too nice, my handle's precise I'll take you right or go left Because my game's so def, and now you're mine {*DJ Premier scratching*} |
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| 4:51 |
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Intro(phone conversation):
Yo what up son? -Yo what up kid? Yo, you holdin your head up? -I'm tryin to man, but the system is shady Word man they always man, they always tryin to keep a good brother down, but I'm sayin We still, you know we got love for you son and we prayin for you and we, you know we tryin to hold it down wh you know while you in there man -No question Hopefully they won't keep you in there for too long -Yeah, for real, I sure love be out in a minute, you know? -But you know what I want you to kid? You know what would -be the bomb man? What's that? -You need to do some shit with Face man -Bomb on niggaz, be shady man Scarface? -Yeah man Yo that's my nigga, yaknowwhaImean -Scarface is tight son Yo that's a good idea word is bond I'm gonna talk the play in tomorrow(yeah) and see about if we could hook up wit him -That's proper Hook: Guru Scandalous, money greed and lust In this trife life, there ain't nobody you can trust Plus there's no justice, it's just us In fact, watchin' yo back it be must And each and everyday around the way gats bust And jealous so-called friends'll try to set you up It's called betrayal Verse 1: Guru Check the horror scene The kid was like twelve or thirteen Never had the chance like other kids to follow dreams Watched his father catch two in the dome and to the spleen Nothin' but blood everywhere, these streets are mean They spared his life, but killed his moms and his sister Jean Of course over some drug shit Hi spops was on some ill-out, spill your guts, on some thug shit Didn't know his boys was on some shady ass no love shit His pops got played out though, with silencers they laid him out yo Took his stash and all the cash and left 'em, tied up on the couch yo With tape over his mouth, so he couldn't cry out cause his dad was the nigga with clout Survival of the fittest so they split his wig no doubt Despite the stocking caps he noticed the same cat, who used to give him doe and taught him, to use the same gat Supposed to be an Uncle,fam and all that He could tell it was him 'cause he wore the same slacks, he wore when he took him to Meadowlands racetrack Why did he flip and go out like that? It's called betrayal Hook Verse 2: Scarface A Betrayal Punk ass niggas It's called betrayal He on a mission to become a ball player Flip big Benz's, flossin all gators Had it all mapped out,6-8,12th grader Fresh outta school, he fin' to go lay paper He had abrother who was hustlin collectin his change Never let his baby brother stick his neck in the game Told him all he had to do is just enjoy the ride And he ain't have to worry about money cause that's in time So now he's pacin as the time moves slowly Can't wait to face Shaquille in the paint and school Kobe Kept his grades and stayed up under naighborhood functions And then a group of knuckleheads came through dumpin So now he's sittin on the sidewalk bleedin Fell into a puddle of his own blood and stopped breathin And everybody in the neighborhood still grievin But destiny caught up with his ass and he got even And all the cryin in the world ain't goin to bring him back his brother, sittin at the wake wipin tears from his mother's eyes Why'd the game have to go and take the young boys life Only the wicked live shife, payin the price while he's starin at the shell his brothers soul wants hell the trigger man made bail and you, wouldn't pay the boys mail, and sacrificed the fuckin family That's betrayal Betrayal(echoes) |
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Gang Starr - BYS (bust your shit)
I'm like a sniper rhymes'll strike ya when I'm rockin Mad chicks be jockin' when the g starr's talking And that's because my word is bond I get much fan mail and I always respond So tell your hon to write me too Make sure she puts attention mr. guru Brothers know the flow is unique I got 100 wild styles in my black valise Mc's wanna be me so they keep askin For me to teach 'em methods both slow and fast And others wanna act as if they're better But they only got one style which ain't all that clever I'm cooler than wind, harder than cold steel I get the ladies with more than just sex appeal A mystic psychic scanning all your thoughts I'll touch your soul and make your brain feel caught When my rapture traps ya and makes you mine You'll submit to the gift and to the lyrical lines So suckers realize that the size is too large When I come through I'm pullin' whole crews cards I be wreckin' correct and on the gangster tip Mc's who front: imma' gonna burst your shit I wonder do you love it enough I'm steppin' rugged and tough, never to front or to bluff I got the fresh cut baldy, the brothers call me Guru the man yes with all the J-a-z-z-y type essence, street type lessons manifesting The one who make the fly ladies feel pleasant Never forgettin' that to myself I'm true Do what you want to but watch yourself though I don't wanna hear all of that loud mouthing Try to pull yours out when nothing comes out Then you'll see why you can't compete with me The notorious guru of the gang you see Starr stands for power like I said before I'm like the doctors cure slicker than roger moore I slide up to a crab mc like this Tap 'em in the head with my mic like this I'll be revealing that you're weak to the world if you wish And I insist that if you persist Then you get creamed, 'cause imma' get real steamed So don't you try to flex and try to look all mean Heyo check it that's dead that's it 'cause all you phony ass rappers imma' bust your shit Now when you see me on the set you know I may unleash A lyric like a mad dog barking through the speaker Step off unless you wanna get torn up Your raps worn out burned out fucked up You locked up or maybe you locked out 'cause at the battle last time you snuck out But now I'm rolling over you full blast I'm here to let you know no longer will the bull last Mc's telling lies and poppin' all those myths Keep on fakin' moves and imma'... |
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Now I'm about to get funky..
to somethin that Premier plays Funky.. we gonna do it this way I'm gettin funky.. to somethin that Premier plays I'm the Guru and we'll do it this way Now give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due Now give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due I'm heated up, cause I'm seein folks that are so phony They didn't know me when I was broke and I was lonely Only a few came to check me, so they come first.. .. and yo our people come next G We'd go to a club, the Milky Way or the Payday The outlaw spots, where the music was real hot And you wasn't there, when the underrated, real MC's came equipped.. and used to kick slick lyrics All live, without no lipsync To a dope crate, building skills from instinct I'm tired of people, gettin all excited I'm not trippin on just a thing, but I'm delighted to let you know, that some others be flim-flammin I'll let you know, that all this time, we been jammin So give up the props Hobbes, jealousy's a flaw If the next man deserves it, earns it, it should be law So let him pass right through Because you got to give the credit y'all where it is due You know you got to give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due Give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due Some of the dopest MC's don't really get enough light Cause their record companies don't really market them right Most of the people signin acts, they ain't from the street Cause yo they come from the sweet.. .. soft section of town While they be sweatin and pretendin that they know a real rap sound But I know some guys, and some ladies, that can fill those spots mate to promote the real greats and educate, and get it straight And mobilizin the imitators, exposin the explosive core I hope to explore galaxies of remedies for your wack rap sickness as I convey relay, mack rap quickness In this business, I witness trickyness Some MC's are into stickyness But I'm sayin this, from experience, I'm furious I didn't get this far overnight, and there's nothin like the real thing, the real swing right? (real swing right?) ("On and on.." -) Biz) I'm takin things that are true So won't you give the credit y'all where it is due So yo I'm fed, cause people like to talk too much They're misled, and yo they like to sqwak too much But let me tell you baby you can't front on this twenty-four track mix, with the deep-ass kick The objective, is to surely demolish the chances of the wack takin all the dollars Support the brothers who are truly gifted This way, the odds, could never be shifted Like my man, you know he works real hard He's good at what he does and now he lives real large So why envy him, or anyone in his crew Just sit back and give the credit y'all where it is due Give the credit.. where it's due Give the credit y'all.. where it is due Give the credit.. where it's due Just give the credit y'all.. where it is due |
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This is a conquest, so I suggest you take a rest Or keep a breath, but definitely keep a vest on that chest Rymes I'm packin, just like a thug at a car-jackin' Shoot off your hat when I start cappin, this is no actin G-A-N-G, S-T-A double R And you don't want no trouble up in here, baby pa >From the late-night drama, of the New York streets To the hoods of LA, real niggas likin Primo's beats Put suckers on glass, send em, back to class And kick hot shit, so we can stack the Johnny Cash I brought the God, Rakim, lyircally gunnin you on, and dash I got Dub C, from South Sea What you doubt me? Travellin through warzones with my infrared microphone In the year One Mill, destroying, enemies chromozones Words burn through flesh, leavin nothing but skeletal You best pay resepect to the legends, boy I'm tellin you, Militia Chorus: The illest Realest Representin Bringin the rukkus Let it be known The illest Realest Word up It's The Militia >Freddie Foxxx *repeat* [WC] Makin a move, makin a move, who's that nigga thats makin a move? Its the Shady, brought em back, actin em out the fuckin move Four-four packers, my jackets ?hittin the tag? saggin, baggin Foot on my rag, mess up a bag, leavin my enemies in bodybags You niggas was crackin, what y'all thought it wasn't gon' happen? Dub C and my East Coast sisters gettin together rappin Gun-clappin, chump smackin, kiss the ring of your highness Look while I'm in |
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[DJ Premier] The real....remix More MCing, and DJing From your own mind, ya know? "I-I guess right now we should start the show" [Guru] Please baby, we gettin G's, you know the steez baby Ain't no if's, no and's, no but's or no maybe's The vibe'll drive you crazy, almost break your neck Again we take respect, remember Just To Get A Rep? Sportin baggy pants, mackin stackin finance Bold figure, older nigga, yo watch me advance Used to be a small cat, now I'm all that and more Puttin the pressure on, catchin rep from the dog Pure secure, injectin like the fuckin doctors Smoother than silk, more milk than Louie Pasteur Ask yourself, "Do you wanna mess wit this?" The specialist, turn the page, I bring the rage when I spits Then the set gets wet, I bring the crowd into a frenzy Leave you sleepin wit the fishes, see how them niggas envy Authentic vocal tone, transmittin like a mobile phone Welcome to my ghetto my man, hope you can hold your own I make you first name To The, last name Curb I gets grimy, stimey, who you? Revenge of the herbs I ain't seen you out here, and you ain't got no clout here Your style don't come across, you lost this bout here At five-eight and three-quarters, I be the warrior sargent Gang Starr, rippin clubs and bars Super-star studded, buyin rings that's flooded On the low, countin dough in this rap life I love it You know my steez "You know my steez" [Method Man] "Let em know, do your thing dog" [ODB] "Keep it live" *scratching* "To the beat y'all" [Lady of Rage] Check check check check it out y'all You best to back off, you jackoff Rage next to blast off Get wacked off cuz your half-ass is soft I bring it to you rough and rugged, chuga lug it Mothafuckers act like they hate it but mothafuckers love it I'm the raw dame in this war game, don't get your jaw tamed ?Or broken? I ain't no joke and I ain't jokin You know my steez when I stand and deliv-de-liv-deliver-er-ies I Tag MC's like Freeze and burn em like the third-degree Now wouldn't you agree, that the three of us put together Make it mo' better to make mo' cheddar Puffin get higher than four centers Ask Coretta, Scott King on the spot Who's the Doc like that man uh, Mart King Keep march-ing, cuz when it comes to me and The Guru Like my man Charlie Brown said, the rest of y'all is doo-doo The butcher, the baker, time to meet your maker Tell you to your face, you ain't nuttin but a faker You're cheesy fo' sheezy, next to me you're measly Believe me, I kick that shit so sick I'll make ya queasy Now easy, Premier scratch that shit like fleas Three men and The Lady, and uh, you know my steez "You know my steez" "Let em know, do your thing dog" "Keep it live" "You know my steez" "Let em know, do your thing dog" "Keep it live" "You know my steez" "Let em know, do your thing dog" "Keep it live" "You know my steez" "Let em know---" "The mic" [Kurupt] Yo yo yo (who are you?) The monotone, melodic microphone Poetical mac-milly from Philly illy-syndrome Clouds'll form, which starts the wind storm And the young Gang Starr posse front in full Kick off like a gauge, then seek the stage In a seek-and-destroy mission to burn and blaze Vanish a few, K-U-R-U-P-T, R-A-G-E and Guru Let's simplify it nigga, just don't try it What I recite, ignite mics, my voice encourage riots I don't talk it, I live it, I don't give up, I give it I bring it, bust it, don't sing it Get in your veins, melt mics and spit flames Get in your brains, explode like propane Yo Premier (what) tell these niggas this our year Flow through like a breeze, murder MC's wit ease You know my steez, steez, steez, steez |
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