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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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[Guru]
That makes me know that, we we we we're doin 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 And and 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... hip-hop' 'MCing, and DJing.. from your own mind, ya 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 whup ass Droppin lyrics that be hotter than sex and candlewax And one-dimensional MC's can't handle that While the world's revolvin, on it's axis I come with mad love and plus the illest warlike tactics The wilderness is filled with this; so many people searching for false lift, I'm here with the skills you've missed The rejected stone is now the cornerstone Sort of like the master builder when I make my way home You know my steez... 'You know my steez' --> Method Man 'Let em know, do your thing y'all' 'Keep it live' 'To the beat y'all' --> Flavor Flav The beat is sinister, Primo 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 Stealing 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 takes 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 carrying my torch The illest soldier, when I'm holding down the fort ('You know my steez' --> Method Man) You know my steez... 'Let em know, do your thing y'all' 'Keep it live' 'You know my steez' --> Method Man *repeat 4X with very last line modified as follows* '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 fake-ass death threats Big deal, like En Vogue, here's something 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, giving 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 di-dick? 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 speaking 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 |
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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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| 5:11 |
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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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"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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Yo
Yo Premier? Yeah whassup G? That trip to L.A. may be delayed Why whassup I'm on my way to the airport now Yeah well your boy Guru got knocked WHAT?! I don't know what this is about sounds crazy man Somethin about a gun 'The court calls Keith Elam to the stand. Please approach the bench.' [Guru] Yo they got me handcuffed I'm down in central booking Things are fucked up the way my future's looking But I'm too fly, I'ma change this scenario Make some power moves and tighten up my bankroll Chumps are leary though, they see me as a threat I'm like the black Dutch Schultz when you get me upset Five-oh makes me wanna flip, Larry Davis style Got a nigga depressed, while he's awaitin trial It's OK though, cause from grey skies comes blue Through darkness comes light and I be known as the Guru And this I certify we all should be alerted by the traps within the system, our youth is gettin murdered by the D.A. says they got me on a felony I'm tryin to live my life, so what the fuck is you tellin me? The streets are war, that's what brothers carry weapons for And I take the weight as I did before The next thing you know, they got me on the radio A rapper arrested, suckers showin me on video Of course I know, that I'm a role model But yo this rap life is real life sometimes it's full throttle Right now I gotta think about me fuck the industry You gets no love, except those who support me What's the story, what happened when I went to L.A.? Mixin shit up, no not there I got family Nothin happened, mind your business yo step You know we connect, JFK 2 LAX Chorus: Guru They wanna lock us all up, and throw away the key Don't wanna see us come up, don't wanna see us makin G's Long as we know this is the key to our destruction Let's make moves no discussion [Guru] Peace to my man Hass, and Orange Man payin the cost All the twenty-five to lifers all my brothers gettin tossed into the system, supposed to rehabilitate It's why you gotta regulate your own mindstate Read, study lessons and build your inner power The next level, doesn't tolerate cowards For example, I know this rich Nigerian Powerful American that's proud to be an African He asked me why do all us brothers be gettin trapped I told him I'd explain it broke it down in a rap Whether you got naps, braids waves or no hair Without esteem for yourself nigga, you goin nowhere And you can swagger like you rule this; Josey Wales unorganized revolt almost always mostly fails Give up the savage ways, be effective soldiers To elevate the mental is to be poor no more There's war in the streets, prepared men know best Our rhyme as live as it gets, JFK 2 LAX They're always makin trouble yo, against the righteous Killin us in cold blood, those beats those vipers And as I sit feelin the pain in my wrist I vow to myself that I'ma change this shit Or at least I gotta try, or part of me will die And only by action will any ideas solidify So I inhale, exhale as I ponder This grown man will make mistakes no longer I've been there, I've seen how they make us fall victim to their tricknowledgy, with no apology I diss em And so I rip facts to dope tracks I caress You're gonna hear about it, from JFK 2 LAX *plane lands* |
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| 3:49 |
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We got news for ya --> scratched by dj premier
Chorus: guru and hannibal [guru] while they devise our demise, we grow wise [hann] upset the set up, the element of surprise [both] it'z a set up [guru] it's time to upset the set up Verse one: guru Though they conspire, fake us to make us retire With the burning desire we make it out of the crossfire Thoughts are higher, elevating and focused While the path is narrow, for those like us Primo beats provoke us to meditate like zen With the will and the strength, of a million men While they introspect, where nothing is met It's been that way for a while so much has come and then went But I'm confident, a few, are due to redeem Their respective kingdoms, with an abundance of cream So if I were to scheme, it would be on a realer dream Like formin effective teams to filter the smokescreens You totin in jeans, don't even know the true envy The man I'm pickin apart, and plus they both were friends to me Past trivial pursuits like east and west coast feuds Come against me on the mic, many and most will lose Like most dudes, I love this hip-hop, and this rap stuff But I don't like the shows, where the ignorant act up While some'll be rippin it, they be in the crowd wildin Flippin on kids, for the chains and medallions Or the kid they don't like, from a beef from way back And decide that's the night, perfect time for payback It's wack for the group, plus the others who came To see a fat ass show, instead there's bullets aflame Chorus Verse two: hannibal Still waters run deep this is leagues in depth Quiet as kept they slept we crept Society puts the squeeze on mc's like iron grips of death From here on in peace and blessings long cherish your breath Gifted and rhyme u now how we do, stay true Follow through lay down the law, cause it's probable and overdue All systems overdue, my guns know me I only hold a few my nigga for only a few hold me Never forget the ones before me, my momma told me Sacrifice for the ones behind me leadin the seeds Blind leads, black on black, crime to me Inclined to refine my creed I eat thinkin lead Conceive to make the beast bleed, enhance thoughts Like tossed trees 'cross the earth three-fourths Let my offspring feed all three, corpus delectis cost me Lost and found on enemy ground, quoted although They don't know how we get down at sound speed we breed Mo more confined to blind greed and self destructive deeds Heed my freedom war cry, of course I'm n.y. Hug my peeps that died, the loved ones alive Reinforce and fly high as I lie so shall i From new I to cali next plateau u.n.i.versal Unleash the black rain Show em who in control, electro-magnetic Pull on the hole, ill as toters bang out Til we sittin on swole the strongest way to grow The only way I know, underground railroad on track No physical or mental chain can shackle that [answering machine messages] |
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[some Jamaican gwal]
No matta wat we fyace We mus face de moment of trut baybe Chorus: Guru They say it's lonely at the top, in whatever you do You always gotta watch motherfuckers around you Nobody's invincible, no plan is foolproof We all must meet our moment of truth Verse One: Guru The same sheisty cats that you hang with, and do your thang with could set you up and wet you up, nigga peep the language It's universal, you play with fire it may hurt you or burn you, lessons are blessings you should learn through Let's face facts, although MC's lace tracks it doesn't mean behind the scenes there ain't no dirt to trace back That goes for all of us, there ain't nobody to trust It's like sabotage, it's got me ready to bust But I can't jeapordize, what I have done up to this point So I'ma get more guys, to help me run the whole joint Cultivate, multiply, motivate, or else we'll die You know I be the masterof the who what where and why See when you're shinin, some chumps'll wanna dull ya Always selfish jealous punks, will wanna pull ya down, just like some shellfish in a bucket cause they love it, to see your ass squirm like a worm But just as you'll receive what is comin to you Everybody else is gonna get theirs too I ain't no saint, therefore I cannot dispute That everyone must meet their moment of truth Chorus: Guru Actions have reactions, don't be quick to judge You may not know the harships people don't speak of It's best to step back, and observe with couth For we all must meet our moment of truth Verse Two: Guru Sometimes you gotta dig deep, when problems come near Don't fear things get severe for everybody everywhere Why do bad things happen, to good people? Seems that life is just a constant war between good and evil The situation that I'm facin, is mad amazin to think such problems can arise from minor confrontations Now I'm contemplatin in my bedroom pacin Dark clouds over my head, my heart's racin Suicide? Nah, I'm not a foolish guy Don't even feel like drinking, or even gettin high Cause all that's gonna do really, is accelerate the anxieties that I wish I could alleviate But wait, I've been through a whole lot of other shit, before So I oughta be able, to withstand some more But I'm sweatin though, my eyes are turnin red and yo I'm ready to lose my mind but instead I use my mind I put down the knife, and take the bullets out my nine My only crime, was that I'm too damn kind And now some skanless motherfuckers wanna take what's mine But they can't take the respect, that I've earned in my lifetime And you know they'll never stop the furious force of my rhymes So like they say, every dog has it's day And like they say, God works in a mysterious way So I pray, remembering the days of my youth As I prepare to meet my moment of truth ("You should know the truth And the truth shall set you free" -- from _Who's Gonna Take the Weight?_) Verse Three: Guru Yo I got one lyric pointed at your head for start Another one, is pointed at your weak ass heart Now if I pull the trigger, on these fully loaded lines You're gonna wish I woulda pulled a black nine, I mack dimes Crack the spines of the fake gangsters Yeah the bitin triflin niggaz, and the studio pranksters Yo lookin at the situation plainly: will you remain G? Or will you be looked upon strangely? I reign as the articulator, with the greater data Revolvin on the TASCAM much doper than my last jam While others struggle to juggle, tricky metaphots I explore more, to expose the core A lot of MC's, act stupid to me And we have yet to see, if they can match our longevity But anyway it's just another day Another fake jack I slay with my spectac' rap display Styles, smooth but rugged -- you can't push or shove it You dig it and you dug it cause like money you love it The king of monotone, with my own throne Righteously violent prone my words bring winds like cyclones Stormin your hideout, blockin out your sunlight Your image and your business, were truly not done right Throw up your he-Allah-I now, divine saviors You got no hand skills there's no security to save ya No pager, no celly, no drop top Benz-y I came to bring your phone hip-hop, to an ending My art of war will leave you sore from the abuse Cause you must meet your moment of truth First Chorus |
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It's like, a friendship, and a business partnership
And, we have to always be concious of the difference between em; because y'know, some things can happen that'll ruin one or the other, so we alwa-we always stay concious of those things Those obstacles that can, y'know trip us up because we ain't trying to go out like that "Friends" "Business" "Friends" "Business" "Friends" "Business" AhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRAHHAHHH!!! C'mon! Motherfucker! Yeah! ... GangStarr! GangStarr! M.O.P. Ghetto people! Son you're supposed to be my man, but you ain't wise enough to realize this is B.I., see I wanna taste the whole cake Some things in this industry, shit be so fake Make no mistake, if you're my man you'd understand about the plan, to stack hundreds of grands (That's right!) And how to stand, on much more acres of land And to expand from the days of goin hand to hand So like I was CEO I do my thing son and turn this underground rap thing to my kingdom Release a fistful, of rhymes for the fiscal year MC's are wishful fuckin with this here They stuck with the tear, for fear they foresake a brother's love it's clear -- I'd have to be the better man I'm thinkin The 7th Letter Man ain't got no time for petty speakin (uhh) So we go our seperate ways I see the fork in the road I know I blessed you with a portion of gold and some good fortune to hold, so KEEP THAT while I keep it movin, just like truckloads of interstate cargo, taxin niggaz like U.S. embargoes You my man like I said so all the best You shoulda known we do shit differently than all of the rest Can't afford to let a link be, loose in the chain It's time for us to get mad more, juice in the game You're buggin son (that's right) that's word to Billy and Fame So I'ma stay the game, that we play to win (Yeah!) So I don't care what you say to her or say to him The object son, is to excel and lead And niggaz be bluffin fallin for nothin but greed If it's animosity Let me know If you plottin to stop my dough Time to go! GangStarr, M.O.P. nigga Tryin to blow! If you my man you could understand! If it's animosity Let me know If you plottin to stop my dough Time to go! GangStarr, M.O.P. nigga Tryin to blow! If you my man you could understand! I'm true to myself y'all, and I'm a down ass nigga! So don't fool yourself, clown ass nigga! I always been the type of cat that'll put it on ya since back in the days when Laze snatched me off the corner And every since then, the whole game changed Everybody's against, Lil' ass Fame They wanna see me stretched out with my back smokin Left for dead in the street with my back opened So I don't keep friends I just roll with niggaz I was RAISED WITH, went out in a BLAZE WITH In the penile, to B.ville, down to Grayson And we thick together, in these last days kid So I don't have what you call friends cause when it's on then they gone in the end! But I'ma handle my business indeed Cause niggaz be bluffin fallin for nothin but greed! If it's animosity Let me know If you plottin to stop my dough Time to go! GangStarr, M.O.P. nigga Tryin to blow! If you my man you could understand! If it's animosity Let me know If you plottin to stop my dough Time to go! GangStarr, M.O.P. nigga Tryin to blow! If you my man you could understand! Hey yo what happened to the love soldier? It never crossed my mind that you would doubt my love inside and test my pride I divide, anything that I got with my M.O.P. staff -- WE ALL AND WE OUT! To the First Family loyalty, is no game We them type of niggaz that, money won't change We all aim, for the big picture but to me it don't mean shit if your dogs ain't witcha I sacrifice my main arteries -- WHY NIGGA?! Ain't nobody never loved me, like my niggaz See my business is my friendship and my friendship is my business Can I get a witness?! (Preach on nigga!) Hey yo we went through all out wars, half-assed tours Travelled 'cross this land with heavy contraband (See you my man!) And you ain't never got to second guess or question the love of William Danze (Sho' nuff!) I am invaluable, to my niggaz cause they all rest there in thirty-two -- BETTER THAN NOTHIN! Think of William when they start bustin, I hold you down (When them body parts pop up cousin) I'll be around! "Friends" "Business" "Friends" "Business" "Friends" "Business" |
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"The militia... Certain individuals of unidentified nature is now under complete control" "Hip-hop is not, what it is today.." "It's the real *echoes*... it's the (militia)" Verse one: Big Shug If heads only knew how I felt about the rap game They'd relocate, and change their fuckin name I eradicate movefakers, roll with coat shakers Give dap to mad money makers Shared cells with lifetakers, have sex with rumpshakers I make moves so I'ma earthquaker I've been known to instill fear Although the world may be round, we still trapped in the square City light, got me buggin and trife Some die by the gun, some die by the knife It's alright, like a game of spades I'm trump tight Premier hit me with music to ensure that it thump right And my flight, will be taken solely at night Cause that's when the freaks come out, no doubt And in the dark hours is when I will shower with the knowledge of my trade to get paid Still I make moves like a snake in the grass, roundabout I be dickin it down while you be assed out Puff mad L's but never passed out And if I'm caught up in a jam I blast my way out There'll be no lettin up, just straight shuttin up or we'll start the wettin up Lyrical infrared sceptor never miss you Big Shug, Guru, Freddie Foxxx, The Militia, militia Chorus: Freddie Foxxx Everybody's spittin it, the rhyme is hot Cause it's Big Shug, Guru, and Freddie the Foxxx When Premier bring the beats, no it just don't stop It's The Militia *echoes* Chorus Verse Two: Guru Yo; I ain't one to succumb to no man, but to command And scoop up the troops when it's time to take a stand Emphatically, deep strategies leave casualties I creep gradually, til everybody knows that I got more flows than Rosebud got hoes The anger inside had me trapped til I got geared up with raps to tear you up like big gats for big stacks, watch your back when I send em in Caught you tremblin, my name and face you're rememberin Several attempts, but nah bitch, you'll never win Rhymes pierce your skin or maybe limbs we'll be severin Take you to the mat, peep that, you should keep back My ill-kid format will lay you flat like a doormat that I walk on, I meditate while you talk on And gossip, so I drop my hot shit; fully loaded glock clips So get the fuck out my block, kid As nights turn to days, days go back to nights, we be speaking it right And keeping it tight up in the street life I meet life, head on, no holds barred Born with a heart of gold, now mostly cold and scarred En guard, choose your weapon, or get to steppin Lyrical bullets make you dance from the trance you be kept in Assessments are made before, and during combat I master my hunger, blow the spot when I bomb cats One of us, equals many of us Disrespect one of us, you'll see plenty of us Conflict, is what I predict You and your fellas is mad jealous, attempting to flare We cleverly stalked ya, your fam'll miss ya The war's on, that's why we formed The Militia Chorus Verse Three: Freddie Foxxx You niggaz owe me for my rhymes, I come to collect For you dope fiend niggaz in rap, I here to inject, check My style is water baby, spread it around But when you niggaz don't flow it right and fuck up my sound I get down; in '89 I spit the buck in the face of every MC that came in the place, a scar you'll never erase MC's are only recognized for their flows I'm worldwide for the bitches, that I turned into hoes You heard me spit it on Jew-elz, that's how it goes For all them faking ass niggaz and how I bust up they nose And while your, nose is drippin, and drainin blood I be standing over you screamin, "Nigga, WHAT, WHAT?! Nigga WHAT?!" Niggas feel my presence, like I'm right in they palm Cause a stormy day is coming, when you see me so calm, it's on No more twin glocks, they jam up my plays Now its twin .40 calibre Walther PPK's I'm in the control of my game, you must respect me like The Ref Uh-huh, you disrespect *gun clicks* you get the tech I turn you fake niggaz on and off, like I'm the clapper I rob so many niggaz, they should call me Jack the Rapper I'll the illest nigga doing this, dead or alive Gloria Gaynor on you motherfuckers, I Will Survive You can try to come at me, but do you want the kick back? You snap inside the cage of a pit, and you get bit back, huh My war is so tight, my drama so ill Beef with me hangs around like a unpaid bill I push these lyrics through any MC, and make it burn So the niggaz who be rhyming next, will miss a turn When you speak of who's the dopest MC, I don't come up But when you speak of who's the livest MC, I stay what up, what's up? I got stripes while you got strikes and bogus mikes Do what bitch niggaz do best *UTFO sample* bite You niggaz can't make up a law that I don't overrule, overthrow Prim' brought Bumpy these tracks so I can let you know Before I slide I'ma leave you this jewel Even mechanics walk around with they tools It's the Militia |
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Tell the people what you're here for.
It's the message in the song that makes you rock on. Some people go to places where they don't belong. Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight, But I'm here to bless this mic, aight? I take action, the minute that the crowd gets hype. I'm type crashin', down like a meteorite. I'm Bogart-ing, mics and whole stages. Destroying MC's dreams, from words, to whole pages. Their rapbooks, look more like scrapbooks, With their fictional fairytales, and frail-ass hooks. A lot of shit has happened, since I started rappin'. There's been, enough beef, and enough gat clappin'. There's been mad signs, for this brother to heed. And while some choose greed, I choose to plant seeds, For your mental, spirit, and physical temple. Bob your head to it; there's the water, you've been lead to it. Bathe in it; a long time, you've been cravin' it. Prance to it; use your third eye and glance through it. Your state of being, becoming advanced through it. While others rhyme with no reason, I be breezin', Their mics I seize them, then I try 'em for treason. I used to always like to hang out, Now I lounge in the rest, writin' bombs, while tracks bang out. I know you peeped me in the club then. But now I'm in your speaker, with the voice that you're lovin'. Chorus Verse Two: Guru Peace to the young ladies, who want to bone me much. And peace to my nigga, Premier, with the golden touch. I never fall off point, like DeNiro in Casino. Peace to Black Gambinos, and all my peoples. Dig the steelo; I'm fightin wars, you know, As in the Jihad, most humble, most merciful. That's because I be God, I trog through fogs, puffing logs. MC's muttering menial madness, they get mobbed, Scarred and barred, and then, banished from my fuckin' kingdom. You got a fly one, bring one, or else I come to fling some. Exquisite, exotic, exciting type shit. Enough to make the real heads wake up, and get hype quick. I'm type slick, known as the God Universal. Kick rhymes without rehearsal, I cross the burnin' sands. Now I stand here, with virtue, of course I could hurt you. Simply with my point of view, and I knew That many would come, that's why I've chosen To cut off pathways, and there's no runways or doorways open, For the jokers who ain't focused. And all the fake mercenaries get buried by the tongue of terrifying fury. Nothing's blurry, fuck it, I got no worries. Hearts and minds, shine bright light, with insight. Yeah, sense my birthright, to set up ciphers with power. 'Cause mad shit ain't right, like punks in the spotlight, Who can't freestyle; sometimes I make my peeps smile By sayin' somethin' crazy, wild. Like some shit off my dome, that be soundin' Better than the next man's whole album... |
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This jam is dedicated
to that woman that knows what she wants and just how to get it word up She knows what she wants She knows what she wants Yo she knows what she wants She knows what she wants and just how to get it She knows what she wants Yeah she knows what she wants She knows what she wants She knows what she wants and just how to get it She knows what she wants she's bold so she flaunts her hourglass jewels to mad clientele Rejected oh well, she ain't goin to no hotel Not the frantic freak type, but if you speak right you get to take her out and dig her out on a weeknight Weekends, she wants to spend your ends Her shopping spree is colossal, attitude semi-hostile Mack diva senorita, no reefer, no pizza, just shrimp and lobsters, champagne and mobsters Suckin up the cream like a vac to a carpet Strictly black market now you're her next target Watch out... cause yo she knows what she wants She knows what she wants She knows what she wants Yo, she knows what she wants She knows what she wants and just how to get it Spotted her in the club, with her crew nearby Her looks are a lullaby, to pass us by, she's too fly Never gunshy, hair is blown dry She craves a wiseguy to help her gain amplify So when you say, "Yo baby," she ain't gotta say hi to ya cause prior to this, he put rocks on her neck and wrist plus a fat joint on her finger You best to have a batch of scratch and treats to bring her And if you happen to luck up and get in You'll find yourself another jealous trick-ass boyfriend And furthermore the mink she's donning is stunning Blinding your senses Dunn, never put the two before the one son "It's the lesson well learned" "It's going down!" "It's the lesson well learned" "It's going down!" She knows what she wants She knows what she wants Yo, she knows what she wants Yeah, she knows what she wants and just how to get it Never fall victim to a chicken you was stickin Even if you think the punanny might be finger-lickin Never fall victim to a wicked woman's ways "Why son?" She's trying to get paid, check it One: She said she wanted to give me a son Two: She said she didn't like my crew Three: She never ever cooked for me Four: She was my cheri amore YEAH RIGHT It was all hype, I needed more insight In retrospect, I know I slept from the first night She did a split and that was it Gave up my pimp license, and flipped my whole friggin script But now I'm back like the Isley's moving wisely Sizing up the situation, keeping honies waiting Cause I got more to do, than to be sucked dry This tough guy, will get by, while the chickens wonder why I don't be callin cause it's like Ex to Next kid I know what I want, and just how to get it like her, no disrespect Miss |
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From New York straight talk, America's best (3X)
"Yo I'm not new to this I'm true to this" "Word up!" "From New York straight talk... America's best" [Guru] Yo, it doesn't make sense, for you to compete against this New York vibe that gets your whole body tense Calm down, listen to a brother who knows Cause the rappers out here come up with mad different types of flows Switch-up, change-up, yo pull the range up so we can build on this shit, for real that's how we came up Used to ride the subway trains back and forth Now I push an E-Class, four-two-zero of course Still material gains, make one more aware of all the madness and the civil unrest that's out here I doubt there, is anyplace more complex You can get lost in the sauce, New York'll have you vexed Who's next to get served, herbs'll get knocked off Burning flammable rappers, is how I get my rocks off I pop your top off as if you were the bottle then I'll drain all your fluid, you're better off playing lotto Bright lights, big city and the dark alleyways New York we get the money all day everyday "From New York straight talk, America's best" "Yo I'm not new to this I'm true to this" "Word up!" "From New York straight talk... America's best" [Guru] True if you can make it out here, you can make it anywhere That means a lot of rappers, they should stay away from here cause we still care, about the total artform Niggaz could sell more records but they still can't flip a live forum Plus everybody out here ain't talkin true shit either Mad niggaz is fakin jacks, I don't like them neither But the competition keeps me on point that's why I lamp in the studio composin fresh new joints from the streets, Medina, Manhattan, Staten, P-Lawn The struggle continues, everybody wants to be on The rat race, makes this lifestyle fast paced I've loved it since the days of fat shoelace Screwface me all you want, but I'm used to it I'll never give up rep in New York, I'm true to it From forty-deuce to Queens, back to East New Yi We takin no shorts, and plus we showin no pity Bright lights, big city and the dark alleyways New York, we get the money all day everyday "From New York... straight talk..." "Yo.. I'm.. not.. new.. to.. this" "America's best" "Word up!" "From New York straight talk, America's best" "Yo I'm not new to this I'm true to this" "Word up!" "From New York straight talk... America's best" [Guru] You get bent up, sent up creek, without a paddle You want to battle? Well I live in New York so think twice blink twice now your Roley and Lincoln's gone Don't come into this rap game if you don't belong You won't be on but for a minute anyway You're just a scavenger, you don't live this life everyday Rap is regional, so you can check the demographics Everybody represent where they live, cause shit is drastic confusion, while I'm givin rappers contusions And people don't realize that real hip-hop is losing They want to shut us down, and I say, "Shut up clown!" Cause New York is too corrupt and too tough to lay down and just quit, cause MC's out here kick serious lyrics And I come to you, with my infinite spirit Not takin nothin from your hood or your set But GangStarr could be a threat, in New York we rep That's where it comes from, that's why you're feelin it So why suppress it, I'd rather be revealin it Bright lights, big city and dark alleyways New York we get the money all day everyday "From New York straight talk... America's best" |
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Yo, yo, gu-rizzi, yo.
Yo, whassup, son? Yo, man, you know what I mean? I need this money, man. Get up, out in these, in these streets, man. Yo, so what's the deal, god? I'm sayin', what you need though? Yo, let me have like, two or three, three g's, man. I'm sayin', I'm sayin' son, man. You know what happened last time, though? I gotta do what I gotta do, man. I gotta eat, man. Whassup man? Oh, your baby momma stressin' you? Way past the days of the deuce, me and you stays a crew. Only a few percent knew what me and you went through. We've been sent to dominate, these corny come-lates, And set this crooked rap shit straight, from Crenshaw to Castlegate. Like Pete and C.L., I reminisce over days, From the streets of Boston to New York, and all the ways For certain niggaz to blow up, and crime paid. But my praise goes to the most high, 'Cause some nights I got so wild, yo, I almost died. Some stuff I got into, really scarred my mental. Pops wasn't tryin' to hear it, 'cause of what he been through. Still, like my nigga, Havoc, said, sometimes you gotta Hit your crew off, so they can make some bread. 'Cause no matter the weather, niggaz be needin' cheddar, And things in this world are more fucked up than ever. So let's make this bond, to keep this hip-hop strong. You a man, Baby Pop, you know right from wrong. So stay out of trouble, and that goes for me too. That's what we need to do, that's my advice to you. You remember what happened last time, when you got knocked, Doin' your thing, sewin' shit up on the block? You need to stop, 'fore you get caught, again. Or you get shot, and I lose another friend. "Any man with the plan, is precise with his life; Think twice." My advice to you, cut down on champagne and booze. For a nigga like me, most time that shit's bad news. It's like lightin' a fuse, whether it's sneakers or shoes; 'Cause somebody always want to step up, to start a feud. It's like settin' it off, but not the movie. Plus let's get some real women, forget floozies and the groupies; 'Cause they spell mad problems, from Watts to Harlem. And the bullshit won't stop, 'long as the world's revolvin'. And I recall when niggaz knew my pops had clout, But they didn't know my sorry-ass was gettin' kicked out. And they was seein' if I wanted to come bubble with them, And make my ends triple, and double, with them. And get in trouble with them, now memories of them. I wear 'em in my heart, like a emblem. I doubt we'd ever be bigtime sellin' dope, coke, or dust. It's killin us; let's take our people, and make a exodus. Annhilation, inhilation through the lungs. Or extermination, by the use of dirty guns. Triple beam dreams, and drug schemes of mad cream, 'Could be a sad scene when you go to that extreme. "Any man with the plan is precise with his life; Think twice." My advice, is to you... |
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(feat. Krumb Snatcha)
(Guru) First and foremost, some rappers are sweet like fructose When I cock back these lyrics, y'all punks best be ghost I be the seven twenty-one, eighteen twenty-one The illest one, I'm almost doper than anyone Straight out the late nights of Bed-Stuy Steppin up, y'all put your weapons up, I make heads fly You're artificial like saccarhin You're crazy fake, it's more than skills you be lackin in Concepts you bite, cause your identity ain't tight Tryin to be somethin you're not, like pullin a knife at a gunfight I'm troopin on night air like flight number 106 and gettin all up in your fuckin mix You get me upset, and I got you uptight cause my committee's in your city tonight, AIGHT? We got seventeen million of us plus, two million Indians That makes 19 mil, lightin shit up like Wild Bill I be the, supreme father plus the ill kid with drama My karma, creates the teflon to pierce your body armor And make sure you check the shit before you walk to me, or talk to me Steppin to me improperly, you just may catch the weaponry My specialty is tearin tracks out the frame You know my fuckin name, I rule all game I'm universal on all planes, what's your claim? (Guru) Yo, I be your highness, in slickness, you chumps bear witness Tremendous tropper, verbal nigga witht he fitness Drop you for your spot with the blazer then I blast ya Slice precise like ?fenny hanas? when I come to bring the dramas Styles so swift, that you can't peep the God as your lyrics get buried, six feet deep in my backyard I laugh hard, while your mental I run through mazes Dark stages of terror to shatter your dressing room mirror Your whole error gets crushed, your whole show gets bumrushed Too many dumb punks, want to enter this rap scene Kickin Willie Bobo, but need to be slapped clean into oblivion, the true champion always rises I bring surprises to the chief plus their advisers Size me up, and you will find nothing's larger Catch more wreck on your dome, than a deranged fuckin barber So what you made some dough, you best keep on scramblin All your vanity, is instantly crushed, when I start handlin Demandin that you pay, for your weak rhyme display Coast to coast, I break the fakes everyday (Krumb Snatcha) I see myself as the black Rap Messiah Colossal spreadin my gospel through electrical wires Spit fire through speech, so I can reach each and every Tom Dick and Jerry slippin like petroleum jelly Too busy in the limelight, can't rhyme tight I got divine right to bring y'all to light Somethin ain't right, to be an MC, you gotta thug Or to thug you gotta be an MC, this shit is bugged Show love but few; deal with crew and crew only And think universal like Sony Phony pounds and fake hugs is usually avoided Give a fuck like Pizza Hut I got to stay Noyd-ed Cause that same nigga you trust, could be that same cat behind that gat that bust, quiet ya, with the silencer Keep it hush, ashes to dust, then dust to ashes Nowadays it's who pull out the fastest, imagine this rap shit without this gat shit, or the phony cat in black talkin bout how much his Mac spit But this year, GangStarr got changes bein made No wack shit bein played no fake macks gettin paid No Versace MC's, with a mouth full of Mo' Soundin like a hoe spittin that old-fashioned show flow I bombshell that pastel Chanel rap through a Maxwell Ever since young Krumb, was taught to rap well Goin deep, process of thought, when my eyes closes Awaken with interpretive robe and sandals like Moses Travellin high sands and Eastern lands for the answers Ignorance is spreadin through the streets like it was cancer Too many drinkin not thinkin, when behind that trigger A 38 escalate the murder rate, for us niggaz it's like, microphone roulette cause nowadays MC's is gettin wet over someone else's fake gangsta rep |
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(feat. G-dep and Shiggy Sha)
Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X Make money money -- GO SHOPPIN! Take money money -- GO SHOPPIN! No matter what the weather, winter spring or fall We'll be doin it... "at the mall" (G-Dep) Yo what the deal cousin, gave him a pound now we huggin in the mall thuggin, buggin, spent a few hundred Shorties must be lovin, shit, jigg to my Wallow's They watch like Movado so I floss like I'm lotto You ain't loungin, til you've been countin by the thousands Profilin, pushin more weight than your medallion We be wildin, lockin blocks down just like the Island Dough pilin, we keeps it in the family like Italians Ballin, cop some Charles Jordan and some icebergs Ice herbs, nice curves, girlfriend with the white fur Pushed up, feel her like some shots of Tequila Said her man's a dealer, with all these bags from Antilla He got to be, but you hot to me, you under lock and key? Laid it down properly, this cat at Stern's watchin me Moved on me sloppily, prepare for the fallout with gats to blow the wall out, clear the mall out Chorus (Shiggy Sha) Yo, don't be mad at me, I used to be King Raggedy, fiends naggin me, shit I had to breathe Gradually, rocked casually, Sha passed the leave Vaseline slick shit, green stick shit Honey got some mean lipstick, my knot's this thick And I cop the meanest shit, still ride DISCUS but cops frisk us, the block whispers Theft need to stop, how we cop but you can Guess like them jeans you rock For now I'm rollin right, cause I had four faces fightin four cases in North Face of Dolemite So if he's here I ace the toners out my holdin tight Shorty lookin innocent there, in Benetton gear Nuttin innocent here, this ?henneson gear? Give us a year, to really see clear, through these Cartiers And do it party yea is what I'll probably hear Sharkskin is what I'll probably wear, designed by Pierre, trust me And look lovely with it Cop a 4.2 and get ugly with it, snugly fitted, ruggedly hittin Fitted in my Coogi knitted, compliments on the doobie did it Got the movie rented if the crew be with it yo Chorus 1/2 (Guru) Most times I'm casual, but easily I switch to some fly shit, like some silk suits by Paul Smith And purchase some kicks by Kenneth Cole Cop a Hilfiger, or Polo goose, for when it's cold Armani, and Gaultier specs cover my eyes The definition of jiggy so you best to recognize At the mall, I'm baggin up, much more than gear Victoria, be whisperin mad Secrets in my ear She wanted me to knock her in the back of Foot Locker I chuckled as she kicked more game than soccer Others try to copy, I see em when they mock me Baseball cap bent, the fresh scent is Issey Miyake All the way from Green Acre's to the Beverly Center heads turn, and I'm the main concern when I enter At Albee Square, niggaz wouldn't even dare with that fake thuggish ruggish when them Brooklyn kids be in there Saw ?newriqi L? and then a sweet for my girl Stylin, on the cell phone smilin, it's my world Can't forget the Avorex, pocket for the royalty checks My crew be showin loyalty, plus utmost respect Yo son, go pioneer them bimbos, while I get some Timbo's Later on that night you'll find them nymphos That's how it goes cause mad heads be in the mall Let's breeze, we got a show, plus I got another phone call |
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| 18. |
| 5:29 |
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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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| 19. |
| 3:06 |
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Intro: Guru
Word is bond these cats been on the mic fantasizing a LOT So called MC's wannabe rappers and all that whatever You get your knot rocked kid yo Chorus: Guru You thought you brought your best lines but they couldn't touch mine I rocked you in your knot hope you have better luck next time (repeat 2X) Verse One: Guru So just perhaps you wanna challenge my style of rap Talkin bout you bust caps, we know that's just a pile of crap The underground is where I dwell at It's where I find my heaven, and where you find your hell at You're in my clutches now, you get slit up and lit up just like some Dutches now, see I'm hard to define My mind travels far, from ghettoes to galaxies representin GangStarr -- The street life The reason why my mic ignites, I bring more ruckus than a nightclub fight, or bar brawl I'm swingin lyrics like broken glass palm to skull y'all Hold your head, cause all that weak shit is dead See the times are changin, and me and my peeps is gettin crazy fed So remember when you writing your rhymes Stop fantasizing, and bring some real shit next time Yeah, bring some real shit, yo Chorus Verse Two: Guru Yo, I do what I have to do to master you and capture you Until you recognize, what my rapture can do You thought I wouldn't step up, to keep my rep up I ain't them other kids, I don't need to play no catchup I got too much pride for this, I know some niggaz that'll ride for this, with me it's do or die for this Street knowledge, intellect and spirituality My survival package, as I deal with reality I'm like Fishburne in Hoodlum when I come to do em Chew em up, spit em out, the most respected no doubt You seen me in action so act you been knowin The G-U-R-U, of the Gang, I've been flowing just like the river Niger all the way to the Hudson Had so many lyrics stashed, and I couldn't wait to bust some Lately, I've watched this game evolve and elevate So now I push my music like drug dealers push weight Straight like that, straight out the gate Cause it's never too late, to set this fuckin record straight But it is too late, for you and your crew son You had the audacity to come against me, the gifted one? And Primo with the tracks, to inspire my next line You've got no wins here, so better luck next time Chorus (cut short in 2nd repeat at 'I rocked you in your knot...') Yeah yeah Better luck next time ('Not this time but next time' -- LL Cool J) |
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| 20. |
| 3:49 |
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* I'm not sure about any of these names *
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