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from Gang Starr - No More Mr. Nice Guy (1989)
Chumps tryin me but when they eyein me I build in skills and to enhance my chances I'm thrilled to be involved with solvin all the problems with the way that the sound has gone down so I frown at the scene where you be takin it and like the winds of change I'll be breakin it up shakin it up Clearing it out airing it out and bearing the clout on my chest like a crest that rests on a tidal wave, only the good I'll save when I plunge, and engulf the ones who aren't sons, who converse with ? and make friends Yo, I recommend that you get back there and sit back there, contemplate, calculate and concentrate on these rhymes, that I picked to stick to your mind, and then I'll raise you straight to the next phase, cause I will amaze with much force, and like the power that comes from the source, which is greater and stronger, of course If you didn't know, I will tell you That all the blind no-minds I give Hell to And if you comprehend what is said Then you'll be stayin two steps ahead "one, two" steps ahead "one, two" steps ahead "one, two" cut and scratched by Premier [Guru] I can't work with, those jerks who front with the mic, cause I never liked fabrications Wack creations that lack authenticity For some time in my mind I've been wishin the fiends who do would just yield And at the foot of my bed, I have kneeled Thus revealed as a gift I have nurtured and I hurt ya if you're not knowin That the musical need is now growin And like a man obsessed, I must go all out, show all out, blow all out throw all out, get on out of my path Cause I laugh at the ones with no gas I surpass the class to get geesed like the way the ballistic's released And I won't cease til I cap them or slap the saps with my rappin Continue on with my journey All the negative ones don't concern me My eyes are wise, I got cause to live positive, have to give, every way every day of my life, so I fight for the right and get hype, so heed what I feed and get fed, then you'll be livin two steps ahead "one, two" steps ahead "one, two" steps ahead "one, two" cut and scratched by Premier I'm way ahead of you, yes I'm on top It's me instead of you, with the lyrics you fear it so get near it, and then you'll hear it clear and concise, cause I paid the price to be talking here, rocking there, shocking here stop and stare, then compare if you wish Because the others fess, I insist So I will assist you to blend with this bend with this, tend with this, fend with this As I ascend with my orals You define and defy with high morals And at the spot I will stop to throw darts at the ones who proclaim with no aim cause they don't hold the fame, they're on mine And since I'm well inclined and divine I will have to ask you to come in Move along with the tongue and the drummin Progress and let the blessings be read and you'll be staying two steps ahead "one, two" steps ahead "one, two" steps ahead "one, two" cut and scratched by Premier |
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from Gang Starr - No More Mr. Nice Guy (1989)
You ain't livin right punk I'll have to school you Not rule you but I'll say yo you fool yourself When you try to deny and defy written laws This means your cause has lost Think about it take the time and even ponder longer Then let your mind start to wander Go black and track the facts about all of your mistakes It only takes to one to make fate Pick up your life clean up your act and get a legal plan You can, or be an evil man Caught, and then you claim you're not responsible The choice was yours, when the fun's gone you will realize that you don't get somethin for nothin, why you bluffin? Others even brothers are stuffin their pockets with honest cash, they'll laugh, so don't knock it Jock it, cause the Guru must stop it I'll jab you, smack you, crack -- you're demolished You must acknowledge -- life is like a college in itself Get a degree in reality Or you will be upon it like a lawn you'll be walked on Gone, never to see or be the same again Friend, cause the time you spend Bringin down yourself, bringin down the pace Bringin down your friends, bringin down the race will have your life in a wreck And homeboy life is cause and effect Exactly what you put in boy, you will get out of it The energy released comes back, there is no doubt of it So when you thrive to connive and contrive foolish deeds This means you'll bleed from greed Dig the rhyme dig the thought, of what'll happen You're nappin, you're gonna fall off the map 'n' lie out, and cry out, why? You got the short end of the stick Cause you're too quick to run tricks Open your mind, widen your sight, get out of your rut MOVE, and get the lead out of your butt Cause you can't live without a plan to get freshed chump and you shouldn't stand to let anything sway you from the path you know is truthful Chill, cause you know the chosen youth will take over, and control the whole so don't blow it Know it, cause the Guru must show it I'll teach you, reachin each so you're enlightened Emcees are frightened, by what I write in my songs Cause I express what I manifest While some of you fall down to the ground with breakdowns never to see or be the same again Friend, cause the time you spend Bringin down yourself, bringin down the pace Bringin down your friends, bringin down the race will have your life in a wreck And homeboy life is cause and effect You're still playin games lame, I'll have to end you Straight to the gate of fate, so you can claim your doom Will you decay as you pay in repentance I light my sentence like incense Breathe in, expel your fears as you marvel Heed what I feed, you won't starve you'll make it But if you don't, you will be finished You'll dissapear, you will diminish never to see or be the same again Friend, cause the time you spend Bringin down yourself, bringin down the pace Bringin down your friends, bringin down the race will leave you bugged and upset Cause homeboy life is cause and effect Cause and effect!! Once again, Premier and the Guru It's like that |
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from Gang Starr - No More Mr. Nice Guy (1989)
Guru All all.. let's get together now This is the time for gettin fresh for the weather now Seek the sheik speakin and those keepin the faith We won't have to hesitate We just skate straight into the heart of it This is the scene and I'm the Dean and here's the start of it So see how things should be and come along with me Agree with this decree and let your conscience be free "Let your conscience be free" -->Erick Sermon cut n scratched by Premier Guru Release me, ? me, so I can set it off And if your body's feelin hottie won't you sweat it off Flow and go, farther, because we are the crusaders -- so you know we can create our own fate Great, let's get into it now Ain't nothin to it but to do it now, fluent now Word, you heard, this is the verdict now You can shake it don't you break it don't you hurt it now Flex, bend, and twist, into a motion of just bein down with the sound -- I'll give a potion of vocab, so go grab, the one of your choice so Then you'll feel good like you should, and you'll rejoice so see how things could be, and come along with me Agree with this decree, and let your conscience be free "Let your conscience be free" -->Erick Sermon cut n scratched by Premier Guru Girls, girls.. these are the details I like sophisticated, liberated females Dutch, treat, I have no qualms with it Your shape is neat, and I'd like to grace my palms with it Clocked the suave talkin, you won't be walkin away Because I know that you'll stay for my play, and sway, to rhythm pumpin baby You must admit this is legit and you'll jumpin maybe hold up, wait up, and don't get too excited For genuine is the line while others you invited Time for rhyme makin, and never fakin the move So get involved with the groove while I prove, smooth, that's how I kick it to you Because with all the respect, I wanna stick it to you see how things could be, and come along with me Agree with this decree, and let your conscience be free "Let your conscience be free" -->Erick Sermon cut n scratched by Premier Guru What's up, what? I am continuin All the chumps and the punks, I'll do em in and then pose for those lookin, that put the crooks in the cell Cause they're the wrong personnel I propel, swell, and I start blowin up All the babiest ones they should be growin up Bright, lights, I'm shinin on you now This is the time and the place, peace be upon you now see how things could be, and come along with me Agree with this decree, and let your conscience be free Let your conscience be free "Let your conscience be free" -->Erick Sermon |
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from Gang Starr - No More Mr. Nice Guy (1989)
Guru] Here's the jam I slam to make it known that I diagram write out my own rap Cast the line watch me shine I'll assign you to do this you can review this convention that comes from combining sums from equations or phrases cause I begun some exploratory digging I'm thinking big and I'm taking all your words cause your site is blurred and you're selfish and rather immature I've always felt this, that's why I'm giving more I am sure, that you find that I'm the Guru With this particular style I'm running to you I gotch u Keen is my site, and keen is my brain I campaign to gain my domain and vocalizing techniques, emcees are deadbeats and drop to the ground then, I stomp em down with sound I'm a pacifist, but they won't last with this dope beat combined with lyrical energy You can rewind this, play this again and see just how I kick the, rhymes that hit ya snug in your mug, while I depict a scene that is hype and, I'm title swipin If you're loungin, I'll take the mic and show you how it goes in, I'll leave you frozen I gotch u I live my life with adventure, because I went for the road seldom run, cause it was meant for me to hold the spot here, your rhymes are not clear Focus, on the way that I wrote this I'm crafty, so how you gonna outlast me? With your bogus crap, you're gonna have to note this while I rap, and then I quiz you like a teacher Give a speech to you while I impeach the ones with the crowns and, my voice resounds and take it from me, then you will see, I got the G The Keith double-E, I got the know how And I will show how the hip-hop will grow now I gotch u I got nothin to fear, nothin to hide Bein conquered with the micraphone, I take you for a ride and slide glide to the hoop and scoop you like Clyde, Drexler, your girl I wanna get next to Hold up I gotta flex to the stage, then engage to do the knowledge, then backstage is where I'm headed Don't sweat it, sit down clown and just let it be Set it free, get it see I got G, cetainly, and I gotch u I gotch u Once again, we got the GangStarr out in total effilzneck I got my man DJ Premier... peace |
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from Gang Starr - No More Mr. Nice Guy (1989)
Keith E.E. emcee on a spree I'm goin for this cause draws applause yes I adore this I'll reteach with speech I can accomplish I've got to flaunt this I'm not a pessimist Yo I'm an optimist that's why I'm droppin this I'm good I got style cause I've stood for a while In the shadows of the others gettin mellow with the brothers called the Gang and yes I can hang Progressin with my lesson while I do my thang I've got gusto "My man gots that gusto" "Word" ( 2X) You say your rhymes flow, I say I'm spontaneous Rockin the place, I'm not mainly just sayin some words that are weak or incoherent And it's apparent, that you fear us, the Gang but I'm still a peace seeker I'm in your face, don't have to sneak ya Dope rhymes speaking with wisdom of a preacher and I'm here, cause you've been victimized I'm sincere, I see through gifted eyes So yo, we're gonna see what the race is That's where you groups, will have to face us And you can bet we'll be in tip-top shape Nice so precise with a hip-hop update Wait, I got a shoutout for the ladies Come check me baby, don't underrate me Cause I'm a man with the plan for all The Guru, to groove you, get out the wall I've got gusto "My man gots that gusto" "Word" ( 2X) I've got gusto, so I'm kickin it well I got gusto, with much clientele So I pump it, to a higher decibel Have a seat, listen cause the rest it goes smooth and improve and bust a move I am the man with the true blue potential I am essential, I drive you mental and back Attack mack and rap And as you calm I will romp Like a giant I stomp I've got gusto "My man gots that gusto" "Word" ( 2X) Really? Right, you wanna be a emcee? Then go against me -- boy don't even tempt me Cause I go house on the freestyle tip Math you and blast you and then just shift into hype gear, no fear, I persevere Year after year, rehearsin verse so clear Cause I've been into rhymin man for like eons And every stage, word I wanna be on So I can show you how it's gotta be done I never run or shun, I've just begun I've got gusto "My man gots that gusto" "Word" ( 2X) .. "My man gots that gusto" "Word" ( 2X) Ahhh yeah... gusto |
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from Gang Starr - No More Mr. Nice Guy (1989)
Guru The music started in the hearts and drums from another land Played for everyone by sons of the motherland Sendin out a message of peace to everybody and came across the oceans in chains and shame Easing the pain and it was without name Until some men in New Orleans on Rampart Street Put out the sounds and then they gave it a beat I'm talkin bout Jelly Roll King and Satch I'm talkin bout the music that had no match Yes the music, and it was born down there We're gonna use it, so make the horn sound clear It's jazz music... jazz music Yo, the music that Pops, and other cats made it stayed, cause people love when they played To the North, it took a riverboat shuffle To the big cities, with lots of hustle and bustle To Chicago, and to the Apple too This was a scene, that our forefathers knew Go get your crew, I know they'll get into the jazz music... jazz music The music called jazz had the razzamatazz It had the flavor, and a lot of pizazz The big band beat was very neat and unique The swing was king, it made you tap your feet There was Benny and Duke and of course the Count Basie The melody was smooth and yes, very taste There was Hap, The Prez, and Lady Day and Dizzy Bird and Miles, they were all playin They brought it to the people of the foreign lands Back across the oceans and the desert sands Where it echoes in the distant sounds of drums And it rises with the sun on days begun This is the music, that we give tribute to They gave it to us, that's why we give it to you The jazz music... the jazz music The jazz music... UH.. uh.. uh |
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from Gang Starr - No More Mr. Nice Guy (1989)
Featuring Damo D Ski Guru Take your time recline and make your mind up I feel fine so I'm gonna wind up Here's the pitch check the switch now watch me hit you right to this while I pursue this desire to get you on up to step to rhythms and rhymes cause I respect you Unless you're a biting one a non writing one Reciting some of my lines although you are blind you'll see my shadow rather my silhouette But I'll be glad though, knowin your pillow's wet And that you're upset, cause you thought you brought the answer -- to this dilemma in rap but I'll vamp you with KNOWLEDGE KNOWLEDGE KNOWLEDGE (echoes) Damo D-Ski Pure is my thought, my spirit is my heart I shall embark to spark my fine art of oratory wisdom, emcees I quiz them on terms and techniques, then I'll wreck each with speech I win the science fair, so you don't you try and scare me with your threats and, idle atrocities I am the best and yo I am your boss at these methods and forms of, causin swarms of fans just to dance, like thunder storms of what it must take to, crush you or break you If I dislike you, I may not hate you It's just that you sound weak when, you think you're speakin KNOWLEDGE KNOWLEDGE KNOWLEDGE (echoes) Guru The rhymes are peaceful like yoga, and yo I know the time must be mine, so I'm gonna throw the whole kit n kaboodle in, while you sit doodlin Scribblin, now wipe your mouth cause it's dribblin That's nasty, so how you gonna get past me? Whatcha babblin punk? I have to put a rattle in your hand, and then I'll serve you like an infant Put a bib on you, and feed you in-stan-taneously Rhymes that'll be, famous from me The Keith double-E, cause you're a faker And I will take the mic from you and make the brothers and sisters unite, while we relate the KNOWLEDGE KNOWLEDGE KNOWLEDGE (echoes) Damo D-Ski I'm glowin with intensity, cause I've been sent to G off as your boss, because you lack identity You're quite immature and, you sound very boring Like a raft I'll bring you back, up onto the shore and give you time to dry out, while I just try out my hunch that with one punch, yo I could put that eye out But violence, is never my first choice I use my voice to make you rejoice In agreement with our program, cause there is no man Who can give you more of this, and you can be sure of this fact that I'm exact, cause I got it down pat We are scholars risin, we're exercisin our KNOWLEDGE KNOWLEDGE KNOWLEDGE (echoes |
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from Gang Starr - No More Mr. Nice Guy (1989)
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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from Gang Starr - No More Mr. Nice Guy (1989)
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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from Gang Starr - No More Mr. Nice Guy (1989)
Punks will always scheme to create a means to take my kindness for weakness cause they don't seem to respect my generosity and what it's costin me is headaches I don't like fakes or people bossin me around You clown it's time I beat you down You tried to play me betray me and slay me and now you'll drown in the river I'll give ya reasons you should shiver Cause when I get to wreckin and deckin, I won't forgive ya You had the opportunity, for bein cool with me You stabbed me in the back you duck, and now you're soon to be disarmed, embalmed, I'll break off all your arms and then your legs, you'll beg, I'll crack you like a egg and spill your yolk, you joke, I'll duff you in the eye and you'll say, "Why?" And bleeding and pleading, you'll start to cry and I'll reply with a confident sigh, "There'll be no more Mr. Nice Guy" No More Mr. Nice Guy No More Mr. Nice Guy Yo ?, this is somethin that I wanna tell to you, sell to you and as I speak you girlies yell to your friends, "Yo it's him! He's shockin again!" This is the season for breezin with reason because I'm in, charge of the attack on suckers who just rap on wack track that lack that snap, while I just mack on Honies who look good and, they all want the wood in They push up, to get up close, to serve me puddin And I just tell em, "Look here, I am not a crook there" but I like to snatch em all, cause like a hook they're stuck struck, they tried to press their luck They wanna tease me and skeeze me and please me, to squeeze the bucks from my pocket that is bulging, I'm not indulging in lame games with phony dames, too busy buildin my fortress Score this, drink while I pour this I'm livin and givin my rhymes, so I'll ignore this Garbage you are runnin, I am not the one and you'll never get to vamp me tramp cause I'll be stunning your mind I'll sign, my name on your behind and cool you off like frost, I'm leary of the way you double cross Get lost, I'll tell you you are fly and say goodbye And burning and yearing you'll ask my why And I'll reply with a wink of an eye, "There'll be no more Mr. Nice Guy" No More Mr. Nice Guy No More Mr. Nice Guy Oh sure, you're, running back for me I'ma great you defeat you and beat you, show you the door Cause you ain't really welcome, you know you're seldom thinkin of your fellow man, but you still til them You wanna be a friend then, you keep pretendin You're two-faced, so you'll taste, just what I'm sendin POW, now, you're shaken sayin WOW You stare, you fear, my wrath is too severe I never let up so get up I'm fed up, and I don't care I'll duff you in the eye and you'll say, "Why?" While you're bleeding and pleading, you'll start to cry and I'll reply, "Either do or you die, cause there'll be no more Mr. Nice Guy" No More Mr. Nice Guy No More Mr. Nice Guy |
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from Gang Starr - No More Mr. Nice Guy (1989)
Now is the chance to advance and get an outlook Create the circumstance, because I doubt books can relay, words this way, so I'll portray a new image, and let's begin as members who pledge to, look up ahead to a beautiful world, though we've been led to believe it will not be and, we still are seein Agreein there'll be peace, the wealth will increase and we'll prosper, you know like flourishin The rhyme I toss ya, it will be nourisihin Cause I must bring, ideals for better living see Because I do believe in positivityWeak is the clown, much weaker is the fool I'll overrule to duel and to school For reasons that are so deep, I don't need no cheap people to identify, I'll just say hi and bye Since I'm an optimist, I'll turn and walk with this tape playing loudly, inside my headphones MC's that crowd me, turn into headstones Because I don't have time for, powerless minds or suckers who suck, because I find more interesting topics, you can not stop it I drop it and rock it I shock it, that's how I'm livin B I have to live my life with positivity Havin nothin to lose, so much to win Bein grateful for my darker skin, I take you for a spin and then begin to groove and sooth and move your whole crew, the Guru, and truth I wanna give to you So watch as I break through to your dome Cause I'm prone to give a message, then back home is where I'm goin, still knowin, my life's right and that days to come, will be fun I'll achieve, I'll receive, and I'll be livin free Me and my DJ Premier with positivity... positivity! So if you're generatin positivity out there You know that's the move Yo me and Premier, and dancer H.L. Rock We always got positivity Brooklyn, the Boogie Down All the boroughs got positivity Jersey, Philly, Boston, Houston, Cleveland L.A., and the rest of the country's got positivity The U.K., Germany, the rest of Europe's got positivity And of course AFRICA and the rest of the world They all have positivity Cause everybody should have positivity Peace and Bless |
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from Gang Starr - No More Mr. Nice Guy (1989)
Now is the chance to advance and get an outlook Create the circumstance, because I doubt books can relay, words this way, so I'll portray a new image, and let's begin as members who pledge to, look up ahead to a beautiful world, though we've been led to believe it will not be and, we still are seein Agreein there'll be peace, the wealth will increase and we'll prosper, you know like flourishin The rhyme I toss ya, it will be nourisihin Cause I must bring, ideals for better living see Because I do believe in positivity Weak is the clown, much weaker is the fool I'll overrule to duel and to school For reasons that are so deep, I don't need no cheap people to identify, I'll just say hi and bye Since I'm an optimist, I'll turn and walk with this tape playing loudly, inside my headphones MC's that crowd me, turn into headstones Because I don't have time for, powerless minds or suckers who suck, because I find more interesting topics, you can not stop it I drop it and rock it I shock it, that's how I'm livin B I have to live my life with positivityHavin nothin to lose, so much to win Bein grateful for my darker skin, I take you for a spin and then begin to groove and sooth and move your whole crew, the Guru, and truth I wanna give to you So watch as I break through to your dome Cause I'm prone to give a message, then back home is where I'm goin, still knowin, my life's right and that days to come, will be fun I'll achieve, I'll receive, and I'll be livin free Me and my DJ Premier with positivity... positivity!So if you're generatin positivity out there You know that's the move Yo me and Premier, and dancer H.L. Rock We always got positivity Brooklyn, the Boogie Down All the boroughs got positivity Jersey, Philly, Boston, Houston, Cleveland L.A., and the rest of the country's got positivity The U.K., Germany, the rest of Europe's got positivity And of course AFRICA and the rest of the world They all have positivity Cause everybody should have positivity Peace and Bless |
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from Gang Starr - No More Mr. Nice Guy (1989)
[Premier scratches "The Guru"]
It's '89, mine, I'm Keithy E. the Guru Premier is here with the flair, we're running to you Bust your grill with skill, as we build and fulfill I drop the wisom to quiz them, with precision we drill We're kicking wannabes down cause we're gonna be down We're moving on with the sound, see we're gonna be around For a long time, I kick the strong rhymes You're empty-handed and stranded cause you were standing in the wrong line This is not the fate is for sure a pure pen The gift is hitting home on your dome because we meant it You'll need a graffiti, don't heed and you'll be bleeding We'll rip you, and ship you back and you'll be repeating The progress, and I guess that you should be told now Lo and behold how the stroll I unfold now Knowledge, wisdom, and peace are what I'm true to In the rear is Premier, and I'm the Guru [Premier scratches] I sound greater because I'm head of the comittee I chill in New York City, I'm witty, so get me To Brooklyn, so I can ill and peace no joke You slow poke, you'll go broke, you're rhymes ain't all that dope So take a backseat, with all your wack beats This is the one phase of my rage and onstage I slap eats For you to try to steal this, I will reveal this Like a prophet, I'll drop it, Premier will start to seal This coffin to be chewing, you soft and you'll be doing A dance with some ants in the ground, you clowns be chewing But you could never get this, the talents we've been blest with So many different ways to phrase, you shouldn't mess with the Guru [Premier scratches] So here's the verdict, cause all you suckers know you're booty You're played out, you'll fade out, I doubt that you can do me We ain't having no gabbing, when I be grabbing and jabbing In your ear like a spear prepare your body for battling Cause you've been preparing to move, you'll be certain to lose Open your eyes up, wise up while I work with the groove To teach your next school, who'll be the next fool? That I can stomp down with compound nouns but like a pestule Come back with dumb raps, then like a tech inside I'll take you out your misery you ought to step aside Your weak rap, you speak that yang so Imma clue you The DJ's name is Premier, and I'm the Guru I'm telling you, '89 is mine. Peace |
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from Gang Starr - No More Mr. Nice Guy (1989)
Lyrically versatile My rap definition is wild I wrote graffiti as a juvenile Restin on deuce trey And used to boost gray Kangol's with 555 Soul's from the streets of the Ill-a-delphiadaic insane For monetary gain, niggaz is slain on the train It's homicide For wealth stealth missions for crack In the alleyways, where niggaz get grazed in the back From stray shots Clips with hollow tips, for your spine or Either remain calm, catch a rhyme, to your mind Niggaz ya know my style I run a--motherfuckin-rap--muk When Malik get a U-Haul truck I stand five, foot seven, in command of the party and scam like Uncle Sam I'm never caught up in the glass eye of your action cam, cause I'm down low Artistic exquisite rap pro, that get the dough It's the Philly borough dread thoroughbread for dolo I bag solo, like a nigga that boost Polo Steppin through the corridor, of metaphors Lookin over my left Shoulder the mic, still feel colder than before With this jazz shit I hit your jaw Dice Raw, get up on the mic, my young poor I be the nigga blowin up the spot on tour Surely real to the core, old school like eighty-four I never die, and raps till my lungs collapse Then relax until my knack for tracks Bring it back, on time When I rhyme my rep remain Either go against the grain or your ass is found slain I overcome, niggaz want styles then I throw you some Show you some, get on the mic and take it over son Dice Raw, the motherfuckin Wild Noid Get on the mic and perpetratin is void [Dice Raw] Ya leave niggaz missin in action like their dads in the projects My style like an old mac, travel round and catch wreck I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more Wack MC's wanna flex but their styles they bore Got to know the real meaning of the ill shit, kid I do mad damage but never will catch a bid With my knapsack, full of ill shit that I just boosted From the corner store when I let loose more Flavor that's me, rippin heads off from the seams Niggaz didn't play like Jeru and Come Clean [he heh ha ha ha] I beat down on they heads like drum machines Or 808's cause my style flows out great And superspectac, with all the raw rap Pull a metal chair out my knapsack across your back ka-crack Now do you feel the pain of course I guess you're believin that I'm insane When I'm taggin my name, upon the train I got so much pride I got so much soul, with lyrics high To make niggaz stop drop and roll, now check me out one time For your ass, fat styles equivalent of an AIDS infected Glock blast Niggaz know my style, plus they know they want more Props from Mount Vernon, to Mount Rushmore OK kid, you know my style is buckwild literature That you can never get when I'm thinkin your particular flavor that you want I sit back and smoke a fat blunt in class Teachers can kiss my ass, I'm twice, Dice Nigga de Raw, never take a bad fall Smack your head up against the wall Like playin handball, my style's ill I slam like Hulk Hogan, Dice Raw bettin on my arm Niggaz know my slogan while I breathe your last breath Niggaz better watch they step, fat bull catch wreck Ill, gots ta keep you in check With the hellified beats and hard rhymes Niggaz know my style, when I go the whole nine I beat down punks, cut em up into fruit chunks Like fruit salad, my style's smooth like white owl Blunts, so whatcha want if you got beef then come get it if ya don't well then forget it My rap style's exquisite, I'm Raw Daddy Like niggaz with no Trojans on the stage when I rhyme I gots ta keep, my composure Where I'm from it's like a whole different world Hoppin a train honeydip and I'ma snatch your squirrel Most corrupt, motherfucker in the tenth grade Juvenile cause Jeff McKay could not fade Don't ask me honey I'm not the one for stressin If you wanna know better ask BR.O.Th.E.R ? Cause he know the time like I know the time When I grab the microphone It's like, summertime, laid back, to recline In my La-Z-Boy chair Dice Raw, the Wild Noid I'm the fuck up outta here |
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from Gang Starr - Step In The Arena (1991)
[Guru] Parahraphs, portraying my viewpoint So stay attentive, cause this is a new joint From the G-A-N-G with the info Lyrical elements emerge from the intro Forming a poetic mass over pathetic trash Other writers are outclassed Surpassed by the words and the wit Rhymes fit and hit cause that's how we designed it Page for page, we are the new age Dope in the videos and dope when we're on stage Commanding respect with my ink pen while suckers are sinking as I'm keeping them thinking Narrating phrases of value, and I can see now you relate to what I create From back in the days of my youth, I've looked for the truth And yo my rhymes are the real proof New heights and new realms have been reached by use of my speech along with one of Premier's beats So listen and we'll show you the best way and then sway, as I read my S-A (DJ Premier cuts and scratches again) [Guru] Worshipful words giving insight, so just be observant so you can get this right My oratory gift is abundant, so dazzling to minds that you should come get a glimpse of the one who puts wimps out of work The script is a mess and they dress like they're jerks Beyond them, is where I'll be dwellin The Guru will tell em, why their records ain't sellin Placin my fingers on the tool, I runaway all fools when I'm dispersin a verse Think of an enjoyable moment, then boogie your body Cause this party I own it The origin of this is on paper Vibes will ascend from my mind to each line I go with the flow as I show expertise The powers increase as my voice hits the streets Then gripping your soul with authority I pour these rhymes in a cup so drink up And then I might bring another round Watch the sound pound from the floor to the ground And keep aware, cause we'll show you the best way And then sway, as I read my S-A |
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from Gang Starr - Step In The Arena (1991)
Expanding the depth of your brainpower Ours is a better gift, not to be bragging nor lolligagging I can see dimensions of sound and light around my mic Transmitting lyrics like teletype Reacting to a beat in a whisper And like a transistor, I'm sounding dope when I'm crisper The shortest length between two points is a straight line I've gotta take mine, I heard it through the grapevine that some can't find hype lines (hype lines...) And so I'm smothering, over my prey I am hovering Suckers I'm shoving at the same time covering you with the blanket of some language that's distinguished How swift can I get? You ask and I'll tell For I can excel real well like a gazelle Past your head, I'm grabbin abstract thought Like some gain glory, while others get no part I feel for the hurt ones, the victims of wrong deeds Awareness is key, our people have strong needs Science, math, history theology Philosophy psychology english and biology Et cetera, and all of these have a purpose But genocide makes me nervous So many questions, many opinions to mention And damn (damn...) this jam's beyond comprehension Like planets in orbit, we ride the life cycle Some take a rifle on the street cause it seems neat Whatever turns you on I guess, that's why vests are in season I'll do my show then I'm leavin I'd rather be blastin dope sounds on the other side of town than be there when they close the place down But anyway, everyday, there's another way for a person to just flip, so a brother may simply go buckwild, get crazy and mad I know the struggle my father had Poetry it comes from within, and will always win Hold captive bodies from end to end And at a party, I'll survey then slay with the quickness Displaying the fitness Easing the mind and relieving the tension And singing my own song... that's beyond comprehension |
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from Gang Starr - Step In The Arena (1991)
[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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from Gang Starr - Step In The Arena (1991)
[Guru] Tell me, do you have a clue of what to do Can you groove to this smooth tune, you must presume it's important, for you to follow this creation And hey Son, life is more than having fun So run and get some help with the problems that you face Take a taste of the bass put your perspective in place Get real, deep, so you can keep involved Revolve and solve, so you can make the calls like a supervisor he who is wiser than the others Cause they need someone to advise them to discover things that they don't know so the papers I will check Then they'll start to grow to this form of intellect (DJ Premier cuts "individual with intellect" --) unknown) [Guru] When the road is too steep, do you have the stamina First album took us two weeks, since then we have been plannin an exclusive attraction, produce it to your satisfaction Those of you lackin, we will put you back in your slime so you can think and get a grip of yourself by yourself, and then you'll get a sip of a gift that's equipped with the script that shocks You can take a walk ?on God? With your mouth wide open, hoping you can find a way to display similar actions in a kind of mockery Cause you don't realize the cost to be creative genius please, I'm too clean to play Glance per chance, watch GangStarr perfect And dance your pants like champs, to this form of intellect (DJ Premier cuts "Man with intellect" --) Lord Finesse) Valuable solutions, we invent here Break and remake the cupcakes to show we've been sent here to serve you, so swallow this and bite it And why bring, ignorance when we're inviting you to get advancement, while you're on the dance tip And don't you know the transcript will make you shake hips Or chill at will, and with skill, you'll learn some etiquette Better get the subject or be last at the predicate And get a set, of headphones and speakers As lyrical lessons manifest, I will keep you abrest of the best, in this rap mess Oversaturated market, full of wackness I'm Gifted Unlimited, Rhymes Universal The GURU, nursing you with a verse spilled Don't choke, and don't turn blue in a frenzy Premier's severe, on the steel wheels he lends me spontaneous cuts, but not mainly just that It's the scratching format, exact with maddening accuracy Craftily, on the side or in back of me Nastily, as if his name was Dick Dastardly Original so get it yo the Gang gets respect The chain and the star is a symbol, of this form of intellect (DJ Premier cuts "intelligent but not yet equivalent" to the end) |
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from Gang Starr - Step In The Arena (1991)
Many MC's are mislead Mislead by the lies that they pump in their heads The money and the fame that they're hoping to find Will never come close to the scope of my rhyme Now some have been succesful but really And yo, these MC's are clearly not nearly Up to this level or should I say caliber Because I'm hype that the company's selling me Because they'll take a dud, talk some crud and then push him But in the next year, someone new will just squoosh him Because when you sell out to appeal to the masses You have to go back and enroll in some classes So cash in your check 'cause it's the last one you get The tables have turn and now you ain't in effect So jet to the rear and you better just follow 'Cause what's here today maybe gone tomorrow Here and gone in a flash, some made cash While other suckers go broke real fast Some never make any money but still they act funny LIke they're thinking they're running Things, wearing rings and medallions Then listen to their rhymes when we rather take valiums 'Cause swiftness and skills they are lacking So I send them packing, they should have know not to tax in And smashing all of the vocals to smithereens Watching them collecting themselves 'cause they ?(bitter seen)? But some find happiness while others find sorrow And what's here today, maybe gone tomorrow |
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from Gang Starr - Step In The Arena (1991)
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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from Gang Starr - Step In The Arena (1991)
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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from Gang Starr - Step In The Arena (1991)
The DJ's name is Premier, and I'm the Guru
Will you please! Will you please, take your seats and clear the aisles?! |
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from Gang Starr - Step In The Arena (1991)
My subject matter and context are blessed Vocal inflection connects, it's a slugfest Ladies approach to hear quotes from the spokesman Thoughts are like oceans for my lyrics to float in I'm absolutely astute so salute You try to be cute, and you get tossed like a crap shoot Don't misinterpret or slander Just get with the words and the way I command ya Cause you're in the right place, and luckily it's the right time And since I'm inclined, I'll kick precisely the right rhymes (Premier cuts and scratches "to kick the right rhyme") [Guru] Listen listen listen I'll tell ya My rhymes are like shelter, or rather like an umbrella Protecting you from the weak stuff you heard from those creampuffs about the schemes that they dreamed of About the way they slayed this one or that one but won't step to me, cause they know the last one who tried to match the panache of the Guru received a curse that was much worse than voodoo Cause the effect of my voice is immense It would make more sense if suckers hide in the basement But yo I don't look for hassles, my rhymes are like castles I got much flavor and class too I know you've notice I'm a writer of hype lines Because I'm inclined, to kick precisely the right rhymes (Premier cuts and scratches "to kick the right rhyme") [Guru] Precisely the right rhymes, simplistic but packed with power and punch, and yo you might want to step back But stay close as your host serves hors d'oeveurs Satisfying your cravings, and calming your nerves See I have an interest, in giving you more than the next man Cause my style is pure and if you are sane and remain in your right mind You'll see I'm inclined, to kick precisely the right rhymes (Premier cuts and scratches "to kick the right rhyme") |
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from Gang Starr - Step In The Arena (1991)
Presenting you with alternative music
'Cause, yo, the struggle is tough, and we must learn to live through it Pleasure and pain, pain and pleasure We gotta maintain a balance to obtain the treasure Not really preaching or teaching but just reaching Out to a brother or sister who is keeping The faith and trying hard to get straight The time is crucial so I think we must congregate Let's have a meeting of the minds Before we all fall and get left far behind Finding a way is important Map out a plan, take a stand, you can work it The future's all in your hands and So of yourself, yea, you should be demanding We're all responsible for whatever outcome That's why I speak over beats for my income Knowledge is key and if you ask what it is, G It's just a form of my style of street ministry Street ministry... |
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from Gang Starr - Step In The Arena (1991)
[Guru] Well goodness gracious, let me just take this time out to pull a rhyme out, and update this For you and yours, simply because Some MC's have luck but suck So I pluck em like feathers on the back of a chicken Cause I'm mad like a pit when my man says, "sick 'em" Positive is the mindstate, but it could still mean that I will kick a ill, malicious like mean rap Suckers they forced me, to knock em all out and They think they know things, like what I'm about and They try to analyze criticize scandalize The outcome is death, don't ask me to sympathize Realize, that I'm not to be played with I'll flip so fast, you won't know I'm the same kid I'm tired and fed, with all the weak stuff said All the phony-baloney, that went out like Pro-Keds You've got no leads, so you shoot blanks It's me the crowd thanks as I step to the top ranks Bankin my money, and investin it wisely Snatchin up chumps when they try to sneak by me I'm the dominant one, call me the prominant one And as I'm speakin I'll be bombin the dumb deaf and blind cause I was born with a sharp mind Eatin MC's with ease like it's lunchtime or crunchtime, when they get done without warning I'll bust that butt from nighttime til morning Your song's boring, and so I'm scoring much points cause when it's time to throw joints I cause havoc, the mic I grab is like savage I invade the stage, and make you get off The force is like a three-eight, blowin your head off And that's just in case you might be wearin a vest Cause you're simply a pest in this mess I suggest you "Take a rest" "If this meaning doesn't manifest, put it to rest" --) KRS-One (DJ Premier cuts 2X) [Guru] Don't ever sleep son, peep one or two of these lines here Arranged by a great brain, delivering rhymes clear and concise with a nice dope voice and killin the fakes like a taste of some poison Punks are thinkin they're alla that, their voices are all flat They're findin their names, in a Wack Rapper's Almanac Me follow that hollow crap, no way Jose I'll seek out a better sound, to somethin Premier plays Days will go by, and soon you'll know why MC's like me will rise like the Enterprise Starship, headin straight for the target Destination, a place where no perpetration is permitted, the Guru is with it to explain How some MC's are scared to ride on a Four train Or any other train in the city, for that matter Playin a role that they stole like a batter But I know they ain't so I'll paint the real picture My vocals go solo and like a bolo I'll hitcha square in your face I'll crack your ribs and your chest Cause you thought your off-brand jam was the best You fessed cause you guessed people would be impressed I'm gonna bust that bubble on the double "take a rest" (DJ Premier cuts "take a rest" for the chorus) [Guru] Sit back and reflect, ponder and chill out Rhymes like daggers make blood spill out But you can't blame me, for bringin disaster With all these ducks, claimin that they're the masters Only thing they mastered, is how to get wacker As I roll uphill, they roll downhill faster Now they're wondering how they lost their touch Wanna buy my rhymes but mine cost too much I'm the innovative one, call me the creative one and I won't stop til the job is done All the slobs just run when I come to get some Cause they know better, than to challenge this go-getter They get bust you can trust cause I won't let a booty-ass rapper get wins against me? I guarantee that I won't act friendly Cause crabs have a nerve and deserve to get whipped on Their girls get kissed on, while they get flipped on I slaughter and slay, or slap em up quick Cause the lyrics they kick make me seriously sick No substance, no value, but nevertheless They're gettin daytime play but I still say they should "take a rest" (DJ Premier cuts "take a rest" for four bars, then song fades) |
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from Gang Starr - Step In The Arena (1991)
"Who's this? Juanita? Fatima? Solika? Oh, it's Freda? Look, I have a question, just what is it that you need A man, a lover, maybe someone to talk to? Or could it be you're schemin'? Oh, not you! Well listen, I got this phone installed for business And who gave you our number? Seriously, what is this? The new fad? Now you wanna kick it to a rapper, DJ or dancer? Well I don't have the Time for no stunts, no hookers and no games Our name and our fame is for the long way we came The struggle, the hassle, the hustle, the fight And you're asking me if you can see me tonight? Don't you know the Guru's not the type to be out skeezin' The reason is because I do believe in Havin' the right to choose the one I want And, if I had a girl, why would I front? You're only gonna get your feelings hurt, miss And truthfully I really don't wanna have to diss My music means everything to me, it's my life So make like a camper, and go take a hike You can't mess with my mind, and don't tie up my line You called yesterday, so what you want this time?" Verse 2 "A-yo Premier (Yeah?) Who's that knockin' at the door? (Yo man, it's Vicky) Vicky? Are you sure? The one from down the block who was actin' all hot She stops me all the time and says she likes me a lot? How does she know where we live, I didn't tell her And word is bond, duke, I'm not the fella No matter what I say this young lady's persistent For instance, she watches me from a distance And if I walk by and I forget to say hi She pushes up on me and rubs me with her thigh I told her I was taken, but she doesn't care A-yo, do me a favour, tell her I'm not here Forget it, I think she heard my voice already You can let her in, but I'm tryna cook spaghetti Oh, hello, how you doin'? Who me? I'm fine I don't mean to be rude, but...what you want this time?" |
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from Gang Starr - Step In The Arena (1991)
Intro "Knowledge is power, and knowledge can be the difference between life or death... you should know the truth and the truth shall set you free." Verse 1 I was raised like a Muslim Prayin' to the East Nature of my life relates rhymes I release like a cannon Cuz I been plannin' to be rammin' what I wrote straight on a plate down your throat So digest as I suggest we take a good look At who's who while I'm readin' from my good book And let's dig into every nook and every cranny Set your mind free as I slam these thoughts And just like a jammy goes pow [FX: Gunshots] You're gonna see what I'm sayin' now You can't be sleepin' cuz things are gettin' crazy You better stop being lazy There's many people frontin' And many brothers droppin' All because of dumb things, let me tell you somethin' I've been through so much that I'm such a maniac, but I still act out of faith that we can get the shit together so I break on fools with no rhymes skills messin' up the flow And people with no sense who be movin' much too slow And so, you will know the meaning of the Gang Starr Guru with the mic and Premier raise the anchor swiftly, as we embark on a journey I had to get an attorney I needed someone to defend my position Decisions I made, cuz now it's time to get paid And ladies, these rhymes are like the keys to a dope car Maybe a Lexus or a Jaguar Still, all of that is just material So won't you dig the scenario And just imagine if each one is teachin' one We'll come together so that we become A strong force, then we can stay on course Find your direction through introspection And for my people out there I got a question Can we be the sole controllers of our fate? Now who's gonna take the weight? Verse 2 The weight of the world is heavy on my mind So as my feelings unwind I find That some try to be down just cuz it's trendy Others fall victim to envy But I'll take the road less travelled So I can see all my hopes and my dreams unravel Relievin' your stress, expressin' my interest In the situation that you're facin' That's why I'm down with the Nation Spirituality supports reality We gotta fight with the right mentality So we can gain what is rightfully ours This is the meaning of the chain and the star Land is power, so gimme forty acres Let's see how far I can take ya Original invincible That's how I'm lookin' at it I use my rhymes like a Glock automatic Any means necessary, I'm goin' all out Before the rains bring the nuclear fallout So let me ask you, is it too late? Ayo, who's gonna take the weight? |
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from Gang Starr - Daily Operation (1992)
I'm 2 deep and yes much too complicated my lines when stated are quite often underrated so consider it a privilege to hear this those weak-minded opinions could never come near this for my outlook on life is a profound view whil the suckers act down thinking that they sound new only a few sound true me and the crew know who cuz you see me and the fellas have been waiting for a while now giving you the time to get your wack-ass style down you punks pop junk as if life is a fantasy knowing that hard is something you can't be so you front but you could never call my bluff cuz you'll catch hell you'll get dealt with Chorus I never sleep I always peep rhymes creep I'm 2 Deep I'm 2 Deep.... Verse Two I forgive you sike I'm takin' your life cuz you continue to disrespect so I'ma get trife but then again I think I'll spare ya cuz I know tht all it takes one rhyme just to scare ya see I'm the holder of the key don't ask me if I'm Muslim don't say nothin' to me I said I was raised like one son I had two cousins they pushed me to find myself or else they knew I wasn't gonna make it and then end up a statistic my life was twisted I almost missed it the chance yes the chance to make you feel good I used to steal goods and fake my parents out real good but now I got K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E of self cuz I'm me and the nation of Islam has my support cuz they try to reeducate the ones who are lost and the 5 percent nation takes other steps to get through to brothers on the corners with the reps and in the prison they give the brothers new visions of how we can gain wealth gain self esteem and dream of a total different scene I dress clean, stand lean say what I mean and I'm out like a scout on a new route exhibitting clout Chorus Verse Three for right now yo my religion is rhyming perfect timing test the flow and climb in Ansaar, Sunnite, Sheite, Jihad all must regard the times are hard unite or perish is the message I cherish that goes for my people of all religions if we're all black why have so many divisions superficial factors are drawing us apart don't let it happen let's put some respect back in so before I act I think cuz it's the brink of destruction word corruption what's up son your gun is just one and I just might have one or two or maybe even three or four and plus an army of 100 or more but violence is never my first choice I come in peace to release the effect of my voice Chorus |
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from Gang Starr - Daily Operation (1992)
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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from Gang Starr - Daily Operation (1992)
You can't tell me life was meant to be like this a black man in a world dominated by whiteness Ever since the declaration of independence we've been easily brainwashed by just one sentence It goes: all men are created equal that's why corrupt governments kill innocent people With chemical warfare they created crack and AIDS got the public thinking these were things that black folks made And every time there's violence shown in the media usually it's a black thing so where are they leading ya To a world full of ignorance, hatred, and prejudice TV and the news for years they have fed you this foolish notion that blacks are all criminals violent, low lifes, and then even animals I'm telling the truth so some suckers are fearing me but I must do my part to combat the conspiracy The S.A.T. is not geared for the lower class so why waste time even trying to pass The educational system presumes you to fail the next place is the corner then after that jail You've got to understand that this has all been conspired to put a strain on our brains so that the strong grow tired It even exists when you go to your church cuz up on the wall a white Jesus lurks They use your subconscious to control your will they've done it for a while and developed the skill to make you want to kill your own brother man black against black you see it's part of their plan They want to send us to war and they want to ban rap what they really want to do is get rid of us blacks Genocide is for real and I hope that you're hearing me you must be aware to combat the conspiracy Even in this rap game all that glitters ain't gold now that rap is big business the snakes got bold They give you wack contracts and try to make you go pop cuz they have no regard for real hip-hop They'll compare you to others and say: "but yo, he sells" and you know in your heart that he's weak as hell So you say: "I ain't doing that corny stuff" but they tell ya that your chart positions will go up Sometimes they front big time and make you many promises and when they break 'em then your mama says "Son you're making records but that guy seems shady" it could be too late and your career could be played gee I hope you listen to the things that I'm sharing see we all have a job to combat the conspiracy |
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from Gang Starr - Daily Operation (1992)
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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from Gang Starr - Daily Operation (1992)
Brave is the knave who steps up to be slayed by the one who forgave him for his first mistakes He'd best behave, or I'ma send him a wave of some shocking volts, he doesn't know what he's talkin about He's kickin a bunch of crap so I'll be the judge of that The boy lacks artistry but still he tries hard to be an entertainer, but instead he's a waste of my time and your time so I'll kick the pure rhymes Whenever you're looking for rap that's exceptional and credible, straight to the G's you better go Cause GangStarr's known to be prone to be masters of streetwise poetry and turntable wizardry but still be a cold day in Hell when you hear that Guru or Premier ever tell suckers get sales but they fail in the long run that kid who went gold yo That was the wrong one but tonight the spotlight is all on me I'm the Guru, of the G-A-N-G Taking out scrubs cause they rub me the wrong way and I'll say, that they've still got a long way to go to show they can flow like a real pro So gimme that loot catch the boot from my steel toe I'm changing the scenery as I make em uncomfortable cause most MC's ain't really got no pull Watch me stifle em quick with the gift and the wit Make em quit all that riff as I flip the script Chorus Fool listen, I know that you've been missing all this and so my rhymes are gonna gleem and glisten like a gem, and if you are the fake MC type I'll shine so bright I'll be blinding your eyesight Your capabilities fall short so I'ma treat you like a dwarf on a basketball court still you try to rap And even claim you got new styles but rolling your tongue's been playe dout for a while And you don't sound fly so why are you doing that? You had a dope track but you're wack so you ruined that I couldn't make out what you were saying your diction is jumbled where as me I'm conveying clear thoughts to a crowd that's most critical Booty duck rappers like you are just pitiful I bet you couldn't name more than one pioneer Cause you didn't pay dues and you got on on outta nowhere But that's OK cause I'm peeping your card If rap was my house you'd be sweeping the yard As I recline I'll find more chores to give ya like moppin the floors or maybe fetchin my slippers So don't even trip or run off with the lip Cause as soon as you slip you know I'll flip the script Chorus So as I kick a bit flip with script without a skip butter roll MC's get dissed like this You'll never got none son because I'll become troublesome You rap like a simpleton And I hate scum yo I can easily deflect your threats cause they're idle my recital will break you down Just a fight til the end cause I can take ten at a time Give em all a fair shot to see if any can rhyme And even if one is decent, I'll still get props I'll kick the slick lines til the last one drops As my powerful skills are unveiled I'm tippin the scales and weighing much more than your tall tales Stop the exaggeration perpetration observe and make simple notation Nobody no where no way no how is taking me out cause I can throw so you know now Can you feel it, I bust raps so lay off before I steal that so called title that you gave yourself But you really ain't jack so yo you played yourself And now you look from a distance as you sweat my tip You know I'll whip you swift when I flip the script |
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from Gang Starr - Daily Operation (1992)
Now I got you looking stiff you numbskull, you're at a stand still Still faking that you're hard with your rhymes and got no hand skills so I'll easily drop you and stop you from rhyming Send you home to moms all bruised up and crying Then if you want you can go call your people You're gonna need a mob against me cause I'm lethal Not that I'm a violent brother to the contrary My vocals carry, and then I bury MC's in holes that they dug for themselves Couldn't be themselves so they sold themselves to a company exec who doesn't have respect for real rap music so he wants to get an MC that starts out street to crossover but not me, cause I'm the hardcore composer You ain't a writer nor a fighter you're just a biter I think you need to save all that because in spite of the reputation that you think you have the crew already knows that you're really a crab So I'll grab the mic with haste and send you out of this place and back to trace my flow but don't waste your time bro It only takes a minute a second for me to switch and rearrange real quick cause I can kick plenty styles Rhymes stretch many miles I'm the authentic yes the lyric unloader The truth exposer, the hardcore composer All you delirious curious suckers you better act like you've been known I mack and hold my own with a mike just to stagger a bragger, retire a lair and very easily I'm pass by ya cause you didn't want to give the credit where it was due, yeah it was you, uh huh it was you and your crummy corny ass crew So we shall enforce that you lost and plus you oughta find another type of life and yes another source of income And here's some advice you can't rap this nice I broke ya over and over I told ya I would mold ya why? Because I'm bound to give original sound and as your ears pound bringing pleasure and pain as brains start to gain from musical measures Forming mystical questions never typical inventions Developed by my Gifted Unlimited mind Suckers wanna rhyme cause they're eager to find the secret behind the way that I stomp all comp Just like a Timberland it's the Guru and Premier It's them again droppin the fly tracks and taking things over and never selling out cause I'm the hardcore composer |
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from Gang Starr - Daily Operation (1992)
I say people people come on and check it out now
You see the mic in my hand now watch me wreck it now what is a party if the crew ain't there? [what's your name?] call me Guru that's my man Premier now many attempts have been made to hold us back? slander the name and with-hold facts but I'm the type of brother with much more game I got a sure aim and if i find you're to blame you can bet you'll be exterminated, taken out, done it doesn't matter how many they'll go as easy as just one bust one round in the air for this here cuz this year suckers are going no where cuz my strret style and intelligence level makes me much more than just an angry rebel I'm Gifted Unlimited Rhymes Universal mc's that ain't equipped get flipped in my circle I'm aiming on raining on the bitch ass chumps cuz their rhymes don't flow and their beats don't pump and niggaz better know i paid my dues and shit I'm bout to blow the fuck up because I refuse to quit I'm out to get the props that are rightfullly mine yeah me and the crew think its about that time but on the DL you know that Gangstarr will conquer that's why you stare and point and others cling on to my nautica, asking for a hookup well sorry but my schedule is all booked up nobody put me on I made it up the hard way look out for my people but the suckers should parlay cuz it's business kid, this ain't no free for all you have to wait your turn, you must await your call so now, now it is my duty to eliminate and subtract all of the booty crews and suckers should vacate before I get irate and I'll kick your can from here to Japan with force you can't withstand cuz I'm the muthafuckin' man yo right now I got my man Lil' Dap from the Group home yo step up to the mic and tell them why you're the man so much anger built inside so don't stop to say hi, muthafucka just die my shit holds a mouthful so i guess you know what's up why punks get killed at the end of the month styles and styles I flip Lil' Dap remains sick yes the Group Home is thick so all you punks hear this everytime you riff the more fame that we get muthafuckas act hard thinking that they are God niggaz just don't understand let me be my own man did everything on my own and everyplace wasn't home everywhere that I'd rest I had to dress with a vest I guess you get the routine but with a lot of stress frustration on my mind brothers doin' mad time rhymes are organized like crime as we're rippin' the lines brothers just don't know how shit got to go cuz I was told to never give my back to the street as I walk through the ghetto dead souls I greet see my man give him pound then I walk with a frown another minute another brother's gunned down shit is getting too close that's why the Group Home is thick so everytime you riff the more fame that we get my father always said don't watch the one across the street watch the one right next b'cuz he's easy to flex took heed to what he said yeah that deep ass nigga while brothers hang around tryin' to get down niggaz just don't understand I'm the mutha fuckin' man and also on the set from Dirty Rotten Scoundrels we got my man Jeru the Damaja yo tell them why you're the man I'll tap your jaw you probably heard it before step to the bedlamite I'll prove my word is law drugstore with more dope rhyme vendor not partial to beef the chief ambassador niggaz get mad cuz they can't score like a wild west flick they wish to shoot up my door but I incite a riot don't even try it bust up chumps so crab kids keep quiet like I said before I tap jaws snatch whores kill suckers in wars vic a style you said was yours money grip wanna flip but you're fish house the mic like your hooker and did tricks on the bitch Dirty Rotten Scoundrel and my name is Jeru utilizing my tools in '92 MC's step up in mobs to defeat us when we rock knots and got props like Norm Peterson lot's of friends, lot's of fun, lots of beers got the skills, kreeno so I always get cheers troop on like a trooper no tears for fears I'm a get mines cuz the crew'll get theirs cut you up like Edward Scissorhands you know the program I'm the mutha fuckin' man... |
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from Gang Starr - Daily Operation (1992)
Verse One: Other MCs in the place know I'm much too much and I'll bust 'em all up without even cussing all wannabe's are never ever gonna be nothin' Gang Starr's in the house and we're crushing so suckers better be up on their p's and q's and competition come against me and you're losing I'll use a simple style just to catch you snoozing wake up wake up kid read the news and take heed cuz you need to see how battles are won when a real man displays how it must be done and I snuff bum MCs and keep the cashflow comin' and never had no problems getting women I'm like a catalyst causin' a chain reaction dopest vocalist ad now the main attractionn things turn gold at my slightest touch that's why the people say that I'm much too much Chorus: I'm much too much I'm much too much I'm much too much I'm much too much Verse Two: check the G-U-R-U yes the brother who's progressing If beats are cake I'm frosting, if salad I'm dressing never stressing or guessing or messing around man just turn up the system so the beat can be pounding blasting out your radio my vocals surrounding take a trip uptown and come back down and and kick it with the fellas I call my crew so I'm gettin' kinda fat like a big huge sumo I figure that I'm due and it's true cuz you know a rapper this nice oughtta clock mad dough not the stuff from the baker but the loot yo the paper I set up shop and drop gems and catch 'em later cuz I'm like keeping it moving, improving steadily pumping kinda loud in your Blazer or Cherokee doesn't matter what you drive, automatic or clutch just pop in my tape cuz I'm much too much Chorus Verse Three: I walk in the room unload a boom that's like sonic my slick voice to the beat is symphonic to a biting MC my lines are toxic and chronic my mystical style is like harmonic I've rarely had a difficulty slaying MCs cuz the ones who were toughest still begged on their knees and I wreck the set with the greatest of ease and you know I'm swift like the breeze I'll never understand why a wack rapper tries and convinces himself that his image is so fly and that's the type of crap you know I'm not buying chumps lack the beats and their rhymes don't apply and that's why I've come into your life today just to make you sweat in my unique way I'm controlling all action dissing MC ducks that's why everybody knows that I'm much too much Chorus Outro: (Mack A Mil)(Mack A Mil)(Mack A Mil) (Mack A Mil)(Mack A Mil)(Mack A Mil) (Mack A Mil)(Mack A Mil)(Mack A Mil) |
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from Gang Starr - Daily Operation (1992)
As I deliver rhymes with ease and walk around with my head up I'm dead up serious so don't be getting too curious Motherfuckers always wanna know what makes me tick I'll pull a phrase out quick cuz I'm dipped and I'm slick You thought that I would slip cuz you seen me drinking forty's it shocked you then you told your friends you saw me Well say what you want cuz all of mine is in tact in fact I'll have you open like a hookers gap I like to catch a buzz cuz I get into the beats more MC's are washed up like dead fish on the seashore Save the talk cuz you know I walk that walk hitting city to city but I make my home in New York I know the time with this rap shit cuz they got it all backwards they need to take a hint or catch my microphone imprint Straight to the dome through the skull to the tissue Call me Guru I'll diss you if you're pressing the issue Not my style to be sweatin' all the stupid ass rumors I take it as a compliment and fuck you too If you're scheming on the chance to put a stain on my name Don't even think about it cuz ain't no shame in my game No shame in my game Stick to the subject I ain't afraid to be real a lot of MC's fake hard just to gain appeal I like some gangster rap, don't like the prankster crap so I get passed all that by kicking straight up facts There ain't no reason to shoot unless you got beef if you pull out and you don't use it than you may catch grief Toolies and techs ain't toys but kids got 'em today and if they're ready to spray best get the fuck out the way I try keeping my sanity by thinking of better times if I write clever rhymes then maybe I'll climb But what the hell's success if the mess ain't changing 50's still corrupt stupid gangs still bangin' Stick up kids still stickin' nasty hookers still trickin' all the pimps still pimpin' and all the crackheads trippin' While the dealers still sellin' so I'll refrain from the yellin' And the preachin' cuz who the fuck would I reach man Niggaz don't wanna stop that, they wanna live fat who'd wanna clean up their act when the papes come in stacks They live for the minute and they're all wrapped up in it it's an unfortunate state for many it's too late Now death stalks the streets and it's right at your gate so bug, lose your mind but I ain't goin' insane I'll kick the fly lyrics cuz ain't no shame in my game No shame in my game Life's a bitch so who are we to judge each other I know I got faults I ain't the only motherfucker Stuff I heard about you wasn't too cool you know like how you smoke wools and that your girl's a ho But I don't listen to shit unless the story's legit Knuckleheads need to quit cuz they be riding the dilsnick But I'll be taking care of business regardless and when it comes to rhyming you know I'm hitting hardest So you can kick dirt but in the end you'll feel pain you little sucker, there ain't no shame in my game |
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from Gang Starr - Daily Operation (1992)
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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from Gang Starr - Daily Operation (1992)
Verse One: Get with this get with this get with this cuz you got no choice Rappers sometimes you'll find make dough but yo you know they've got no voice get him off the podium he ain't no speaker yes he's just a phony and look at his sneakers played out of style out of rhymes he's out his mind lost his way lost his pay I'm takin' his props so call the cops you can call 'em but I know 'em Sweet MCs I think I'll ho 'em cuz they front so very hard and big or small I'll break 'em all Ain't gotta say that I'm the best my skills will show I passed the test when it comes to beats and rhymes we come correctly everytime and stay tuned Chorus: stay tuned... Verse Two: with information like the CNN I can take you there and then the rest is up to you to choose the bottom line is win or lose suckers suckers suckers don't be listening so I can't be waitin' on 'em I ain't got no time to play, do you? look at the state of things and tell me true in the city any city life's a paradox of good and evil Many fall into the vicious cycle living by the gun or by the rifle think they got a reason that ain't really sure the death toll rises more it's trife the way some live life I love rap, I like the city but for a fool I have no pity there'stoo much suffering too much struggle too much injustice and don't it bug you enough for you to press on harder against the odds the wayn our forefathers made away but foolishly we go astray think about it and stay tuned Chorus Verse Three: What you really oughta do is lay back smooth as my vocals compliment the slow fat groove just for you to blast around the way play it nice and loud and hear me say Gang Starr is hitting '92 and on showing how to make a dope rap song doing this while some disperse then dissolve like specs of dirt our music pertains to those who remain down with the real not wealth or the fame peace out, we'll be back, stay tuned... Outro: Please stay tuned |
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from Gang Starr - Daily Operation (1992)
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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from Gang Starr - Daily Operation (1992)
Intro/Chorus: Take two and pass (3X) so the blunt will last Take two and pass so we can all get blunted Don't smoke ciggarettes so my growth ain't stunted We got at least five head so I rolled a white owl It's the break of dawn and we're awake like night owls Phillies are cool but they burn much quicker... ... hey yo come on pass that shit nigga We lounge to the sounds as we leave from Uptown It's time to go downtown and make some more rounds This city never sleeps that what Sinatra sang For that fat fat blunt you know I got this thing so hand it over cause I wanna get charred I'm in love with mary jane she keeps me large So don't hog it let's get it moving real fast Everybody just chill and take like two pulls and pass Chorus The club is crowded everyone's up in here Heyo Premier what's that you got there? It looks like a nice plump blunt in your hand I just know you're gonna share it with me cause I'm your man So bust it, I got one too and if you spark up yours I'll light up mine when it's through Oh shit, there goes my man the fat mack We used to get blazed I know he's got a fat sack Let's go upstairs grab a chair and unwind so the la la can enhance our minds The system booming let the bass increase I find me a seat so I can peep the chic ladies and maybe get my homeboys some ass All you gotta do is take two pulls and pass Chorus Even in the morning like the flavor of juice A blunt adds spice and a blunt can spruce up your day but I'm not advertising just telling of aspect a part of our lives And around the way there ain't no shame in our game cause the fame is no thing we get together and hang And since you know I got dash and class then I'm after you so take two pulls and pass |
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from Gang Starr - Daily Operation (1992)
Chorus: Gotta be the illest brother to claim respect It takes the illest brother just to get respect Got to be the illest brother when it's time to get wreck Got to be the illest brother when I get my mic check I'm one of the illest brothers known to man but if you don't understand, see I'm a grown man And I stand 5'8" and 3 quarters giving orders to my sqaudron cuz I'm like the sergeant or general but let me keep this minimal I used to hang with kids who like to live trife with a knife Cutting kids for fun and pulling out much guns and like riflery champs fellas start to get real amped Dead bodies lay stamped to the pavement so I gave it some thought remembering the brothers who are gone now I will make a strong vow to make things right ignite the mic, get hype and all that Suckers try to menace but they always fall flat to the ground as I astound come around I'll put you down about the brothers who think they're the boss think they're getting large but in the end they pay the cost Of their lives and that ain't the way to go out even take their boys with 'em cause they know their boys will go out But when it comes to facing some time they're like crying like weeping, wanna call mom Dukes But mom Dukes is fed, fed up with the shit you did she knows that you shot and she knows that you cripples kids But who's to judge when you're trying to survive the one who moves first might be the one to stay alive So when you think you're hard and dominating the set just remember the illest brother claims respect! Like I said I'm an ill kid, so never dare test me they wanna arrest me cuz i'm causing a frenzy Fake gangsters come and fake gangsters go real gangsters chill cuz real gangsters know That quietly you stalk your prey on the down low cuz too much talk will get you beef on the street And brothers in the city have to live this way it may cause dismay but Imma' tell it anyway Yo guns are easy to get and like a puppet some young kid is gonna be the subject of internal oppression An example of hard times cuz to make it out the trap in your mind it's a hard climb But even if you change and come right and exact there's another brother scheming so just watch your back I know a brother who thought he had it all but little did he know he was bound for a down fall He'd pick up the heater and go stick somebody he wouldn't give a damn if he killed somebody Cuz if somebody would get in the way of him getting loot there'd be no hesitation he'd just shoot It's like The Good, The Bad and The Ugly except it's reality and you don't see it on TV Brothers keep dying in the streets cuz the streets are designed to keep you from having peace of mind I know an old man, he's got a rifle to stifle any young punk, he hides it under his bunk And I know a kid who's been to jail and he told me that the system had failed him So now he's out the joint and he's like flippin' on kids and the people in his neighborhood are flippin' their wigs But you gotta check the move cuz there's a reason a method to the madness and you know what I'm meaning Cuz rather than being the herb, vic, or chump you can be just like my man cold holding the pump But living like that you take a chance with your life but some things in life, sometimes will make you uptight I'm like an avalanche of knowledge pounding down all fools all fakes, all snakes and ones who try to break the rules and regulations Stipulations made by the GangStarr you try to flex muscle but you know you can't hang ha You're making me vexed but yeah you can go next just remember the illest brother claims respect Chorus repeat Yo money don't front you know you blew your chance and now it's my turn so Imma' take command Cuz I'm like the one who's got all the juice I always get loose I got the balls to reduce your crew Very easily I got more ammo I'm like the ill kid the psycho man yo Cuz now I'm past the point and I ain't gonna return and when it comes to your destruction I ain't really concerned About the consequences cuz I'm living day to day So who are you to comment about me and my ways. I get my attitude from living and I never forget You got to be the illest brother just to claim respect! |
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from Gang Starr - Daily Operation (1992)
New York, New york is where we live and we're thorough Never taking shorts cuz Brooklyn's the borough Peace to Uptown, to queens and the Bronx Long Island and Jersey get as fly as they want Where we rest is no joke So let me break it down to sections for you slowpokes Fort Green, bedstuy, Flatbush, Brownsville Crown Heights and East New York will be down till Medina takes respect for the style's we bring Cuz in Brooklyn, we be into our own thing Alantic terminals, redhook bushwick Come to Brooklyn frontin, and you'll get mushed quick We ain't just know for flipping and turning out parties But also for the take no bullshit hotties On the subject of blackness, well let me share this Brooklyn is the home for cultural awareness So in all fairness, you can never compare this Some good, some bad. little hope for the weak Dangerous streets and Coney Island Beach All this included when you go for a tour Some can get scandolous and outright raw When you step, step correct and watch where you move We pay dues so we ain't trying to lose Here in Brooklyn The home of the black and the beautiful For a ruffrap sound, ain't a place more suitable Other cities claim this, and others claim that But let me give some props to the place where we be at B-R-double O- K-l-Y-N I came in for a visit and ever since then I've been incorporated with select personel Right here in Brooklyn, the place where we dwell Way down in Brooklyn (3x) Those who live in Brooklyn know just what I'm talking about Verse two: Peace to Boston, Philly, Conneticut, DC All the east coast cities are fly to me Peace to everybody down south and out west But for me, Brooklyn, New York is the best Don't be afraid to venture over the bridge Although you may run in to some wild ass kids Take the j train, the d or the a if you dare And the 2,3,4,5 also comes here There's so much to see cuz Brooklyn's historic Fools act jealous but you have to ignore it So I just lounge wit the fat clientel Out here in Brooklyn, the place where we dwell Way down in brooklyn You know the place... |
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from Gang Starr - Hard To Earn (1994)
(Phife from "Check the Rhime")
Now here's a funky introduction (Phife from "Check the Rhime") Now here's a funky introduction (Phife from "Check the Rhime") Now here's a funky introduction (Phife from "Check the Rhime") Now here's a funky introduction It's ALONGWAYTOGO, when you don't know where you're going You don't know where you're going when you're lost (lost) It's ALONGWAYTOGO, when you don't know where you're going You don't know where you're going when you're lost (lost) What you need is more direction and get yourself some protection I thought by now that you have learned your lesson I'm stressin points and slammin all joints you call the real shit Correct shit, you know the busta way you feel shit Baby, I still don't think you understand You lose the game, we get more props than Dan...Rather And it don't matter cuz when you flinch, you're weak So I'mma step just to speak about the counterfeit, unlegit type of people Those cellophane ones, the ones that you can see through It's poetic justice cuz I'm mad with a pact So precise, my insight will take flight in the night And in the daytime, cuz I don't come up with corny rhymes I'm too devoted to the concept of gettin mine So here's the deal like Shaquille O'Neal If you don't know what you're doing, how the hell can you be real? (scratching)(Q-Tip from "Check the Rhime") How far must you go to gain respect? Um... (scratching)(Q-Tip from "Check the Rhime") How far must you go to gain respect? Um... Now in '93, realistically you should be... well aware of all the evils out there It's like a jungle sometimes. You get the message? You got to rumble sometimes, it's gettin hectic Emotions run deep, as times run out Solutions...it's time to find some out So according to me, suckers are barred From obstructing my discussion cuz I rhyme too hard You take a wiff like a spliff here, like some fresh air I came to claim shit this year (this year) So take a stroll down the walkway, or hallway, or runway Fuck with us, kid, you'll pay I slay...and yo, I'm still on the expressway I kick my essay, then you know we don't play So pray down on your knees, G Cuz it's the best way, yes, the best way, cuz... It's ALONGWAYTOGO, when you don't know where you're going You don't know where you're going when you're lost (lost) It's ALONGWAYTOGO, when you don't know where you're going You don't know where you're going when you're lost (lost) (scratching)(Q-Tip from "Check the Rhime") How far must you go to gain respect? Um... (scratching)(Q-Tip from "Check the Rhime") How far must you go to gain respect? Um... There's a large amount of wack crews. For them, I got bad news Time to pay your dues, you fools I'm like express mail, with the script that hits Like the third rail, when I shock the spot, it's hot From the rays of the sun Original one the prophet sent to become A law giver, cuz you shiver when I quiz ya All about the real neccessities of life All about the game and all about the name G to the A to the N to the G Starr We know who we are, but do you know who you are? (You go down there looking for justice, that's what you find, just us) It's ALONGWAYTOGO, when you don't know where you're going You don't know where you're going when you're lost (lost) It's ALONGWAYTOGO, when you don't know where you're going You don't know where you're going when you're lost (lost) It's ALONGWAYTOGO, when you don't know where you're going You don't know where you're going when you're lost (lost) It's ALONGWAYTOGO, when you don't know where you're going You don't know where you're going when you're lost (lost) (scratching)(Q-Tip from "Check the Rhime") How far must you go to gain respect? Um... (scratching)(Q-Tip from "Check the Rhime") How far must you go to gain respect? Um... (scratching)(Q-Tip from "Check the Rhime") How far must you go to gain respect? Um... (scratching)(Q-Tip from "Check the Rhime") How far must you go to gain respect? Um... (scratching) Um... (until end) |
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from Gang Starr - Hard To Earn (1994)
Ah so now ya got me pissed off blast off lift off Time for me to twist off a vocal fist off into your domepiece Homepeace I heard your chick wants to bone me I get wild like rugby respected like Bugsy Don't even ask me cause I'm livin lovely Born to succeed foes bleed true indeed The oral combat will romp that your one of my seeds when I first busted on the scene Nigga you knew I had more than a gangsta lean I mean my lean is gangsta though so check it I'll stick an MC for his spot and sign in blood on his wack record Boo-ya-ka, to your face as I ruin ya Clown ya, dumbfound ya, while I'm screwin the fuck out cha girl as she steps into my world I'm not the tallest, but that ass I'll polish And if the hooker runs her mouth she gets cut off But then you'll sweat her, cause like my leather you're butter soft Your style stinks kid, ya garbage And if you keep talkin shit, I'ma make ya pay homage Cause the G to the U to the R-U, came too far to let you slide through, rhymes will scar you And who the fuck are you anyway? I catch more wreck in a minute than if you rhyme for ten days Throw the cash in the pot You betta dash nigga, cause I'm blowin up the spot "I'm bout to blow the fuck up" * Premier scratches * [Guru] No ex-capin the explosion, those who are dozin, I close in Set the thermostat at sub-zero, they're frozen Extreme temperatures from my mic, stuns amateurs Unable to conquer the Gang, I ain't mad at cha Peace to Jeru, the Big Shug and the Group Home Keepin it real, no playin niggaz or chrome I'm way past the kid shit, brothers already did shit You want some props? Yo dog, here's a biscuit I'm a smooth nigga and my groove's bigga, move nigga And we don't care who's wit cha, got the picture? And you don't wanna hear the burners go pop Gang Starr motherfucker, what, blowin up the spot "I'm bout to blow the fuck up" * Premier scratches * [Guru] I go from one format then switch to the next Reflex sets the pitch vocals rip through projects Crazy shouts are heard all around Cause the GangStarr sound carries more weight per pound I got some brand new Timbs, so emcees sing new hymns You betta repent, come correct, represent or get stomped, smacked and slapped, cap peeled back I got you open, and now you cling to my sac Get off, hands off, stay off, you're way off You rookie motherfuckers it's the finals not the playoffs I'll break you up into particles, to small pieces Because your brain is miniscule You little fool, come learn the tools of the trade I made the rules so go to school and get played Just when you're thinkin that your jam is hot Up steps the niggaz who be blowin up the spot |
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from Gang Starr - Hard To Earn (1994)
One two checka, get, down and dirty
and my sounds are worthy of respect So I'ma flex my text just like a, major takeover Chumps pass the mic over Growin more and more nervous when I serve this ass whoopin Comin straight out of Brooklyn, baldhead from the old school Born to rule with more class than Billy Dee To a pussy emcee, you know a wuss emcee I'm like his worst nightmare when I'm on my killin spree Pick the vic, who will it be? Your vote may hold the key It's up to you, tell us true Who'll be, herb of the day? And your fake, you break, when suckers choose, they lose I'm like lethal, to you and your people It's like an outrage, when punks step on stage with the weak show, weak flow, and still make dough So I'ma take dough from em, and then stum em Teach em how to really get biz like this Me and my Gang's gonna swarm... Brainstorm It takes at least, two to tango, so you can get strangled from any angle, as I get buck on ducks All the, sexy girlies wanna push up close to The man with the most who don't flaunt his ego Some motherfuckers ain't as gifted Not everyone can move the crowd and uplift it I'm swift with the shit like a bullet's trajectory So don't stand next to me It's like a, warm sensation when my shells hit You were wrong, you know what you did so you fell quick to the pavement, no signs of body movement See I knew it, yo I had to do it And it's, cool to duel but don't slip up fool cause I'ma leave you dead and stinkin like a sesspool And all the chicks know what's goin on Cause baby, there ain't no sunshine when I'm gone And you can beg for me to stay and parlay But sorry, I gots to go, got bills to pay See by nature I'm godly When I touch the mic, it's never too hard for me to let out, a mastermind of mad clout Huh, me and my Gang's gonna swarm... Brainstorm I'm gonna get ya You might be bigger than me, so I'ma wet ya Come into your house to douse it with the malatov cocktail, I won't fail Burn out your eyeballs, and leave a note in braille So what the fuck you gonna do? Yea I know I used to act relaxed but now I'm cuckoo Come into my darkest deepest thoughts We fought I won, and now you're caught and bein tortured Water pellets dripped upon your forehead but you can't move, because you're tied up Your time's up... |
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from Gang Starr - Hard To Earn (1994)
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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from Gang Starr - Hard To Earn (1994)
I hit the chicks with the nice round heinies
Play a hoe like a hoe, play a sucka like stymied Try me, and you'll descend into your end Never thought it could be you well think again my friend My pen illuminates, and dooms the fakes You're soon to break, you're strawberry like shortcake I'm in that ass with my Timbs all day You couldn't tarnish my rep, so you crept away Just behave and be a good son--or else I'm bringin the noise cause most emcees are puns I used to chill in roxbury now i'm comin outta brooklyn Herb niggaz are assed out, y'all get tooken Or taken, and that's word to all rude bwoy jamaican I swing bitch, yes i'm crankin Just like an alpine, a deadly rhyme, brand spankin new Pumped to put some lead in your crew A hollow point shot, cause your weak shallow point's Not hittin -- should've gave up from the beginning But since you're bluffin with your tape that's trash Tell your peeps that we comin for datazz "here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" Whose that lurkin in the dark with the hoodie strapped; Puffin on a blizz, mellow meditatin black? I ain't impressed cause the rest they fess Sometimes i wanna flip, clap a hole in they chest But i lay back, as i prepare for the payback And drop the master rhymes with the mad crew from wayback I stay back, i watch, the whole job, you botched Couldn't maintain, it's like your brain just stopped But the gang is on the prowl kid like lector Paint a logo with your blood so you niggaz remember The chain and the star, mysticle and never typical The average rap group, ain't even equipped to go head up, I'm dead up, you ducks could never last You fakin jacks, we comin for datazz "Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" I heard some hardheaded punks wanna see me Jealous of a nigga just because he's on TV You know the video shows that you be watchin Call up and request so you can see it more often My persona sheds more light than a nova Cause niggaz are soldier, yo this war, it ain't over And ain't no stopping like McFadden and Whitehead You might get dead, fuckin around like you do Pursue the knowledge that's available Before your chump-style game and your punk friends fail you Gonna dissect your brain for a minute Look at your puny ass world and what's in it Nothin, that's how long you've been frontin I figured by now that you've come up with somethin But you're still the same snake with my name on your mouth Wanna know what I'm doin, wanna know why I shine? Cause I'm the rebirth, so now you gotta see me first I kick more facts than paperbacks for research and knees hurt, next you feel em bucklin The huge pussy look on your face reveals the sucker inside of ya, because I checked the way you're ridin the jimsome, better sing more than a hymn son Never sustain the true pain of my wisdom Never be able to touch GangStarr True indeed, I believe in takin my words far Across the seas and deserts, through the trees and grass And if you ain't on point, then we comin for datazz "Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" |
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from Gang Starr - Hard To Earn (1994)
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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from Gang Starr - Hard To Earn (1994)
Fuck Around, Lay Around, do or die (3X) "You figgedy fuck around, you lay around" --) Das EFX [Big Shug] Word to Joe Frazier, got ta do what pays ya Give a nigga pain, like displasure But close your hips in, nigga you can't win I walk around, with a scowl and a grin Parties try to rock me, chicks try to clock me Niggaz try to block me, but they can't stop me I'm a bad man, understand where I come from Treatin niggaz dumb, as I drink my rum I'm a mad man, I get respect with the Tec Put punks in check, Shug's on the set I'm the one with the game, the twelve round CRACK to the concrete, from the underground I'm a bad nigga, how do you figure to take me You cannot break me, so don't mistake me for your brother, I'm not a punk motherfucker see I did my time, and now I'm FREE I'm a dope one, ready to rip and wreck shop I will not stop, I won't be dropped by the cops I'm bad, understand me with the game I kick I got crazy bitches like a Trojan on my dick [Guru] Yo Hobb we got more rep than Lucky Luciano Suckers we wet to the sound of the dope piano This is something you can't handle, here's one example I got your head as a trophy up on the mantle Each and every sect we wreck, the crowd's electrified Mystified, you get dissed, when you try, you die Fish niggaz, they get fried upon my skillet I kill it, fuck it, my shit is on hit and hittin you blaow (BLAOW) so what you wanna do now? You stepped up, I whacked ya, you crept up, I smacked ya Got infinite length, with the strength of a real master If you don't bow down now you'll get plowed down now You know, like POW Fuck Around, Lay Around, do or die (3X) So Fuck Around, Lay Around, do or die Fuck Around, Lay Around, do or die (2X) "You figgedy fuck around, you lay around" --) Das EFX [Guru] Word to Mike Tyson, hit you quick like lightnin Swing my left jab first, and then come in with the right Cold deck ya, nah I could never respect a punk like you, you get dropped like one two and you're out son, just like a one round bout son The outcome, is that you'll get that ass hung Easily, swiftly, you'ew stupid you can't get with me Fuck Around, Lay Around, do or die (2X) I said Fuck Around, Lay Around, do or die [Big Shug] Fumin! HEAHHH, I'm boomin down on niggaz I figure, how could they take out a big nigga They don't know, so I don't never give em a clue That's you and you and you, and oh yeah you You can't get with this or take me down I'm always laughin HA HA cause you punks are clowns Since I'm passin emcees, with my skill I'm up on the hill, and I force them dudes to chill Rippin up shit as I do, because I'm violent That's why when I walk in the room, punks are silent My name is Shug, as if you didn't know I'm pimpin hard, and punks are just a hoe Fuck Around, Lay Around, do or die (2X) I said you Fuck Around, Lay Around, do or die Fuck Around, Lay Around, do or die I said you Fuck Around, Lay Around, do or die Fuck Around, Lay Around, do or die (2X) "You figgedy fuck around, you lay around" --) Das EFX [Big Shug] Yea yea that's Shug for ninety-three I wanna say whattup to all my people, yaknowhatI'msayin? We got the Guru in the house, and my man Lil' Dap Showin motherfuckers where we're truly at I wanna say whattup to my homegirl, my main girl and my kids Whassup Kerry, Marie and Lisa how y'all chillin? I know y'all in the motherfuckin house too, yea! I like to say whattup also, to all the peoples back home that know what time it is, and the niggaz tryin to get real And on that note, right I'ma get the fuck up out of here "You figgedy fuck around, you lay around" --) Das EFX * DJ Premier cuts and scratchs this line to the end * |
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from Gang Starr - Hard To Earn (1994)
It's mostly tha voice, that gets you up
It's mostly tha voice, that makes you buck A lot of rappers got flavor, and some got skills But if your voice ain't dope then you need to [chill... chill... ] Up steps one, and he gets done Then up steps another, he gets smothered That's word to mother, or should I say moms I drop bombs, scorchin niggaz like napalm Sucka, boy, get off my shit Get off my dick so what I make butter hits You better change your behavior, battling Gangstarr No religion could save ya My religion is rap, R-A-P R-E-A-L-I-T-Y, G Cause when I rock street kids rejoice I got mad rhymes, still It's mostly tha voice, that gets you up It's mostly tha voice, that makes you buck A lot of rappers got flavor, and some got skills But if your voice ain't dope then you need to [chill... chill... ] So when you think you know the whole you don't even know the half You're not a threat to myself, and neither to my staff Not the type to really dance too much, although I used to Rather bust a fresh line, and get loose to The blunted ill types of beats Premier makes Makes your girl's rear shake, let me set it straight It's mostly tha voice, that gets you up It's mostly tha voice, that makes you buck A lot of rappers got flavor, and some got skills But if your voice ain't dope then you need to [chill... chill... ] Some rappers use hooks to this shit But if you took that shit out and you took all the music out What would remain? The voice no doubt Bless my soul I control when in pimp mode My bank roll expands I invest in my man I plan, to keep rap real so if your shit ain't fat then kneel You squeal, feeling pain from my oral flex what about oral sex, which chick's next To open wide and get a chunk from a real brother Yeah, some real funk from a real brother They get sprung and most of them don't recover But I don't diss em I just talk to em Cause the sound, of my voice, it does a lot to em So you and, the niggaz right there Be aware, like SWV, I'm right here Waitin to correct your ass And if you don't follow now I'll disrespect your ass More Vicious than Sid, do a crime with no bid I tell a bitch that I didn't when you know that I did Take a trip to a land a-far Then come back, and people still know Gangstarr See I'm the ladies choice Cause I got crazy styles, still It's mostly tha voice, that gets you up It's mostly tha voice, that makes you buck A lot of rappers got flavor, and some got skills But if your voice ain't dope then you need to [chill... chill... ] Oh shit Shug, whattup [Whassup money?] Just loungin, about to go do this shit in the studio [Oh yeah, you just let me get on that shit You always said I could get on, you need to let me get on that] Word? [For real man] Yo man [Don't front on that shit] I'm sayin yo, if I let you get busy, youknowhatI'msayin you can't be dissapointin me [I flip shit, I'ma flip shit on this] Aight man, let's go |
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from Gang Starr - Hard To Earn (1994)
[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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from Gang Starr - Hard To Earn (1994)
Last year record companies were chumpin me But now like chicks they all be up on me and me so horny, I hit em like a groupie Snatch off my hat wash my dick and keep it movin Showing and proving on a day to day basis I rip New York and a million different places State to state country to country My skills are legend in the style of poetry I've paid my dues to this game word to mother Peace New York hops it gets no rougher Baby brother been puffing buddha and blunts since eighty-five Before the fake motherfuckers started perpetrating live, I've achieved mad props though niggaz roll around in jeeps I ride the A-Train and get mad beeps So when we bang bang boogie out jumps my boot knocks Chicks comes in flocks when D.R.S. rocks glocks And I mean it it's all done with the mind I neutralize suckers because I'm alkaline I could go on for days speaking bout my clout So Lil Dap snatch the mic and show the motherfucker out Verse Two: Lil Dap Yo you can't hide from jail and you can't hide from the street Flavors do get deep when you're walking the east A unit down from the underground made the brothers unite I'm slappin pounds and pounds with real niggaz aight Ain't nothing changed but the weather, rain storms or whatever You poured a forty on the ground for the brothers who ain't around Break it down with the flow as I walk through the ghetto A nigga said he couldn't do it til the shit hits the fan Last year I was The Man ripping up every jam So what's your hobby nothing serious when things get rough I'm stepping rugged and tough, and bitches won't get enough A Lil Dap what's that? Fuck around you get slapped Schizophrenic with rhyme plus we're well organized Make the chicks say 'aow' and the brothers say 'ho' You can't tell a motherfucker what to do with his life Niggaz tend to live trife, so I react with the mic It's the end of the time so I got to gets mine Aiyyo 'ru, what's your function meet me at Broadway junction Before I start to get in it, better yet i just kick it Aiyyo son, if you're ready Guru starts to flip it Verse Three: Guru Earl, with my three-eight-five shot I bust a bumba claat He talks dumb a lot so him shall drop I got the clout, all you pussy rappers be out From the ghetto I let go, shit to make you petrol Watching fly niggaz show you how to rhyme asshole You know the motherfucking situation So get down get down with the Gangstarr Foundation Now I'ma touch on reality, chumps can't fuck with me and all the honies be loving me My style be kicking crazy butt Wannabes on their knees licking crazy butt Your girl pays me but ain't no need to try and stop her I'm Big Poppa fuck your girl and I'll drop her cause she be working on my nerves and yo I got more gang than the bitch got curves I'm like gambino, the slick head honcho Ill kid ready to wreck mics pronto and I know, I break your back with my rap like smack because I'm all that And so the next time when you're wishing for my downfall I'm a come back to drown y'all With stupid lyrics relative to a bloodbath And stay the fuck out my path... |
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from Gang Starr - Hard To Earn (1994)
Fake MC's, they always act hard
But won't walk the street without they bodyguard I hate fake MC's, they always act hard But won't walk the street without they bodyguard MC's I lay out like stiffs in the morgue Praise the lord you're in awe when I'm grippin the mic cord Rhymes I rip with swift execution One verse to coerce your girl to prostitution The Guru is now the brother you fear and beware when I'm making hits with premier and Rolling to a spot near you, lyrics tear through Chrome to your dome you better watch your rear view Niggaz been held back too long we're coming up In the streets we roll alone so watch me running up I'm summing up a mad posse of warriors Night crusaders able to break down barriers and bringing faces of death putting mc's to rest until there's no fake chumps left Run, step, yeah bounce nigga bounce My rhyme's a [cargo] when yours is just a quarter ounce Fake MC's, they always act hard But won't walk the street without they bodyguard I hate fake MC's, they always act hard But won't walk the street without they bodyguard Fake MC's, they always act hard But won't walk the street without they bodyguard I hate fake MC's, they always act hard But won't walk the street without they bodyguard Gangstarr boy and that's beyond your comprehension Mad brothers in every city you can feel the tension To stop the killing wack mc's must die Who am ? I'm the substance that'll make your third eye cry Too potent, too high in intelligence quotient when I unleash my speech I'll have you punk rappers open I won't expose your names and your identities You know you're phoney get the fuck from in front of me Hardcore fans are fed up from your folklore Lines strip you raw and infect you like cold sores and I hope you're not the one that I'm after Since the days of adidas I've been a true master Fake MC's, they always act hard But won't walk the street without they bodyguard I hate fake MC's, they always act hard But won't walk the street without they bodyguard Fake MC's, they always act hard But won't walk the street without they bodyguard I hate fake MC's, they always act hard But won't walk the street without they bodyguard I've been around punk but yo i still feel young A few of my crew members like to pack guns I'm high strung but don't mistake me when I smile I murder an entire rap chart with my freestyle After the killing just like casper I'm ghost Fakes thought I was friendly, at their wakes I was host Toast without a gun you'd be done Throw up your hands bitch and now you know you stand to lose one Choose one metaphor and then choose another Wax that ass like a bully have you calling your big brother Although I'm five foot eight they call me sargeant Got more hoes in my dick than you can fit in the garden At Madison Square I shot a fair one So many niggaz knew me that the kid wouldn't dare run MC's pay cash to ensure their safety They know they can't take me; the G-A-N-G, you crazy? I be on them like a message from god Knowledge of self while fake mc's play hard Fake MC's, they always act hard But won't walk the street without they bodyguard I hate fake MC's, they always act hard But won't walk the street without they bodyguard Fake MC's, they always act hard But won't walk the street without they bodyguard I hate fake MC's, they always act hard But won't walk the street without they bodyguard Fake mc's they always act hard I'm not a sucker so I don't need a bodyguard Fake mc's they always act hard I'm not a sucker so I don't need a bodyguard Fake mc's they always act hard I'm not a sucker so I don't need a bodyguard Fake mc's they always act hard I'm not a sucker so I don't need a bodyguard |
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from Gang Starr - Hard To Earn (1994)
Boom bash dash, I had to break, I had to getaway
Packed my bags, to leave for good, it was a Monday Kissed my mother, gave my pops a pound Then he hugged me, and then he turned around I threw the duffelbag over my shoulder It was time to get props kid, cause now I'm older Time to fend for myself jack So I'ma go for mine, and maybe never come back Stopped at the lye spot before I hit the train station Needed some boom for the mental relaxation It took the last of my loot to make this move Troop But I ain't even tryin to work in a suit Plus my aunt's got a room that's for rent As long as there's no hoes and I don't come home bent So fuck the bullshit I'm audi I'm on a mission, cause if I stay I'll go crazy I'm gonna make it god damnit Out in B-R-double-O-K-Lyn, The Planet They never fake it just slam it Out in B-R-O-O-K-Lyn, The Planet Crash boom bang I used to hang at Four Corners And all the spots in Beantown where niggaz carry burners But I was more turned on by the micraphone So one cold morning, I left home Next I'm smokin blunts on ? Or workin in a mail room Uptown, feelin sick and tired, of payin all these fucked up dues I wasn't tryin to lose..I refused Had a chick Uptown, one in Queens and one in Jersey Sometimes all you need to get by, is a girlie But yo I still wasn't happy I seen a lot of ill shit on my block, happen nightly East New York is no joke kid And peace to my man Hass doin his bad I went to Flatbush to buy incense and weed Stopped at the bookstands for somethin to read That shit was rough cause my pockets was bare and like the sayin goes, sometimes life ain't fair But in my heart there ain't no quittin So I stayed up late, to write some rhymes to some rhythms Seconds away from just flippin But fuckit I'll maintain, one day I'll be hittin See I'ma make it god damnit Out in B-R-double-O-K-Lyn, The Planet I'll never fake it just slam it There in B-R-O-O-K-Lyn, The Planet And you can, walk the walk talk the talk but don't flaunt Cause little shorty's scheamin on your rings and fronts but don't sweat it, cause that's the life out here A lot of niggaz, be livin real trife out here I got my own place in Bed-Stuy Known to many others, as Do or Die Malcolm X Boulevard and Gates Avenue Smokin up the fat trey bags with the crew Me and the niggaz Troy and Squeaky Used to twist Dutch Masters, we got nice weekly I used to build with the brothers by the spot They had to hustle but they still knew a lot To get my haircut had to go to Fort Greene on Myrtle Ave, to get a fade with the sides clean Then to Fulton just to look around Just to roam around, and find a chick to go Uptown and check a movie or some shit like that I couldn't spend much but yo my game was fat I remember this one chick, she brought me a beeper Then one week later, she got me some sneakers But then I stepped, cause I found out about her rep And I ain't goin out bein no bitch's pet But anyway I used to lay up in the crib Listening to Red and Marley, wishin I was on kid Saved my dough, stayed on the down low Lounged and drank 40's with Tommy, Hill and Gunsmoke And Lil' Dap used to come by strapped Nice off a L cause we stayed like that Sometimes I used to miss my moms Gunshots in the twilight, people fightin every night But I'ma be aight still Cause I'ma keep writin shit and perfectin my skills I'm gonna make it god damnit Here in B-R-double-O-K-Lyn, The Planet I never fake it just slam it Here in B-R-O-O-K-Lyn, The Planet more Gang Starr Lyrics |
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from Gang Starr - Hard To Earn (1994)
tons o' guns everybody's getting strapped
tons o' guns got to watch the way you act tons o' guns real easy to get tons o' guns bringing nothing but death tons o' guns are in the streets nowadays it's big money and you know crime pays check your nearest overpopulated ghetto they greet you with a pistol not trying to say hello mad kids packed 'cos the neighbourhood's like that want some shit that's fat catch a victim do a stick kids pulling triggers, niggas killing niggaz five-o they sit and wait and tally death-toll figures it's crazy there ain't no time to really chill jealous motherfuckers always want to act ill 22's 25's 44's 45's mack elevens ak's taking mad lives what the fuck you gonna do in a situation it's like you need to have steel just to feel relaxation tons o' guns tons o' guns you got we got they got the state of affairs yo it's like mad chaos i know a kid who just passed the other day they shot him sixteen times so there he lay you can pray for this shit to like cease but until then a nigga's going to pack a piece and yo the devil's got assasination squads want to kill niggaz 'cos they're scared of god they got camps where they train they learn to take aim at a nigga like a piece of game and i'm not seeing that, them days are gone 'cos now we got [chromes] to put them where they belong so me a rude boy from and in a brooklyn fuck the bullshit pain and suffering i'm coming off with a foolproof plan as if each every lyric was worth a hundred grand i stand in the face of hatred letting off mad shots making devils run naked tons o' guns tons o' guns everybody's getting strapped tons o' guns got to watch the way you act tons o' guns real easy to get tons o' guns bringing nothing but death tons o' guns but i don't glorify 'cos more guns will come and much more will die why, yo i don't know black some motherfuckers just be living like that they like to feel the chrome in their hands the shit makes them feel like little big man twelve years old catching wreck 'cos there ain't no supervision putting kids in check people get wounded, others they perish and what about the mother and the child she cherish the city is wild up steps the wild child tension anger living in danger what the fuck you gonna do in a situation it's like you need to have steel just to feel relaxation tons o' guns |
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from Gang Starr - Hard To Earn (1994)
Sick thoughts on my mind with no self-control
Uplift your soul and make the brothers wanna roll Sixteen years old with heart that's gold Yo check it check it out like this, here we go Run around the streets cold strapped like an alley rat But now I'm gettin much props like a fat cat A young mack but I don't think I'm all that I just can't sweat another brother's bozack So what the fuck, y'all movin on up Gonna swim in big bucks, like Scrooge McDuck And if ya don't like and you wanna step up Then open your mouth, and suck my nuts Melachi the Nutcracker, I'm always gettin blacker Fatter, I bust a fat rhyme to make your head shatter I'm from the Bronx, New York City The big fuckin Apple where the niggaz get busy God bless the dead, and God rest my pops Peace to the niggaz goin out bustin shots... |
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from Mo' Better Blues (모베터 블루스) by Bill Lee [ost] (1995)
"I would like to play a.. little tune I just composed not so long ago" "Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie Holiday" *HORNS* *drum roll* *piano keys played* *HORNS* "Byrd..?" *trumpet solo* *group horns* "The music called jazz.." -) Guru *HORNS* [Guru] It's roots are in the sounds of the African or should I say the mother.. bringin us back again From the drummin on the Congo, we came with a strong flow and continue to grow Feet move, to the beat of the t'balo Now dig the story and follow For then it landed, on American soil Through the sweat, the blood, and the toil Hear, "Praise the Lord," shouted on chain gangs Pain they felt, but it helped them to maintain Scott Joplin's rags, Bessie Smith's blues St. Louis blues, they were all the news Ringin smooth.. in all the listeners ears Fulfillin the needs, and plantin the seeds of a jazz thing King Oliver's group was a train comin through to Chicago, bringin the New Orleans groove And when Satchmo blew, the audience knew Basil Street blues was the whole house tune it was music.. great to dance to Great to romance to with a lot to say to you Relaying a message, revealing the essence of a jazz thing * DJ Premier cuts "jazz music" * In the 40's came be-bop, the first be-bop The real be-bop, so let me talk about Diz' and Byrd, givin the word Defining how a beat could be so complete Playing with ferocity, thinkin with velocity About ornathology, or anthropology and even ?, and this is real history Theolonious Monk, a melodious thunk No mistakes were made with the notes he played His conception, was ?re condite? A star glowing bright among dim lights The critics did cite that he sounded alright Charlie Mingus, such nimble fingers Droppin the bass, all over the place and Max Roach, cymbals socking Bass drum talking, snare drum rocking Restructuring.. the metaphysics of a jazz thing John Coltrane, a man supreme He was the cream.. he was the wise one The impression of Afro Blue and of the promise, that was not kept He was a GIANT step, and there was Ornette Coleman He was another soul man The original invisible, playing great music I wonder why the ?Bangles? couldn't use it Now listen see The real mystery is how music history created by white men or any other white man that pretended he originated "uh-huh.." and contended that he innovated "uh-huh.." a jazz thing ("Of course we know who can really blow") Scheamin on the meaning of a jazz thing And this music ain't dead, so don't be misled by those who said that jazz was on it's deathbed Cause when Betty Carter sings a song ain't nuttin goin on, but simply good music And you won't refuse it She's takin her time, makin the nuances rhyme Sonny Rollins, tenor saxophone with a big old tone, recitin poems with notes as words, and haven't you heard NEXT STOP BUTTER, RIGHT PAST OLEO Now there's young cats blowin And more and more people, yes they will be knowin Jazz ain't the past, this music's gonna last and as the facts unfold, remember who foretold The 90's, will be the decade of a jazz thing "I love jazz music" (3X) * Primo scratches "I love jazz music" * A jazz thing.. |
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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
"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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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
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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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
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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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
* I'm not sure about any of these names *
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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
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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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
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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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
(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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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
[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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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
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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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
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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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
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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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
[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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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
[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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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
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 Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
(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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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
"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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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
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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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
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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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
[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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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
"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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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
"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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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
'Take the money never have to run' (3X)
'Here's how it goes..' (Guru) All for the cash man, niggaz'll be ready to blast man Mad hoes, 'll be quick, to give up the as* man Traitors, they'll be robbing your stash man Don't wanna end up like the last man If the price is right, niggaz can get trife awright They plot and they scheme, all day and all night And they might even get elaborate enough to plan the illest kind of crime, f**k the average stuff Like this chick who was kickin it, with this baller Pretendin that she loved him, only really loved dollars Holla'd at his man so they could, rendezvous Said to his man, 'Forget him, I'm fond of you' So after the screw, she put him down with her plan The utmost betrayal, this nigga's down with her man But the sex changed everything, they conspired to snake him Talked about the best time, and best way, they could take him While in bed, she told him just where her man kept his dough She said, 'Yo, tonight he's bout to cop some blow And I know, there's at least, 50 grand to show Bring a gat, wear a mask, and come through the window I'll leave it open for you, he won't never know So run in, grab the money, later on, you and I can flow If we do this sh*t right, he won't fight Break out with the cash and stay your as* out of sight' So the nigga sat back, but little did he know he was about to ruin his life over a silly hoe And really though, the whole sh*t went wrong Cause when he came through the window and pulled out it was on Money they was gon' rob was high, on some shit Dukes with the mask, told him, 'Run your shit' He said, 'f**k that shit!' So they tussled n shit Then BLAOW, the burner spit, and the chick's man got hit He died, his man had no loyalty, she's locked up as an accessory His man's doin life, what a tragedy All for the cash man.. 'Never have to run' |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
'Take the money never have to run' (3X)
'Here's how it goes..' (Guru) All for the cash man, niggaz'll be ready to blast man Mad hoes, 'll be quick, to give up the as* man Traitors, they'll be robbing your stash man Don't wanna end up like the last man If the price is right, niggaz can get trife awright They plot and they scheme, all day and all night And they might even get elaborate enough to plan the illest kind of crime, f**k the average stuff Like this chick who was kickin it, with this baller Pretendin that she loved him, only really loved dollars Holla'd at his man so they could, rendezvous Said to his man, 'Forget him, I'm fond of you' So after the screw, she put him down with her plan The utmost betrayal, this nigga's down with her man But the sex changed everything, they conspired to snake him Talked about the best time, and best way, they could take him While in bed, she told him just where her man kept his dough She said, 'Yo, tonight he's bout to cop some blow And I know, there's at least, 50 grand to show Bring a gat, wear a mask, and come through the window I'll leave it open for you, he won't never know So run in, grab the money, later on, you and I can flow If we do this sh*t right, he won't fight Break out with the cash and stay your as* out of sight' So the nigga sat back, but little did he know he was about to ruin his life over a silly hoe And really though, the whole sh*t went wrong Cause when he came through the window and pulled out it was on Money they was gon' rob was high, on some shit Dukes with the mask, told him, 'Run your shit' He said, 'f**k that shit!' So they tussled n shit Then BLAOW, the burner spit, and the chick's man got hit He died, his man had no loyalty, she's locked up as an accessory His man's doin life, what a tragedy All for the cash man.. 'Never have to run' |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
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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