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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, s 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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| 2. |
| 3:17 |
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Intro:
Skills, skills, skills [DJ Premier Scratching] "My Microphone" "It's Skills"-KRS One "The funky beat" "It's skills"-KRS One [Chorus: Guru] (Skills) Top rank point blank we vital Spit flows rip shows peep the recital (Skills) Now, you feel it when we drop those Hot beats stop phoes killin shit we got those (Skills) It's, the music that the street love Each thug, is now reppin this with deep love (Skills) Gang Starr duelin again rulin again Watch as we do it again [Verse 1: Guru] It's the, true enliven with a youthful vengeance And I'm a judge rap is your ass give you a crucial sentence You need at least twelve jewels to practice Your too enthusiastic male groupie bastard Still tryin to convince us some more Pretendin your raw that's what you need a minister for Again it's the law got you up against the wall We the gulliest fuck it then it's us against y'all Mic skills type grills like I'm Michael Jill Like when he write for the pill is how I stay for the ill Slide off kid, and let a grown man finesse it We bold and impressive that old manifest shit Some new product from a known team Niggas know me, and you can bet they know Preme So here we go for your stereo And you could tell that it's real when you hear me go hear me go [Chorus: Guru] (Skills) Top rank point blank we vital Spit flows rip shows peep the recital (Skills) Now, you feel it when we drop those Hot beats stop phoes killin shit we got those (Skills) It's, the music that the street love Each thug, is now reppin this with deep love (Skills) Gang Starr duelin again rulin again Watch as we do it again [Verse 2: Guru] You littl |
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| 3. |
| 3:29 |
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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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| 4. |
| 4:39 |
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Verse One
You know I used to be a player, fly girl layer and a heartbreaker, lovemaker, backbreaker but then I made a mistake yes I fell in love with this ill chick sweatin’ me for money, my name and the dilsnick my homeboys told me to drop her for it would be to my benefit she used to say I’d better quit hanging with those derelects romancing is my thing but I can’t swing with no scheming hoes wherever my beema goes you know that I’m driving surviving in the 90’s is a must so I trust that everyone listen up as my vocals give thrust I bust my rhymes first never chasing a skirt do much work while other suckas need more time to rehearse now back to the ex-girls, ex-lovers, ex-friends it made me mad to find that she was only after my ends she phones me and goes on about her new life now I wish she knew right now I think she’s busted let’s discuss it when I was with her no trust, just fights just the he-say-she-say and the neighborhood highlights bow I got my new girl or as I say my baby doll but I’m still gettin’ crazy calls, my ex-girl’s got balls don’t wanna play the field cuz I get lovin’ at home base don’t gimme no long face just exit with a grace you and I are the past, c’est la vie, much respect girl but now you’re my ex-girl cuz I’m on with the next girl Chorus Next <cuz girls look so good> Verse Two she had much loot liked to buy me fresh-dipped gear liked to have me near cuz of my svoir faire the time we shared was brief cuz I needed relief from her high-classed antics and all her conceit now she’s crying wolf and I like don’t wanna hear that I told her the bear facts when things started out she wines and she pouts about how I did her bad yo but she’d tried to buy me even tempt me with the hiney I fell for a sec cuz the clothes were real fly I could almost feel I would give into her whims her thoughts were erratic, sporadic, crazy in nature I told her hey look I can no longer date ya Tried to pimp with bank and fell short, your ship sank many thanks for the time and the watch and the link you and I are the past, c’est la vie, nuff respect girl but now you’re my ex-girl cuz I’m straight with the next girl Chorus Verse Three you saw my mom in the supermarket and gave her your number you asked how’s my sister then asked how’s my brother didn’t ask about my father cuz you know he ain’t like ya every time I left for your crib yo he’d really get hyper the advice he used to give me makes much sense now I can’t believe I used to let you break my confidence down you used to ask me why the hell did I wanna live in Brooklyn? you messed up my flow although you were good-lookin’ yes darlin’ was fly and this was the problem cuz back in the day she had me scheming and robbin’ to get her things to wear so when she went to the club all eyes were on her and me I just bugged caught in between felling proud and feeling more like a sucker had to go undercover, get away, find another been in Brooklyn 9 years and been around the world too I’ve seen so many fly girls and I knew just what to do I went from ex-girl to next took my time with each one and you know they still love me so stop jellin’ me hon went home to see mom and I saw you at the bus stop must I stop? nah I think not you and I are the past c’est la vie, much respect girl but now you’re my ex-girl & I’m out with the next girl out... Chorus |
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| 5. |
| 3:14 |
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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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| 6. |
| 4:48 |
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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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| 3:45 |
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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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| 3:55 |
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[Guru] You puny protozoa, you're so minute you didn't know the Gang has been watchin but instead of just squashin you I'm scoopin you up out of the muck you wallow in like a cheif chemist, other scientists are followin Plannin to examine you, on a petrie dish Sticking you and frickin you, just a teenie bit I'm clever, with science, but never relyin on false words from cowards who forever be tryin Insistin they come off, I let 'em get some off Then come back wit drum tracks, their ears could get numb off Blockbustin, like makin love, I'll never stop thrustin into your system, so just listen I'm like a neurosurgeon, operatin wit a purer version I write prescriptions, of words that fit in The thought gets prescribed, as I kick it live Cause it's more that a style, it's conceptual genius My effect on the scene is, to project that I mean this You deadbeat, wait until you see my next feat I get respect for the rep when I speak Check the technique [DJ Premier cuts] "Check the technique.." (3X) "Check the technique and see if you can follow it" [Guru] I'm rushin you like a defensive end as I recommend that you comprehend, I could stomp you in a battle, contest, or war, what will occur will be the forfeiture, of your immature insecure for sure, meek, weak visions of grandeur To rudely awaken you, and then'll be breakin you Taxin without askin and trackin and snakin you Makin you succumb to the drums of GangStarr By far we are, truly gifted ones son But if you were to speculate or estimate us losin you'll be dyin, tryin to face the fate of your delusions Cause miscalculation, is all you're statin So I'm chumpin, puntin punks just like footballs Cause I wanna put y'all, back in the messhall to clean up the slop, and stop all the bullcrap Your rap's crazy wack, so don't try to pull that You're lackin the vernacular, I'm slappin ya and cappin ya and closin your jaw, cause you can't mess with GangStarr The Guru and Premier always dope with the blessed beats Dance your ass off Hobbes, check the technique [DJ Premier cuts] "Check the technique.." (4X) [Guru] "Bon voyage", "Sayanora", "Arriva derci" Your ass gets busted doodoo mustard, you tried to work me You irked me - because you copy and falsify And I don't care how many step up, cause you all can try to wish and fish for a style, here's a fishin rod These rhymes are hittin hard, constantly I'm gettin large Inevitably, I readily kick a slew of lyrics so deep, so don't sleep, but just peep me Puttin methods on records and spinning for each millisecond 33 RPM's displays the art of men And as my rhymin builds you see my time it's chill ..and then I look upon weak ones I'm teachin each one so they become redone Essays are relayed to twist you up like French braids or tied up like corn braids, cause I got a strong way Force like police raids to never be delayed I once was the least paid but I made the grade Cause this ain't a slave sale and I ain't the same stale rapper, no, I'm not a phony microphonist wit no blaster No type of real appeal or real - talent And it makes me violent man To see all of these peewee bee MC wannabees makin G's for some dumb companies and lots of money but no idea what is rap and what is dope So check out what the Guru wrote Cause I will prevail, give you tales as I unveil Have enough braincells so I can stay paid well Now I'm in the driver's seat, and rockin the liver beats Bouncin and boomin and blastin you to the next seat Shiek and unique with lots of kick like a cleat Check the technique (.. chief unique technique..) (.. chief unique technique..) [DJ Premier cuts] "Check the technique.." (3X) "Check the technique and see if you can follow it" |
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| 4:12 |
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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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Strangely enough I've been struck, affected by her smile
And yo, her style is worthwhile And knowing that I'm deep like a river, I feel I should give her Things that those others can't deliver Contrary to what I had wished, it seems that I've been dissed But hey, I don't want to miss this Wonderful opportunity, my boys they try schoolin' me, But see I know what I want Someone who'll be there for the whole nine, This honey is so fine, but now she's hung up the line Upset because I told her I'm busy, she made like a grizzly And started chewin' my head off Screamin' that I spend more time with friends And also, she said I ruined her weekend I said "I know the stuff we had planned, but please understand Right now I'm loungin' with my man." I guess I didn't realize I'd hurt her, she said I had the nerve to Just neglect her like that Then she started bringing up past things and she kept asking How come our love isn't lasting I said, "Hey baby, please calm down cuz I'm still around and it's for you that my heart pounds Can I call you later on? You say I treat you wrong? But why you flippin' on me?" She said something else and then click Left me alone on the phone with the tone And now I'm lovesick Relationships can grip with the pain Arguments in the crib, in the streets, on the train I'm crazy fed but then still When she ain't there I feel sad, I feel ill Frowning cuz I'm down in the dumps The other night I took her out so she could shake her rump But after we were there for a few Some girls that I knew, stepped up and asked me to come to a party they were havin' at their house I looked at my girl, and yo, she started walkin' out I said "Hey love, just wait for a second And won't you just check it? It's all a part of makin' records Those were just some friends in the business No need to get angry, so listen up while I kick this And what about the things we discussed about havin' trust? What's all this attitude stuff? Now hon, you know that I wouldn't play you But time after time, you let your jealousy sway you Hey don't you turn your back like that Come on, this is wack You're heated up like a thermostat" Then she stepped off in a whirlwind and I don't know when or if I'm gonna see her again I coulda sworn she was the right one to pick But now...man I'm just lovesick |
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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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| 12. |
| 2:55 |
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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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| 13. |
| 3:07 |
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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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| 3:05 |
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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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| 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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| 4:02 |
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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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| 2:49 |
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(Guru)
It's that wise older brother That mind-moldin brother Still that nine-holdin brother, spittin like no other I smother other rappers as they gasp for air Came to give you exactly what you asked for here I'm like a one man task force here And once again, brains on bend as I go half with Premier Here, I go you the mic, sike This is my stage kid, you'll feel my rage kid tonight Who's gangsta, who's flossin, who's thuggin, who's boss man I'm here to get respect from L.A. from Boston My celly rings often cuz I got the goods MC's ride the wood, any beef I got the hoods Now come come now, what the heck were you thinkin Feel the dum dum's now, leavin you numb while you leakin I'm speakin, just to let you rap pro's know Ain't no gimmicks, no phony image, cuz I'm a natural (Chorus) 2x The natural, the actual, the factual The classical, the radical You wanna act tough, we ain't mad at you It's just that we are here to adjust your phony attitude Gang Starr, we holdin it down just like a gat'll do (Guru) So natural, chicks in VIP come downstairs Rush me in pairs, shouldn't have brought them around here The rules say don't check the pimp, check the hoe Check the flow, I'm all up in the trap catchin the bankroll My steel shank holds one in the chamber like Antonio 'Course I'm a stand-up guy, but you don't know me though I'm righteous, but I might just unvail my portfolio The plot just thicken and you've been stricken like polio Who's so-and-so, I'm tired of the lackluster busters It's the black General Custard, the king conductor to dust ya Touch ya, cuz you had nerve to try and conjure A way to surpass the master, but now I bombed ya Skiggy-hair man style like Lee Archer Five foot eight, Guru the Great, still a tree sparker I see farther than you average rap pro's Son here's a rattle, you've never seen battle I'm a natural Chorus 2x |
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| 3:28 |
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- Aiiyo son, it seems like, everyday
more and more people begin to get more foul Uhn, now dig.. Association breed assimilation Let me tell you what happened I'm driving the other night, these two faggots pull me over Talkin bout I got a broken taillight They got a broken headlight They shake me down, they tellin me that they gon' come and see me tomorrow and have somethin for them - Word, so what up? So now I got somethin for them (Verse One) Who's the real criminals, take a look behind the scenes Corruption and greed is commonplace routine Guess it pays in many ways to have a few schemes Shit, I know model citizens that ain't squeaky clean You got dirty politicians, dirty judges and dirty cops Everyone's on the take, the hood's filled with dirty blocks How we gonna save the community, they worse than us It's like a curse for us, police be the first to bust Think about it, that RICO shits no fuckin joke For them the evidence'll vanish in a puff of smoke I been observant, I'll never be subservient I guess you get what you deserve in this From project hallways to courthouse hallways Some prevail, most see jail, this happens always Speed on, before you get peed on All I need is more power, then I'ma put the squeeze on (Hook) I want more power, I'm gainin more troops I'm gaining more respect 'cause I want more juice The most influential men, got influential friends And I'ma put the squeeze on all of 'em I watched y'all get fat, now I want my share What you ain't got it all? Then I want what's there The most influential men, got influential friends And I'ma put the squeeze on all of 'em (Primo scratches) "They wanna see the God catch an L it's all a Set Up" -> Guru "It's a Daily Operation" -> Guru "You know me son, show respect" -> Steele "They wanna see the God catch an L it's all a Set Up" -> Guru The squeeze.. (Verse Two) Believe me son, I'ma put the squeeze on 'em Croocked cats, that confiscate the gats they keepin 'em Hustler's Convention every night at D&D Had chicks on the strip with Trace in eighty-three It's nothin, that why I know I'm on top And I'ma stay here 'till I'm paid and owe nothin They gon' take they cut, so why shouldn't I Eliminate the middlemen, who thought they could die Go overseas, make G's and bring it back to the streets A never-ending saga when I rap to these beats As the minutes go by, you 'bout to get it, know why? I'm already in too deep, so forget it, don't try Cause all you gonna find is sufferin and pain I had enough of you man, I'm 'bout to fuck up your plan So speed on, before you get peed on All I need is more power, then I'ma put the squeeze on (Hook) (Primo scratches) "They wanna see the God catch an L it's all a Set Up" -> Guru The squeeze.. |
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