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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
Yo I pop your lid, I got to live I ain't tall but I can show y'all what a problem is I like to zone, I'm nice with chrome I keep a vast stash of Magnums cause I like to bone I play the game, I stay the same But I can switch styles, pick files, I'm like gravy train Shot the witness, got the bitches Still in the streets with my heat about to shock the business I handle biz, I cancel kids Just like Allen I'ma show 'em what "The Answer" is I'm after props, I spaz a lot And yo I'm deadin all the bullshit 'til my casket drops You know me boy, you owe me boy You wanna end up in my trunk dyin slowly boy? I'm confident, I'm on some shit Cause I been knowin already you was on the dick I'm zonin [Chorus: DJ Premier scratching - repeat 2X] "Down with the Foundation" "Step into my zone, mad rhymes'll stifle ya" ->Guru "No time for games cause I'm, all grown up" ->DMX "I speak that re-real shit, just listen" [Verse Two: Guru] It's conspiracy, you hearin me? That's why I get love And still got others fearin me You never know, who's next to blow And since it's me, I'ma stash me some extra dough Got extra flow, chicks give me sex and dough Need I, mention P.I. player let me know I'm down with dis, I founded this So you should recognize the true authentic sound of this The golden voice, holdin toys But not playin, Guru and Preem', we like the golden boys The chain and star, I'm angry pah |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
Yo I pop your lid, I got to live I ain't tall but I can show y'all what a problem is I like to zone, I'm nice with chrome I keep a vast stash of Magnums cause I like to bone I play the game, I stay the same But I can switch styles, pick files, I'm like gravy train Shot the witness, got the bitches Still in the streets with my heat about to shock the business I handle biz, I cancel kids Just like Allen I'ma show 'em what "The Answer" is I'm after props, I spaz a lot And yo I'm deadin all the bullshit 'til my casket drops You know me boy, you owe me boy You wanna end up in my trunk dyin slowly boy? I'm confident, I'm on some shit Cause I been knowin already you was on the dick I'm zonin [Chorus: DJ Premier scratching - repeat 2X] "Down with the Foundation" "Step into my zone, mad rhymes'll stifle ya" ->Guru "No time for games cause I'm, all grown up" ->DMX "I speak that re-real shit, just listen" [Verse Two: Guru] It's conspiracy, you hearin me? That's why I get love And still got others fearin me You never know, who's next to blow And since it's me, I'ma stash me some extra dough Got extra flow, chicks give me sex and dough Need I, mention P.I. player let me know I'm down with dis, I founded this So you should recognize the true authentic sound of this The golden voice, holdin toys But not playin, Guru and Preem', we like the golden boys The chain and star, I'm angry pah |
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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)
[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)
[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)
[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 - The Remainz [ep] (2002)
[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 - 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 - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
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 - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
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 Music From Entourage: American TV Drama Collection Vol.3 (2009)
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("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 - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
I profess and I don't jest cause the words I manifest they will take you, sedate you, and I will stress upon you the need for, you all to feed your mind and soul, so you can lead your-self to keep, I got a real objective here I am effective here, cause I select a clear Message to all, suckers I maul they fall from Into the pit of purgatory I go for glory, I take an inventory Countin all the tough luck ducks while I narrate Relate and equate, dictate and debate My fate is to be, cold makin history I use sincerity, but I'm so very deep Doubts are questions, of all the skeptics I'm kickin clout and, I'll leave you vexed it's just true, there's nothing so-so cause I know Right about to spin it I'm in it admit it I did it to you, cause this is what I'm into So chill while I instill that we all must fulfill the proper mission for us and yo this is a must It's usually lines of my rhymes I ingest These are the words that I manifest, I manifest I suggest you take a breath for the words I manifest they will scold you and mold you, while I impress upon you the fact that, I use my tact at rhymin for climbin, and chill while I attract that girl you're with, I got a sincere quality I give her all of me, cause you're too small to be tryin to riff, so let me uplift and shift my gift Let's go to the fullest capacity I got tenacity, because I have to be The brother who must live and give with much insight Foresight to ignite, excite and delight And you might gain from it, or feel pain from it Because I'm ultimate, and I'm about to let off Knowledge is wisdom, understanding Truth's the proof, so won't you throw a hand in the air, put up a peace sign and be fine If so we're feeling good we should we could we would Stop, think for a moment OK? And then sway while I convey that we must do away with all the stress and the strife, so god bless your life Use kindness, and never blindness And you will find that this perspective is best, check it out These are the words that I manifest, I manifest I convey that what I say will awaken you today After jockin while I'm talkin, but anyway that you put it I give you, lyrics to live to Righteousness rules, so I forgive you this time For you are being very ignorant That's insignificant, I guess you figured and hoped to be, dope as me, ID you flee Because the rest is too much for you I'm your professor, I got the touch to do more than the rest who fess and can't compete I'm elite I'll defeat delete and mistreat Make mincemeat of other fools, cause I'm the brother who'll snatch up the funds and, make lonely ones I meant it really, cause I'm clearly obsessed and I These are the words that I manifest, I manifest |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
I profess and I don't jest cause the words I manifest they will take you, sedate you, and I will stress upon you the need for, you all to feed your mind and soul, so you can lead your-self to keep, I got a real objective here I am effective here, cause I select a clear Message to all, suckers I maul they fall from Into the pit of purgatory I go for glory, I take an inventory Countin all the tough luck ducks while I narrate Relate and equate, dictate and debate My fate is to be, cold makin history I use sincerity, but I'm so very deep Doubts are questions, of all the skeptics I'm kickin clout and, I'll leave you vexed it's just true, there's nothing so-so cause I know Right about to spin it I'm in it admit it I did it to you, cause this is what I'm into So chill while I instill that we all must fulfill the proper mission for us and yo this is a must It's usually lines of my rhymes I ingest These are the words that I manifest, I manifest I suggest you take a breath for the words I manifest they will scold you and mold you, while I impress upon you the fact that, I use my tact at rhymin for climbin, and chill while I attract that girl you're with, I got a sincere quality I give her all of me, cause you're too small to be tryin to riff, so let me uplift and shift my gift Let's go to the fullest capacity I got tenacity, because I have to be The brother who must live and give with much insight Foresight to ignite, excite and delight And you might gain from it, or feel pain from it Because I'm ultimate, and I'm about to let off Knowledge is wisdom, understanding Truth's the proof, so won't you throw a hand in the air, put up a peace sign and be fine If so we're feeling good we should we could we would Stop, think for a moment OK? And then sway while I convey that we must do away with all the stress and the strife, so god bless your life Use kindness, and never blindness And you will find that this perspective is best, check it out These are the words that I manifest, I manifest I convey that what I say will awaken you today After jockin while I'm talkin, but anyway that you put it I give you, lyrics to live to Righteousness rules, so I forgive you this time For you are being very ignorant That's insignificant, I guess you figured and hoped to be, dope as me, ID you flee Because the rest is too much for you I'm your professor, I got the touch to do more than the rest who fess and can't compete I'm elite I'll defeat delete and mistreat Make mincemeat of other fools, cause I'm the brother who'll snatch up the funds and, make lonely ones I meant it really, cause I'm clearly obsessed and I These are the words that I manifest, I manifest |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
I profess and I don't jest cause the words I manifest they will take you, sedate you, and I will stress upon you the need for, you all to feed your mind and soul, so you can lead your-self to keep, I got a real objective here I am effective here, cause I select a clear Message to all, suckers I maul they fall from Into the pit of purgatory I go for glory, I take an inventory Countin all the tough luck ducks while I narrate Relate and equate, dictate and debate My fate is to be, cold makin history I use sincerity, but I'm so very deep Doubts are questions, of all the skeptics I'm kickin clout and, I'll leave you vexed it's just true, there's nothing so-so cause I know Right about to spin it I'm in it admit it I did it to you, cause this is what I'm into So chill while I instill that we all must fulfill the proper mission for us and yo this is a must It's usually lines of my rhymes I ingest These are the words that I manifest, I manifest I suggest you take a breath for the words I manifest they will scold you and mold you, while I impress upon you the fact that, I use my tact at rhymin for climbin, and chill while I attract that girl you're with, I got a sincere quality I give her all of me, cause you're too small to be tryin to riff, so let me uplift and shift my gift Let's go to the fullest capacity I got tenacity, because I have to be The brother who must live and give with much insight Foresight to ignite, excite and delight And you might gain from it, or feel pain from it Because I'm ultimate, and I'm about to let off Knowledge is wisdom, understanding Truth's the proof, so won't you throw a hand in the air, put up a peace sign and be fine If so we're feeling good we should we could we would Stop, think for a moment OK? And then sway while I convey that we must do away with all the stress and the strife, so god bless your life Use kindness, and never blindness And you will find that this perspective is best, check it out These are the words that I manifest, I manifest I convey that what I say will awaken you today After jockin while I'm talkin, but anyway that you put it I give you, lyrics to live to Righteousness rules, so I forgive you this time For you are being very ignorant That's insignificant, I guess you figured and hoped to be, dope as me, ID you flee Because the rest is too much for you I'm your professor, I got the touch to do more than the rest who fess and can't compete I'm elite I'll defeat delete and mistreat Make mincemeat of other fools, cause I'm the brother who'll snatch up the funds and, make lonely ones I meant it really, cause I'm clearly obsessed and I These are the words that I manifest, I manifest |
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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 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 - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
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 - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
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 - The Ownerz (2003)
(feat. Fat Joe & M.O.P.)
(Fat Joe) yeah uh, GangStarr Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on living legends, ya heard me? yeah uh yo uh I got seven Mac 11's about eight .38 Nine nines, Mac 10's man this shit never end Even if the apple won't spin I reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin Niggaz yellin out the window "Joe's at it again" But this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen I mean feds wanna knock me just cuz I'm cocky An arrogant fuck, wave "Hi" when they watch me Can't stop me everytime official Better find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you "He was a fine individual" what the papers scriptured Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures And they probably never hit you if you brought your glock Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got We walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top Even if the old ladies love to call the cops I got guns (Lil' Fame) You got, he got, they got M dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns Big ones, extra large heat Humongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat Pop in a heart beat Keep the cannon in my reach Lay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach We keep them damn thangs full of hollows And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace Fit raw this nigga you ain't loco You're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco Brownsville deep in my genes I show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+ We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down Gun ya down, guns sing like blaow Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit We got guns (Hook) We got, we got, they got (GUNS!) Crazy ill, man rowdy I gots it locked Bringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock But only if you feel this shit We got, we got, they got (GUNS!) Crazy ill, man rowdy I gots it locked Bringin the noise, bringin the funk (Guru) Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns Sick society's got Guru protectin his fam Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak You're too dumb to play your position so unique I'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep And even if you had a thought to move on us Our fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust Slow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket Call us savage bastards usin all means necessary It's only customary It's you we got to bury We'll dead your homo thug network Head shots make your head jerk My marks-men/man on the roof, he's an expert (Billy Danze) Who got a problem? It's already been established I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average Can I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA It's always some shit but it's always a clip to re-route your doubts and see what you about Your homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch We takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?) Doin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen You fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit And you deserve a hole in the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix on the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over Keep in mind whatever the nine spit It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch We got guns |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
(feat. Fat Joe & M.O.P.)
(Fat Joe) yeah uh, GangStarr Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on living legends, ya heard me? yeah uh yo uh I got seven Mac 11's about eight .38 Nine nines, Mac 10's man this shit never end Even if the apple won't spin I reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin Niggaz yellin out the window "Joe's at it again" But this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen I mean feds wanna knock me just cuz I'm cocky An arrogant fuck, wave "Hi" when they watch me Can't stop me everytime official Better find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you "He was a fine individual" what the papers scriptured Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures And they probably never hit you if you brought your glock Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got We walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top Even if the old ladies love to call the cops I got guns (Lil' Fame) You got, he got, they got M dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns Big ones, extra large heat Humongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat Pop in a heart beat Keep the cannon in my reach Lay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach We keep them damn thangs full of hollows And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace Fit raw this nigga you ain't loco You're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco Brownsville deep in my genes I show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+ We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down Gun ya down, guns sing like blaow Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit We got guns (Hook) We got, we got, they got (GUNS!) Crazy ill, man rowdy I gots it locked Bringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock But only if you feel this shit We got, we got, they got (GUNS!) Crazy ill, man rowdy I gots it locked Bringin the noise, bringin the funk (Guru) Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns Sick society's got Guru protectin his fam Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak You're too dumb to play your position so unique I'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep And even if you had a thought to move on us Our fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust Slow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket Call us savage bastards usin all means necessary It's only customary It's you we got to bury We'll dead your homo thug network Head shots make your head jerk My marks-men/man on the roof, he's an expert (Billy Danze) Who got a problem? It's already been established I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average Can I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA It's always some shit but it's always a clip to re-route your doubts and see what you about Your homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch We takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?) Doin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen You fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit And you deserve a hole in the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix on the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over Keep in mind whatever the nine spit It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch We got guns |
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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 - 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 - The Ownerz (2003)
(feat. Smiley)
(Smiley) Aiyyo I got the dimes that I get, I got the dimes that I bring (Preem') Yo, yo yo (Smiley) Yo Preem', what's good? (Preem') What's good man - you still fuckin with that shit son? (Smiley) Yo, don't even come at me with that bullshit man, whassup? (Preem') I'm sayin man, you said you was gonna leave this shit alone (Preem') You still on that bullshit nigga (Smiley) Son.. SON I'll leave it alone (Smiley) when you come and get ready with this music B, what the fuck? (Preem') I'm sayin man, who the fuck you think you are man? (Smiley) Yo, yo Yo gangsta gangsta, O.G. is what you call me It's like my life is like a never-endin drug story Make coke, expand, yo you know who I am Death percentages rises in the hood like grams Who done it and ran, who blammed on my fam' Out the window every night, deadly intentions man Cocked back and ready to fire, hit man for hire And fuck politicians, nothin but liars As I build my cream, with self esteem But drink the water from the streams, of gangsta lean To keep food on my plate, stick a mac to your face So I never have to fall off, so you can never underrate Force pressure, is the techniques of real men So when you slam the doors, we still get in It's like demons when, what you fight that you can't see'll come out your buildin, and get shot drastically The way of the world, niggaz fiendin to pull it You either bite the dust, or just dodge that bullet |
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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 - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
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 - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
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)
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 - 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 - The Ownerz (2003)
"One-two.." "One-two, shots to the chin.. knock you out" "One-two.." "Devestating!" "On da mic" "One-two.." "The maker, owner!" "Come on, now come on" [Verse One: Guru] Got you quiddear and ski-dared, fearin what we might do And you can give me all mine in cash, that will suffice dude In the streets deep, we roll through the city Looks like it's time to eat, so yo who's with me? Strictly, we keep it in the best perspective Cause nowadays it's more than simply live and let live A sedative, that's what these headcases need Them rats'll get trapped soon as they taste the cheese Black M. Casey fan, just pay us and scram Watch us drop a new supply to up the daily demand Phony critics wanna retract shit, once I spit again And since we didn't finish the job, you gettin hit again [DJ Premier] "One-two.." "Devestating!" "On da mic" "One-two, one-two, shots to the chin.. knock you out" "One-two.." "Devestating!" "On da mic" "One-two, one-two" "The maker, owner!" "Come on, now come on" [Verse Two: Guru] You fuck, you didn't listen when I told you before When it comes to dope tracks, we be holdin the raw Do somethin stupid, and you'll be left holdin your jaw Put you punks on blast for not knowin the law Don't deny yourself, learn to apply yourself Or end up by yourself, I multiply the wealth I got the titles, deeds, licenses and policies Complete ownership, Don Gurizzu they call me Primo said that we should just, lock it all down See the bigger picture, so we can profit all around Now everybody's ridin the dick, once I spit again And since we didn't finish the job, you gettin hit again [DJ Premier]-acapo |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
"One-two.." "One-two, shots to the chin.. knock you out" "One-two.." "Devestating!" "On da mic" "One-two.." "The maker, owner!" "Come on, now come on" [Verse One: Guru] Got you quiddear and ski-dared, fearin what we might do And you can give me all mine in cash, that will suffice dude In the streets deep, we roll through the city Looks like it's time to eat, so yo who's with me? Strictly, we keep it in the best perspective Cause nowadays it's more than simply live and let live A sedative, that's what these headcases need Them rats'll get trapped soon as they taste the cheese Black M. Casey fan, just pay us and scram Watch us drop a new supply to up the daily demand Phony critics wanna retract shit, once I spit again And since we didn't finish the job, you gettin hit again [DJ Premier] "One-two.." "Devestating!" "On da mic" "One-two, one-two, shots to the chin.. knock you out" "One-two.." "Devestating!" "On da mic" "One-two, one-two" "The maker, owner!" "Come on, now come on" [Verse Two: Guru] You fuck, you didn't listen when I told you before When it comes to dope tracks, we be holdin the raw Do somethin stupid, and you'll be left holdin your jaw Put you punks on blast for not knowin the law Don't deny yourself, learn to apply yourself Or end up by yourself, I multiply the wealth I got the titles, deeds, licenses and policies Complete ownership, Don Gurizzu they call me Primo said that we should just, lock it all down See the bigger picture, so we can profit all around Now everybody's ridin the dick, once I spit again And since we didn't finish the job, you gettin hit again [DJ Premier]-acapo |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
This is a conquest, so I suggest you take a rest Or keep a breath, but definitely keep a vest on that chest Rymes I'm packin, just like a thug at a car-jackin' Shoot off your hat when I start cappin, this is no actin G-A-N-G, S-T-A double R And you don't want no trouble up in here, baby pa >From the late-night drama, of the New York streets To the hoods of LA, real niggas likin Primo's beats Put suckers on glass, send em, back to class And kick hot shit, so we can stack the Johnny Cash I brought the God, Rakim, lyircally gunnin you on, and dash I got Dub C, from South Sea What you doubt me? Travellin through warzones with my infrared microphone In the year One Mill, destroying, enemies chromozones Words burn through flesh, leavin nothing but skeletal You best pay resepect to the legends, boy I'm tellin you, Militia Chorus: The illest Realest Representin Bringin the rukkus Let it be known The illest Realest Word up It's The Militia >Freddie Foxxx *repeat* [WC] Makin a move, makin a move, who's that nigga thats makin a move? Its the Shady, brought em back, actin em out the fuckin move Four-four packers, my jackets ?hittin the tag? saggin, baggin Foot on my rag, mess up a bag, leavin my enemies in bodybags You niggas was crackin, what y'all thought it wasn't gon' happen? Dub C and my East Coast sisters gettin together rappin Gun-clappin, chump smackin, kiss the ring of your highness Look while I'm in |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
This is a conquest, so I suggest you take a rest Or keep a breath, but definitely keep a vest on that chest Rymes I'm packin, just like a thug at a car-jackin' Shoot off your hat when I start cappin, this is no actin G-A-N-G, S-T-A double R And you don't want no trouble up in here, baby pa >From the late-night drama, of the New York streets To the hoods of LA, real niggas likin Primo's beats Put suckers on glass, send em, back to class And kick hot shit, so we can stack the Johnny Cash I brought the God, Rakim, lyircally gunnin you on, and dash I got Dub C, from South Sea What you doubt me? Travellin through warzones with my infrared microphone In the year One Mill, destroying, enemies chromozones Words burn through flesh, leavin nothing but skeletal You best pay resepect to the legends, boy I'm tellin you, Militia Chorus: The illest Realest Representin Bringin the rukkus Let it be known The illest Realest Word up It's The Militia >Freddie Foxxx *repeat* [WC] Makin a move, makin a move, who's that nigga thats makin a move? Its the Shady, brought em back, actin em out the fuckin move Four-four packers, my jackets ?hittin the tag? saggin, baggin Foot on my rag, mess up a bag, leavin my enemies in bodybags You niggas was crackin, what y'all thought it wasn't gon' happen? Dub C and my East Coast sisters gettin together rappin Gun-clappin, chump smackin, kiss the ring of your highness Look while I'm in |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
This is a conquest, so I suggest you take a rest Or keep a breath, but definitely keep a vest on that chest Rymes I'm packin, just like a thug at a car-jackin' Shoot off your hat when I start cappin, this is no actin G-A-N-G, S-T-A double R And you don't want no trouble up in here, baby pa >From the late-night drama, of the New York streets To the hoods of LA, real niggas likin Primo's beats Put suckers on glass, send em, back to class And kick hot shit, so we can stack the Johnny Cash I brought the God, Rakim, lyircally gunnin you on, and dash I got Dub C, from South Sea What you doubt me? Travellin through warzones with my infrared microphone In the year One Mill, destroying, enemies chromozones Words burn through flesh, leavin nothing but skeletal You best pay resepect to the legends, boy I'm tellin you, Militia Chorus: The illest Realest Representin Bringin the rukkus Let it be known The illest Realest Word up It's The Militia >Freddie Foxxx *repeat* [WC] Makin a move, makin a move, who's that nigga thats makin a move? Its the Shady, brought em back, actin em out the fuckin move Four-four packers, my jackets ?hittin the tag? saggin, baggin Foot on my rag, mess up a bag, leavin my enemies in bodybags You niggas was crackin, what y'all thought it wasn't gon' happen? Dub C and my East Coast sisters gettin together rappin Gun-clappin, chump smackin, kiss the ring of your highness Look while I'm in |
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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 - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
"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 - The Remainz [ep] (2002)
"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)
(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 - 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 - 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 - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
[Guru] The question remains.. which MC's will reign Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." Phrases I spit like slugs after I sip from my mug Life is bugged, the bassline groove is my drug Now that you feel me, yo here's some advice All you foul niggaz gonna pay the fuckin price So take that phony hardcore look off your grill Cause I be stompin ya still with the intent to kill This is a battle rhyme in case you haven't noticed You get replaced you get demoted I give chumps cranium lumps just like Louisville I stand tall, just like the Catskill Mountains Preyin like a cougar ready to pounce and denouncin, all the unrealistic fake gangsters fake mystics; so let me make this specific You know we're nearest the original gifted Rhymes get twisted, brain cells dissolve As the world revolves, wack crews lick my balls They can't deal with the realism When they go for the mic, they better bring their steel with them They're gonna need crazy help When I get down for mine, murderin suckers for delf "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." The question remains.. which MC's will reign Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." So umm.. "THERE'S NO NEED TO WORRY!" My sight is never blurry, I hit you with the flurry of rhymes and laws, combined with raw style and grace You're just a pile of waste if you can't place in this rap race I've been here, I'm stayin, what, think I'm playin? I've been down, I came up, the hard way, I'm sayin Bless my Pops he's divine but what he owns is his, and what's mine is mine So God bless the child in the streets that's wild I can easily pull, a perpin MC's file You can study for years and be the world's top scholar Out here, life's a gamble, people scramble for dollars With the textbook sense, you can still be dense Rather master the game than dwell in sorrow and shame I'm a survivor, so I'ma always remain the little nigga with the voice to leave a stain on your brain "Ask yourself the same question" .. The question remains.. which MC's will reign Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." The question remains.. which MC's will reign Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." My microphone, is CALLIN So I'm one-two checkin, and yes yes y'allin Fallen, heroes are zeroes, I ain't down with the weirdos I'm true to the game, fuck fame, peep my concerto And yea though I walk through the valley, from Brooklyn to Cali Huh, I leave the real niggaz rallied Cause I ain't fakin no jax, MC's are taken aback Cause the songs they be makin crazy wack So I subtract them, I'm one ill black man I pack man, liable to cap when I'm rappin So all that's left is the bloodstains but still the question remains "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." The question remains.. which MC's will reign Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." The question remains.. which MC's will reign Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." |
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from Gang Starr - The Remainz [ep] (2002)
[Guru] The question remains.. which MC's will reign Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." Phrases I spit like slugs after I sip from my mug Life is bugged, the bassline groove is my drug Now that you feel me, yo here's some advice All you foul niggaz gonna pay the fuckin price So take that phony hardcore look off your grill Cause I be stompin ya still with the intent to kill This is a battle rhyme in case you haven't noticed You get replaced you get demoted I give chumps cranium lumps just like Louisville I stand tall, just like the Catskill Mountains Preyin like a cougar ready to pounce and denouncin, all the unrealistic fake gangsters fake mystics; so let me make this specific You know we're nearest the original gifted Rhymes get twisted, brain cells dissolve As the world revolves, wack crews lick my balls They can't deal with the realism When they go for the mic, they better bring their steel with them They're gonna need crazy help When I get down for mine, murderin suckers for delf "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." The question remains.. which MC's will reign Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." So umm.. "THERE'S NO NEED TO WORRY!" My sight is never blurry, I hit you with the flurry of rhymes and laws, combined with raw style and grace You're just a pile of waste if you can't place in this rap race I've been here, I'm stayin, what, think I'm playin? I've been down, I came up, the hard way, I'm sayin Bless my Pops he's divine but what he owns is his, and what's mine is mine So God bless the child in the streets that's wild I can easily pull, a perpin MC's file You can study for years and be the world's top scholar Out here, life's a gamble, people scramble for dollars With the textbook sense, you can still be dense Rather master the game than dwell in sorrow and shame I'm a survivor, so I'ma always remain the little nigga with the voice to leave a stain on your brain "Ask yourself the same question" .. The question remains.. which MC's will reign Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." The question remains.. which MC's will reign Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." My microphone, is CALLIN So I'm one-two checkin, and yes yes y'allin Fallen, heroes are zeroes, I ain't down with the weirdos I'm true to the game, fuck fame, peep my concerto And yea though I walk through the valley, from Brooklyn to Cali Huh, I leave the real niggaz rallied Cause I ain't fakin no jax, MC's are taken aback Cause the songs they be makin crazy wack So I subtract them, I'm one ill black man I pack man, liable to cap when I'm rappin So all that's left is the bloodstains but still the question remains "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." The question remains.. which MC's will reign Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." The question remains.. which MC's will reign Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." |
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from Training Day (트레이닝 데이) [ost] (2001)
- Aiiyo son, it seems like, everyday
more and more people begin to get more foul Uhn, now dig.. Association breed assimilation Let me tell you what happened I'm driving the other night, these two faggots pull me over Talkin bout I got a broken taillight They got a broken headlight They shake me down, they tellin me that they gon' come and see me tomorrow and have somethin for them - Word, so what up? So now I got somethin for them (Verse One) Who's the real criminals, take a look behind the scenes Corruption and greed is commonplace routine Guess it pays in many ways to have a few schemes Shit, I know model citizens that ain't squeaky clean You got dirty politicians, dirty judges and dirty cops Everyone's on the take, the hood's filled with dirty blocks How we gonna save the community, they worse than us It's like a curse for us, police be the first to bust Think about it, that RICO shits no fuckin joke For them the evidence'll vanish in a puff of smoke I been observant, I'll never be subservient I guess you get what you deserve in this From project hallways to courthouse hallways Some prevail, most see jail, this happens always Speed on, before you get peed on All I need is more power, then I'ma put the squeeze on (Hook) I want more power, I'm gainin more troops I'm gaining more respect 'cause I want more juice The most influential men, got influential friends And I'ma put the squeeze on all of 'em I watched y'all get fat, now I want my share What you ain't got it all? Then I want what's there The most influential men, got influential friends And I'ma put the squeeze on all of 'em (Primo scratches) "They wanna see the God catch an L it's all a Set Up" -> Guru "It's a Daily Operation" -> Guru "You know me son, show respect" -> Steele "They wanna see the God catch an L it's all a Set Up" -> Guru The squeeze.. (Verse Two) Believe me son, I'ma put the squeeze on 'em Croocked cats, that confiscate the gats they keepin 'em Hustler's Convention every night at D&D Had chicks on the strip with Trace in eighty-three It's nothin, that why I know I'm on top And I'ma stay here 'till I'm paid and owe nothin They gon' take they cut, so why shouldn't I Eliminate the middlemen, who thought they could die Go overseas, make G's and bring it back to the streets A never-ending saga when I rap to these beats As the minutes go by, you 'bout to get it, know why? I'm already in too deep, so forget it, don't try Cause all you gonna find is sufferin and pain I had enough of you man, I'm 'bout to fuck up your plan So speed on, before you get peed on All I need is more power, then I'ma put the squeeze on (Hook) (Primo scratches) "They wanna see the God catch an L it's all a Set Up" -> Guru The squeeze.. |
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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)
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 - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
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 - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
[Guru]
Once you step in the arena, cheater; you’re gonna be a- mazed when you gaze at the armor on this leader Fully clad and glad to find a cause, I won’t pause Fear is a joke, slowpoke, I’m like claws that’ll rip ’cause your gift, is merely flesh Superficial and I wish you, would give it a rest But if you don’t, I’ll unsheath my Excalibur Like a noble knight, so meet ya challenger A true hero, while you’re a through zero Gettin beat to a pulp so that you can’t run for help I heard a gulp in your throat, cause you hope that I’ll be merciful but coo-cluck, I made you strut as I rehearse a few battle drills, and watch your bladder spill yellow fluid, check out how I mellowed into it Face to feet to defeat, you can tell I’m into it As I’m pullin out my lance, to kill you and advance to the winner’s throne; cause I own you once you step in the arena {DJ Premier cuts the phrase ″Step up...″ over and over} [Guru] In the arena... or rather colliseum There’s people gatherin by multitudes to see one perpretrator fall to the dust after the other Quickly disposed of at the hand of a known brother Born wit the art in his heart that is Spartacus And one-to-one combat Jack, just a thought of this match-up, makes GangStarr wanna snatch up one or two phrases from the new book with new pages of rhymes that are built like a chariot Dope vocals carry it, to the battle set If a beat was a princess, I would marry it But now I must bow to the crowd as I stand proud Victorius, glorious, understand now cause battles and wars and much fights I have been through One MC got beheaded, and you can too Forget it, cause you’d rather be just a spectator An onlooker, afraid you may get slayed or struck by a blow, from a mic gladiator I betcha that later you might be sad that you played yourself cause you stepped up, chest puffed out And in just one lyric, you got snuffed out Cause rhymin is serious, I’m strong, I’m like Hercules You’ll get hurt with these lines, close the curtains please and suckers can jet cause I wreck once you step in the arena {DJ Premier cuts the phrase ″Step inside my... arena″ over and over} [Guru] In the arena or forum, weak MC’s I will floor ’em Causin mayhem, I’ll slay them, and the blood’ll be pourin Furthermore I implore, that as a soldier of war I go in only to win and be the holder of more trophies, titles, and triumphs cause I dump all the sly chumps Never choosin to lose my spot, not once For the mere idea of an opponent that I fear is foolish utterly, I mean but none’ll be tryin to toy wit a destroyer of many You shitted your pants cause you can’t figure any foe that can step to this concept so tou better sit again citizen, weak MC’s I get rid of them Watch the way they get distraught when they get caught in the worst positions, cause they didn’t listen and tried goin up against a hungry killer who’s itchin to mame and murder, those who claimed that they were the toughest ones, they get done once they step in the arena |
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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 - 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 - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
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 - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
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 - 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 - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
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 - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
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 - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
So wassup? You know we can't be havin that
Son there's rules you're supposed to go by, and this is my habitat You say you're R-E-P-R-E, S-E-N-T-I-N-G You're fronting boy, come against me You're crazy soft while I come off with credibility You're living in a fantasy world kid, you're killing me I start to work out, you start to merk out My shit be crazy raw, and out here, I got more clout I'm right in your streets, like I'm Urban Outreach I don't mean to preach but I'll impeach your phony form of speech Rhyme perfection, injecting like the surgeon While you be in the club posing, trickin always splurgin Whatever you got, I'm gettin more See you're insecure, and you can catch my verbal four-four Now you're facing me, I'm your ultimate challenger It's the Avenger, your fate is on my calender Notice the spirit I posess is more than holy I'm Gifted, Unlimited, ahh fuck the rest you know niggaz know me My lines illuminate your whole spectrum Crush your dome section, punks I wreck em, mics I bless em I don't know why, MC's would want to test the man so fly Master of self gaining wealth Cause I'm a mastermind, I stack my rhymes Just for the rainy day, and you can pour out your forty for all the rappers I slay, I bring the bounty back I got more game than the Mack, when I procees to feed the masses I come right and exact, and all those null and voids They shall be destroyed, so don't be stickin our your hand Cause you ain't my fuckin homeboy I celebrate after each duck I eliminate This rap game they desecrate, I'm back to set it straight I'm self-made and self-taught You're style you bought, plus I got the fundamentals handed d |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
So wassup? You know we can't be havin that
Son there's rules you're supposed to go by, and this is my habitat You say you're R-E-P-R-E, S-E-N-T-I-N-G You're fronting boy, come against me You're crazy soft while I come off with credibility You're living in a fantasy world kid, you're killing me I start to work out, you start to merk out My shit be crazy raw, and out here, I got more clout I'm right in your streets, like I'm Urban Outreach I don't mean to preach but I'll impeach your phony form of speech Rhyme perfection, injecting like the surgeon While you be in the club posing, trickin always splurgin Whatever you got, I'm gettin more See you're insecure, and you can catch my verbal four-four Now you're facing me, I'm your ultimate challenger It's the Avenger, your fate is on my calender Notice the spirit I posess is more than holy I'm Gifted, Unlimited, ahh fuck the rest you know niggaz know me My lines illuminate your whole spectrum Crush your dome section, punks I wreck em, mics I bless em I don't know why, MC's would want to test the man so fly Master of self gaining wealth Cause I'm a mastermind, I stack my rhymes Just for the rainy day, and you can pour out your forty for all the rappers I slay, I bring the bounty back I got more game than the Mack, when I procees to feed the masses I come right and exact, and all those null and voids They shall be destroyed, so don't be stickin our your hand Cause you ain't my fuckin homeboy I celebrate after each duck I eliminate This rap game they desecrate, I'm back to set it straight I'm self-made and self-taught You're style you bought, plus I got the fundamentals handed d |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
Intro: Skills, skills, skills [DJ Premier Scratching] "My Microphone" "It's Skills"-KRS One "The funky beat" "It's skills"-KRS One [Chorus: Guru] (Skills) Top rank point blank we vital Spit flows rip shows peep the recital (Skills) Now, you feel it when we drop those Hot beats stop phoes killin shit we got those (Skills) It's, the music that the street love Each thug, is now reppin this with deep love (Skills) Gang Starr duelin again rulin again Watch as we do it again [Verse 1: Guru] It's the, true enliven with a youthful vengeance And I'm a judge rap is your ass give you a crucial sentence You need at least twelve jewels to practice Your too enthusiastic male groupie bastard Still tryin to convince us some more Pretendin your raw that's what you need a minister for Again it's the law got you up against the wall We the gulliest fuck it then it's us against y'all Mic skills type grills like I'm Michael Jill Like when he write for the pill is how I stay for the ill Slide off kid, and let a grown man finesse it We bold and impressive that old manifest shit Some new product from a known team Niggas know me, and you can bet they know Preme So here we go for your stereo And you could tell that it's real when you hear me go hear me go [Chorus: Guru] (Skills) Top rank point blank we vital Spit flows rip shows peep the recital (Skills) Now, you feel it when we drop those Hot beats stop phoes killin shit we got those (Skills) It's, the music that the street love Each thug, is now reppin this with deep love (Skills) Gang Starr duelin again rulin again Watch as we do it again [Verse 2: Guru] You littl |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
Intro:
Skills, skills, skills [DJ Premier Scratching] "My Microphone" "It's Skills"-KRS One "The funky beat" "It's skills"-KRS One [Chorus: Guru] (Skills) Top rank point blank we vital Spit flows rip shows peep the recital (Skills) Now, you feel it when we drop those Hot beats stop phoes killin shit we got those (Skills) It's, the music that the street love Each thug, is now reppin this with deep love (Skills) Gang Starr duelin again rulin again Watch as we do it again [Verse 1: Guru] It's the, true enliven with a youthful vengeance And I'm a judge rap is your ass give you a crucial sentence You need at least twelve jewels to practice Your too enthusiastic male groupie bastard Still tryin to convince us some more Pretendin your raw that's what you need a minister for Again it's the law got you up against the wall We the gulliest fuck it then it's us against y'all Mic skills type grills like I'm Michael Jill Like when he write for the pill is how I stay for the ill Slide off kid, and let a grown man finesse it We bold and impressive that old manifest shit Some new product from a known team Niggas know me, and you can bet they know Preme So here we go for your stereo And you could tell that it's real when you hear me go hear me go [Chorus: Guru] (Skills) Top rank point blank we vital Spit flows rip shows peep the recital (Skills) Now, you feel it when we drop those Hot beats stop phoes killin shit we got those (Skills) It's, the music that the street love Each thug, is now reppin this with deep love (Skills) Gang Starr duelin again rulin again Watch as we do it again [Verse 2: Guru] You littl |
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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 - The Ownerz (2003)
Yo, do the knowledge to the master build the blow and the spliff The new millennium, hide them a beef Gotta watch what I say to you niggaz so I calm my patience 'Cause the shit ain't really pass the statue of limitations The streets still holler about how strong I am Niggaz I hurt still holler about how wrong I am As a little nigger broke, thinking soda and coke Had me amazed how my steady hand kept in the flow Let it sit, cool and heart lit, hit the set cool and heartless In front of the store projects, as long as I made a profit I see you eyeing me, you fire escape diary Filled with pages of episodes and shying me Nonbeliever I hammer for hire Hit yo ass so hard that your coke will catch fire Dog the stakes are dyer, I'm no liar Hold the court and the street beef cause I got pride Same team no games, these chicks I blow brains Rap-a-lot soul train the corners rocking cocaine Got no shame Trying to blow these figures Headquarters gone he ain't left he still with us Not in the physical through us he live I can seen him with Big L, Pun, Pac and BIG Watching over the kid like dear shed the waist over And yelling ?Ether?, ?Blowout? and ?Takeover? I'm the truth; give you proof and your video shoot Pull them candors on you while them cameras on you How you love that Don't want to blow with Staxx So go ahead dumb up, make me car crumb up ?It's the Militia? Yall niggaz don't know about I Got me heated, frustrated about to blow my high Me and Benz blazing, Rave got the gauge raising Sick of talking about it, niggaz ain't on my weight lift Whenever we stand together, down for whatever Divided we get at you from more angles Gangstarr forbid, NYG's same team no games Love is love fame one in the same Corny style, niggers act strange going against the grain Don't want to see us on top of our thing, we adapt to change Fame, fortune and material game, flow natural unrestrained Let me explain, niggers don't get it until you set it to flame Subject them to pain, make them respect The name, the set you rep, connects you get Stay ready to bang Steps ahead of competitors that'll test your aim H. Staxx shoot back splat dang your brain My foundation bust gats spread there's your brain Fuck with mine, spat not take the blame Play it for keeps, we came to win YO, I'm the Jerry Rice to this, much too nice to quit And just so you know, we never liked you kid Since you ain't wanna let niggers eat I'm gonna convene with my team before We gotta let the trigger speak 'Cause nowadays yall rappers are carbon Copies paws are sloppy, still its hard to stop me Especially when I connect with my man, rep for my fam We taking back the rest of our land And we don't really care if they say you are the shit They playing your hits We about to make our way in this biz And let's see if the gimmick last until the next season In a flash, take your stupid ass out, give me the next reason Flip for my peoples here, spit for my peoples here Yeah... time to get rich with my peoples here Cut of a snake's head, then we break bread Same team, no games You underground trying to fake dead { scratching by DJ Premier repeats } Let, let, let the games begin |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
Yo, do the knowledge to the master build the blow and the spliff
The new millennium, hide them a beef Gotta watch what I say to you niggaz so I calm my patience 'Cause the shit ain't really pass the statue of limitations The streets still holler about how strong I am Niggaz I hurt still holler about how wrong I am As a little nigger broke, thinking soda and coke Had me amazed how my steady hand kept in the flow Let it sit, cool and heart lit, hit the set cool and heartless In front of the store projects, as long as I made a profit I see you eyeing me, you fire escape diary Filled with pages of episodes and shying me Nonbeliever I hammer for hire Hit yo ass so hard that your coke will catch fire Dog the stakes are dyer, I'm no liar Hold the court and the street beef cause I got pride Same team no games, these chicks I blow brains Rap-a-lot soul train the corners rocking cocaine Got no shame Trying to blow these figures Headquarters gone he ain't left he still with us Not in the physical through us he live I can seen him with Big L, Pun, Pac and BIG Watching over the kid like dear shed the waist over And yelling ?Ether?, ?Blowout? and ?Takeover? I'm the truth; give you proof and your video shoot Pull them candors on you while them cameras on you How you love that Don't want to blow with Staxx So go ahead dumb up, make me car crumb up ?It's the Militia? Yall niggaz don't know about I Got me heated, frustrated about to blow my high Me and Benz blazing, Rave got the gauge raising Sick of talking about it, niggaz ain't on my weight lift Whenever we stand together, down for whatever Divided we get at you from more angles Gangstarr forbid, NYG's same team no games Love is love fame one in the same Corny style, niggers act strange going against the grain Don't want to see us on top of our thing, we adapt to change Fame, fortune and material game, flow natural unrestrained Let me explain, niggers don't get it until you set it to flame Subject them to pain, make them respect The name, the set you rep, connects you get Stay ready to bang Steps ahead of competitors that'll test your aim H. Staxx shoot back splat dang your brain My foundation bust gats spread there's your brain Fuck with mine, spat not take the blame Play it for keeps, we came to win YO, I'm the Jerry Rice to this, much too nice to quit And just so you know, we never liked you kid Since you ain't wanna let niggers eat I'm gonna convene with my team before We gotta let the trigger speak 'Cause nowadays yall rappers are carbon Copies paws are sloppy, still its hard to stop me Especially when I connect with my man, rep for my fam We taking back the rest of our land And we don't really care if they say you are the shit They playing your hits We about to make our way in this biz And let's see if the gimmick last until the next season In a flash, take your stupid ass out, give me the next reason Flip for my peoples here, spit for my peoples here Yeah... time to get rich with my peoples here Cut of a snake's head, then we break bread Same team, no games You underground trying to fake dead { scratching by DJ Premier repeats } Let, let, let the games begin |
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from M.O.P. - First Family 4 Life (1999)
"Yeah, they talkin about rap."
"We don't rap, its not about rap we livin it what they talkin about. It's not about college or what you read in a newspaper or magazine. Its hear its reality, this is our nature. Its how we live." [Guru] Now everybody on Earth wanna rap, we burnt all of that Knocked off the game, and cold broke is spat Gang Starr, will Billy Danze and Big Slap Word to Laze, big schools and big gats You didn't whip it right so pick up the pace Word to grimy niggas, they want to stick up the place Word to hiphop, plus a crib that's laced Primo's breaks, activate the mental, that's all We got credentials galore, f**k a small vending tour Yet, still, I be at the around-the-way spots Near where niggas be slinging innocent get hit by straight shots And brave cops, protect the community While corrupt cops, be harrasing you and me Pullin me over, in front of the crib, in front of my neighbors Askin for favors, here's a cassette and why you question my behavior? Pursuing me, trying to catch me off quard I shrug scars, you see a lot of hoes at thug bars I don't care what these beats my do We'll sun you, plus I see right through Its way it means to me and M.O.P. Just To Get a Rep, nigga, you best to step, nigga, Salute! Chorus: Holdin it down Phony ass rappers Dead serious Finish em (Is this hiphop) Hell no this is war Heavy artillery, in my vicinty *repeat - change 5th line to: M.O.P.* [Billy Danze] Aiyyo, the game's called surivival *echoes* I admit As a soldier, I've done a lot of shit To the so-called tough dude, I ain't mad at you But I wish I wouldn't of had to do the shit I had to do It's true, I would jump up in a Bamma And travle miles of road to unload this hammer (And I) Notice ?colors? when they glance At the baby boy of Haddy and Frank Danze I won't stress the blazin But I will think about what size slug best for the occasion (It's so amazin) ???? pop shit Like Windy Williams till you f**kers bury me (Who we be!) What, what's wrong, nigga? (First Family) Come, come on, nigga! (Ain't nothin cute) My niggas is ready to shoot For the love of the First Family thugs, Salute! Chorus [Lil' Fame] Before you slit your wrist, bitch, imagine this M.O.P., Gang Starr (Damn!) hazardous Thugs that got love for this hiphop and shit Makin words rhyme at the same time poppin shit I used to go to jams, and drop grammar Before I left niggas told me (Boy take your hammer!) Sure nuff, shit got rowdy Dumped off my first clip at a house party I love this rap shit, though, the love is clear But f**k the parties, my nigga, I lost a brother there Only if I'm gettin paid (That's right) And the shit gon' benefit the trade I snatch a mic, turn it out, bad Even have you smooth niggas f**kin up yours shoes and your outfit I be, the Brownsville slugger (Signing out) Act like you know what I'm about, Salute! Chorus |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
[DJ Premier scratching] "I want the public to know.. what goes on" "I mean, look at the situation - be real" [Verse One: Guru] The names have been changed to protect the innocent Each step is intricate, I rep magnificent Knew this kid named Ronnie, used to make cash with Caesar They made a lot of money back in the 80's crack fever Caesar was an overachiever, a kingpin and 18-and-a-half He got knocked and left Ronnie to watch the team and the stash Plus his crib, his jewels, his whip and his girl And Ronnie's self-interests had him livin in a different world He rocked Caesar's chains, he put Caesar's rings Smokin mad wools all day, with Caesar's change Not to mention he pushed up on Caesar's wifey A move like that my man, extremely sheisty It all got back to Caesar in the bing They found Ronnie's body in the playground by the swings Anyone can get it, for sure it don't matter dawg Especially when a nigga tries commitin sabotage [Premier scratching Guru samples] "There ain't nobody to trust" "It's got me ready.. ready.. ready.. ready.. ready to bust" "It's like sabotage, there ain't nobody to trust" ""It's like sabotage" "It's got me ready.. ready.. ready.. ready.. ready to bust" [Verse Two: Guru] Treachery, deception, it's best to keep a weapon When you think that they be breddern, they underhand your plan It's over for the cowardly, we grow more potent hourly I'm knowin where the power be, I'm schemin to get even Dissension can occur from within one's ranks The chain can be weakened, by just one link Pricks be galavantin from one crew to the next Musical click-ass niggaz catch two to the chest My usua |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
[DJ Premier scratching]
"I want the public to know.. what goes on" "I mean, look at the situation - be real" [Verse One: Guru] The names have been changed to protect the innocent Each step is intricate, I rep magnificent Knew this kid named Ronnie, used to make cash with Caesar They made a lot of money back in the 80's crack fever Caesar was an overachiever, a kingpin and 18-and-a-half He got knocked and left Ronnie to watch the team and the stash Plus his crib, his jewels, his whip and his girl And Ronnie's self-interests had him livin in a different world He rocked Caesar's chains, he put Caesar's rings Smokin mad wools all day, with Caesar's change Not to mention he pushed up on Caesar's wifey A move like that my man, extremely sheisty It all got back to Caesar in the bing They found Ronnie's body in the playground by the swings Anyone can get it, for sure it don't matter dawg Especially when a nigga tries commitin sabotage [Premier scratching Guru samples] "There ain't nobody to trust" "It's got me ready.. ready.. ready.. ready.. ready to bust" "It's like sabotage, there ain't nobody to trust" ""It's like sabotage" "It's got me ready.. ready.. ready.. ready.. ready to bust" [Verse Two: Guru] Treachery, deception, it's best to keep a weapon When you think that they be breddern, they underhand your plan It's over for the cowardly, we grow more potent hourly I'm knowin where the power be, I'm schemin to get even Dissension can occur from within one's ranks The chain can be weakened, by just one link Pricks be galavantin from one crew to the next Musical click-ass niggaz catch two to the chest My usua |
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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 - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
[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 - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
[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)
[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 - The Ownerz (2003)
"Wh-wh-wh-what can I say? Let me explain this to you..."
[GangStarr] Yo, I don't even want to fight with you man I'll lay you right where you stand You can catch a few shells One go right through your polo, man Usually I'm dolo and I gotta crazy team Car kissed the ride on you, watch for the laserbeam Shit, it's that Ol' G Flavor Remind you of a quarter bodega and that oldie behavior All point but I ain't tryna scuffle with chumps My long joints got the culture power plus the double pump Troublesome, to anyone who stands in the way I'll stand and I'll spray, FUCK if ya man is in the way Your girl want me 'cause I do it better than you The whole world wants me nigga, I'ma legend to you Like LL, Rakim, Ice-T and them niggaz Like Cube, Snoop and Dre, I'ma be seenin them figures It don't matter, you don't have to be likin me man Keep playin, you'll be layin there, right where you stand [Chorus: Jadakiss] Gun on my waist, knife in my hand I keep tellin you cowards, I'ma leave you there right where you stand I don't want to talk and I ain't tryna want to fight with ya man Tryna get it over quick, leave you right where you stand Some say I'm trifflin, sometimes I'm rightfully am But I don't give a fuck, I'ma leave you right where you stand You just mad, you will never be as nice as I am D-Block, GangStarr leave you right where you stand, what [Jadakiss] You want to know why I invest all my money into haze and into dope 'cause right now, I'm currently a slave for Interscope Respect first, then money - basic shit If you got niggaz under pressure, you could take they shit Listen, I'ma leave you right where you stand Have the ambulance pass ya Timberlands off right to ya man 'cause he pussy, he ain't gonna do nothin but look When it come to beef, he don't want to do nothing but cook As soon as the chrome scope him, right there, two in the dome Smokin, Kiss keep funeral homes open I fall back, smoke an ounce in the dark Bounce on a Preme track like I bounce on a NARC Keep playin, why'all niggaz will burn and you know they say it takes somethin to happen for niggaz to learn Let the .40 Cal give em a perm This industry is like bacteria and my flow is a germ Just mad 'cause you'll never be as nice as I am J to the mwah and I'll leave you right where you stand, huh... "You gangstas is cosmetic..." "Keep playin, you'll be layin there, right where you stand..." "My people from the hood stay on the grind..." "D-Block, GangStarr leave you right where you stand, what..." "You gangstas is cosmetic..." "W-w-w-w-w-word..." [GangStarr] I see you got the fear of God in you We'll tear your heart in two Too bad you didn't know what you got into Yeah, the most righteous, till Malcolm got a close likeness My name carry weight to capitate most vipers Hot rhymes, spit a dime, hit a case beater Flow is angry like I'm in your face with heaters Chasin divas - nah, I don't ever have to do that P.I. till I die and I laugh at you cats You happy perhaps 'cause you got dough and bitches But no love from streets only for moles and snitches Only from the meatlapin, suckers won't see it happen Cross that line, then it's time for the heat clappin I do my thing like the whole planet depends on me I got game to make Janet want to spend on me Some say I'm trifflin and sometimes I'm rightfully am Getcha man, I'll lay him right where he stand [Chorus] ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By WHITFIELD, NORMAN J./STRONG, BARRETT/ELAM, KEITH <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
"Wh-wh-wh-what can I say? Let me explain this to you..."
[GangStarr] Yo, I don't even want to fight with you man I'll lay you right where you stand You can catch a few shells One go right through your polo, man Usually I'm dolo and I gotta crazy team Car kissed the ride on you, watch for the laserbeam Shit, it's that Ol' G Flavor Remind you of a quarter bodega and that oldie behavior All point but I ain't tryna scuffle with chumps My long joints got the culture power plus the double pump Troublesome, to anyone who stands in the way I'll stand and I'll spray, FUCK if ya man is in the way Your girl want me 'cause I do it better than you The whole world wants me nigga, I'ma legend to you Like LL, Rakim, Ice-T and them niggaz Like Cube, Snoop and Dre, I'ma be seenin them figures It don't matter, you don't have to be likin me man Keep playin, you'll be layin there, right where you stand [Chorus: Jadakiss] Gun on my waist, knife in my hand I keep tellin you cowards, I'ma leave you there right where you stand I don't want to talk and I ain't tryna want to fight with ya man Tryna get it over quick, leave you right where you stand Some say I'm trifflin, sometimes I'm rightfully am But I don't give a fuck, I'ma leave you right where you stand You just mad, you will never be as nice as I am D-Block, GangStarr leave you right where you stand, what [Jadakiss] You want to know why I invest all my money into haze and into dope 'cause right now, I'm currently a slave for Interscope Respect first, then money - basic shit If you got niggaz under pressure, you could take they shit Listen, I'ma leave you right where you stand Have the ambulance pass ya Timberlands off right to ya man 'cause he pussy, he ain't gonna do nothin but look When it come to beef, he don't want to do nothing but cook As soon as the chrome scope him, right there, two in the dome Smokin, Kiss keep funeral homes open I fall back, smoke an ounce in the dark Bounce on a Preme track like I bounce on a NARC Keep playin, why'all niggaz will burn and you know they say it takes somethin to happen for niggaz to learn Let the .40 Cal give em a perm This industry is like bacteria and my flow is a germ Just mad 'cause you'll never be as nice as I am J to the mwah and I'll leave you right where you stand, huh... "You gangstas is cosmetic..." "Keep playin, you'll be layin there, right where you stand..." "My people from the hood stay on the grind..." "D-Block, GangStarr leave you right where you stand, what..." "You gangstas is cosmetic..." "W-w-w-w-w-word..." [GangStarr] I see you got the fear of God in you We'll tear your heart in two Too bad you didn't know what you got into Yeah, the most righteous, till Malcolm got a close likeness My name carry weight to capitate most vipers Hot rhymes, spit a dime, hit a case beater Flow is angry like I'm in your face with heaters Chasin divas - nah, I don't ever have to do that P.I. till I die and I laugh at you cats You happy perhaps 'cause you got dough and bitches But no love from streets only for moles and snitches Only from the meatlapin, suckers won't see it happen Cross that line, then it's time for the heat clappin I do my thing like the whole planet depends on me I got game to make Janet want to spend on me Some say I'm trifflin and sometimes I'm rightfully am Getcha man, I'll lay him right where he stand [Chorus] ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By WHITFIELD, NORMAN J./STRONG, BARRETT/ELAM, KEITH <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
[Chorus: Guru] Riot act, this is where we really prepare Riot act, out here we show no fear RIOT ACT, time to protect our communities Riot act, real criminals get immunity RIOT ACT, eye for an eye - so yo who want it? RIOT ACT, rushin all you cowards who fronted Riot act, let's bring the power to the people RIOT ACT, no justice then we gotta come see you [Verse One: Guru] Just like a thunderous gun clap, you wonder who done that Put you under with one rap, me and the brothers have come back We'll lash you for tryin that, we know you been lyin cat So now you be lyin flat, we'll read you the riot act Whassup you little fuck, get your life right Cause there's too much goin in the world, and shit ain't quite right See you're just addin to the problem Young gun, high-strung, ready to trey-eight revolve 'em Knot nearly in your waist, you step up in the place Catch one off guard, he lookin silly in the face But hear they come with the M-16's They got teargas, helmets and clubs - knahmean? It's martial law in these streets It's like Afghanistan man, it's gettin raw in the streets Still you demand your rights, I understand your plight But do the knowledge if you plan to fight [Chorus] [Verse Two: Guru] So realize what it is to be oppressed and afflicted Subjected to sick shit, knowin others live different FUCK THAT, the streets about to blow again They forgot, so we gotta let 'em know again Huh, we'll blast you for tryin that, we know you been lyin cat So now you be lyin flat, we'll read you the riot act Soldiers, let's show these cowards what's up The hood a |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
[Chorus: Guru] Riot act, this is where we really prepare Riot act, out here we show no fear RIOT ACT, time to protect our communities Riot act, real criminals get immunity RIOT ACT, eye for an eye - so yo who want it? RIOT ACT, rushin all you cowards who fronted Riot act, let's bring the power to the people RIOT ACT, no justice then we gotta come see you [Verse One: Guru] Just like a thunderous gun clap, you wonder who done that Put you under with one rap, me and the brothers have come back We'll lash you for tryin that, we know you been lyin cat So now you be lyin flat, we'll read you the riot act Whassup you little fuck, get your life right Cause there's too much goin in the world, and shit ain't quite right See you're just addin to the problem Young gun, high-strung, ready to trey-eight revolve 'em Knot nearly in your waist, you step up in the place Catch one off guard, he lookin silly in the face But hear they come with the M-16's They got teargas, helmets and clubs - knahmean? It's martial law in these streets It's like Afghanistan man, it's gettin raw in the streets Still you demand your rights, I understand your plight But do the knowledge if you plan to fight [Chorus] [Verse Two: Guru] So realize what it is to be oppressed and afflicted Subjected to sick shit, knowin others live different FUCK THAT, the streets about to blow again They forgot, so we gotta let 'em know again Huh, we'll blast you for tryin that, we know you been lyin cat So now you be lyin flat, we'll read you the riot act Soldiers, let's show these cowards what's up The hood a |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
[Verse One: Guru] Stupid, you know it's time to sit and think, before we hit the brink Lockerroom, at a prize fight, before he hit the ring Like when I tell these corporate leeches they can't get a thing Or when I tell relentless rappers they had better sing The position that anyone holds could be up to grabs I'm waitin up the ave to see if anyone folds Since I was twenty-one years old and legal I knew the difference between gimmicky gangsters and powerful people I'm the reason, why the game is flipped I'm the reason, why your aim is missed I'm the reason why you're mad I only sprained my wrist The reason my mindframe is trained in this You like gunfire? Better acquire the taste Cuz youf walk aroun' with full pounds by dem waist Deface property, they be laced properly Rules are rules, fools are fools, I react logically Ain't no way, so come, make my day Like Tom Hanks I earn long bank and Cast you Away [Premier scratching] "This mic in my hand, I'm rulin!" "I repeat, this is not a question" [Chorus: Guru] (Krumbsnatcha) Oh you brag about the ki's you flipped and who you done up Nigga whattup? (Put up or shut up!) Poppin shit about the chicks and the whips you got You think you hot? (Uh-uh, man - you put up or shut up!) Always talkin bout your dough and your wealth and fame Youse a lame (Get out of here - put up or shut up!) You got hot beats and kids that can spit mad fire? Youse a liar! (That's whack - put up or shut up!) [Premier sample: "This mic in my hand, I'm rulin!"] [Verse Two: Guru] Aiyyo I've seen the toughest of tough guys, the ro |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
[Verse One: Guru]
Stupid, you know it's time to sit and think, before we hit the brink Lockerroom, at a prize fight, before he hit the ring Like when I tell these corporate leeches they can't get a thing Or when I tell relentless rappers they had better sing The position that anyone holds could be up to grabs I'm waitin up the ave to see if anyone folds Since I was twenty-one years old and legal I knew the difference between gimmicky gangsters and powerful people I'm the reason, why the game is flipped I'm the reason, why your aim is missed I'm the reason why you're mad I only sprained my wrist The reason my mindframe is trained in this You like gunfire? Better acquire the taste Cuz youf walk aroun' with full pounds by dem waist Deface property, they be laced properly Rules are rules, fools are fools, I react logically Ain't no way, so come, make my day Like Tom Hanks I earn long bank and Cast you Away [Premier scratching] "This mic in my hand, I'm rulin!" "I repeat, this is not a question" [Chorus: Guru] (Krumbsnatcha) Oh you brag about the ki's you flipped and who you done up Nigga whattup? (Put up or shut up!) Poppin shit about the chicks and the whips you got You think you hot? (Uh-uh, man - you put up or shut up!) Always talkin bout your dough and your wealth and fame Youse a lame (Get out of here - put up or shut up!) You got hot beats and kids that can spit mad fire? Youse a liar! (That's whack - put up or shut up!) [Premier sample: "This mic in my hand, I'm rulin!"] [Verse Two: Guru] Aiyyo I've seen the toughest of tough guys, the ro |
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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 - 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 - 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)
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 - The Ownerz (2003)
"Y'all cats know we always play to win" ->Guru "Players get your pay up" [Verse One: Guru] For my respect, I just might have to shut you down Hang your punk ass from a limb, they'll have to cut you down See I'm tired of you faggots kickin dirt on my name While you rap clone phonies only hurtin the game I'm too persistant, plus I flow too vicious Bout to expose you hoes, this shit is too twisted Rappers be actin, like they rich or somethin When they get robbed like a herb, that's what they get for frontin I'm in the top ten, one of the best of all time Been known to drop men - who CARES if the rest of y'all rhyme? You're mediocre son, you're barely average kid Your style's Chi-Chi, wanna see me crack yo' cabbage kid? From the hood to the corporate, give up your goods and forfeit This is George Foreman style, watch me cook this raw shit More chips, watch us rake 'em in And y'all cats know we always play to win [scratching by Premier] "Y'all cats know we always play to win" ->Guru "Real.. rough rhymes" "Y'all cats know we always play to win" ->Guru "Players get your pay up" [Verse Two: Guru] I'm hot so they're feelin me, you're not so you're killin me You're hatin on the low, tried to block my soliloquy While you spread rumors, I'ma dead you junior Have your mind blown, poundin your dome like head tumors Family tradition when I'm randomly spittin And girls love my voice, they say it's handsomely different I never won awards, no Grammys and things Back in the days did sticks, made niggaz hand me they rings What goes around comes around, they tried me later But I survived a |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
"Y'all cats know we always play to win" ->Guru "Players get your pay up" [Verse One: Guru] For my respect, I just might have to shut you down Hang your punk ass from a limb, they'll have to cut you down See I'm tired of you faggots kickin dirt on my name While you rap clone phonies only hurtin the game I'm too persistant, plus I flow too vicious Bout to expose you hoes, this shit is too twisted Rappers be actin, like they rich or somethin When they get robbed like a herb, that's what they get for frontin I'm in the top ten, one of the best of all time Been known to drop men - who CARES if the rest of y'all rhyme? You're mediocre son, you're barely average kid Your style's Chi-Chi, wanna see me crack yo' cabbage kid? From the hood to the corporate, give up your goods and forfeit This is George Foreman style, watch me cook this raw shit More chips, watch us rake 'em in And y'all cats know we always play to win [scratching by Premier] "Y'all cats know we always play to win" ->Guru "Real.. rough rhymes" "Y'all cats know we always play to win" ->Guru "Players get your pay up" [Verse Two: Guru] I'm hot so they're feelin me, you're not so you're killin me You're hatin on the low, tried to block my soliloquy While you spread rumors, I'ma dead you junior Have your mind blown, poundin your dome like head tumors Family tradition when I'm randomly spittin And girls love my voice, they say it's handsomely different I never won awards, no Grammys and things Back in the days did sticks, made niggaz hand me they rings What goes around comes around, they tried me later But I survived a |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
Aiyyo, what the FUCK is this shit that y'all are listenin to nowadays on the radio man? You call that shit hip-hop? THAT'S SOME FAGGOT BITCH SHIT Y'ALL ARE LISTENIN TO! All you DJ's are lettin the program directors handcuff you and sit there and tell you how to mix?! YOU FUCKIN ROBOTS! FUCK Y'ALL!!! [Guru] Real talk, serious thoughts True and livin with a youthful vengeance, yo [Primo: "Trust me, I'm as live as it gets"] [Guru] At times I feel like my back's against the wall And if y'all ain't with me, then it's me against y'all I stand my ground, that's what I was taught While others stand around, I hold it down like a fort In the midst of war, I find peace within Run, lock your doors, don't let the beast get in The mind is a terrible thing to waste I show love cause it's a terrible thing to hate Of course I want money, but I won't compromise Y'all don't realize, think I won't bomb you guys? With the truth nigga, stop misleadin the youth nigga Too many wakes and funerals, that's the proof nigga Our hood's in danger, kids need guidance You keep lyin, still the young keep dyin As I walk through the valley I fear none, yes I'm the chairman Here with my nigga Premier son And we came to change the game We represent the pain that's real talk, what's y'all claim to fame? Rappers simply tracin flows and chasin hoes Frontin mad hard, that shit's amazin yo Producers makin Tinkerbell beats for them to rhyme on Their ass if they get on the same stage that I'm on Our shit be rugged, like the New York streets Make the wrong move stupid then you lose your seat Cats be buyin up |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
Aiyyo, what the FUCK is this shit that y'all are listenin to
nowadays on the radio man? You call that shit hip-hop? THAT'S SOME FAGGOT BITCH SHIT Y'ALL ARE LISTENIN TO! All you DJ's are lettin the program directors handcuff you and sit there and tell you how to mix?! YOU FUCKIN ROBOTS! FUCK Y'ALL!!! [Guru] Real talk, serious thoughts True and livin with a youthful vengeance, yo [Primo: "Trust me, I'm as live as it gets"] [Guru] At times I feel like my back's against the wall And if y'all ain't with me, then it's me against y'all I stand my ground, that's what I was taught While others stand around, I hold it down like a fort In the midst of war, I find peace within Run, lock your doors, don't let the beast get in The mind is a terrible thing to waste I show love cause it's a terrible thing to hate Of course I want money, but I won't compromise Y'all don't realize, think I won't bomb you guys? With the truth nigga, stop misleadin the youth nigga Too many wakes and funerals, that's the proof nigga Our hood's in danger, kids need guidance You keep lyin, still the young keep dyin As I walk through the valley I fear none, yes I'm the chairman Here with my nigga Premier son And we came to change the game We represent the pain that's real talk, what's y'all claim to fame? Rappers simply tracin flows and chasin hoes Frontin mad hard, that shit's amazin yo Producers makin Tinkerbell beats for them to rhyme on Their ass if they get on the same stage that I'm on Our shit be rugged, like the New York streets Make the wrong move stupid then you lose your seat Cats be buyin up |
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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 - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
[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 - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
[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 - 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 - 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 - The Ownerz (2003)
Just a nice girl, in the wrong place Just a nice nice girl, in the wrong place [Guru] What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? You wanna take my chips I wanna take you on trips So you can help me get my won Go ahead try it for me here's the story of my money I'm the owner and I do more than bone you Maybe help you in fam like Princeton Apollonia You looking right I see you hooking the night But something about you got me pushing up tight Do that dance like Aphrodite cause you mighty Might be the trick that make me trip just slightly Your eyes twist and your breast acts on times as hitten If it ain't love it is thuggish just smithen I'm felling on ya like I'm reading your aura So, and I hope that I can see you tomorrow Remembering your face like this And be chased like this What you doing in a place like this? [Chorus: Boy Big] Just a nice girl, in the wrong place And I think I'm getting you in a major way Just a nice girl, in the wrong place yeahyeahyeah Whatcha doin in a place like this? [Guru] What's a nice girl like you doing here like this? busting your heels like this, I know you feel like shit And you feel like calling it quits, but you need that dough Paying for school I can see that yo You're intelligent similar to Angelo I'm understanding you, I got big plans for you Your (?) got you going places You chasing money, ain't no funny faces You s-serious, just delirious You like your little outfit, I like the way you wear it You say your last man was too jealous Your too young to settle down, girl I let you tell 'em You're not a video chick not a groupie Just an ambitious young woman with juicy lips Remembering your face like this And be chased like this What you doing in a place like this [Chorus] [Guru] What's a nice lady doing i |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
Just a nice girl, in the wrong place Just a nice nice girl, in the wrong place
[Guru] What′s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? You wanna take my chips I wanna take you on trips So you can help me get my won Go ahead try it for me here′s the story of my money I′m the owner and I do more than bone you Maybe help you in fam like Princeton Apollonia You looking right I see you hooking the night But something about you got me pushing up tight Do that dance like Aphrodite cause you mighty Might be the trick that make me trip just slightly Your eyes twist and your breast acts on times as hitten If it ain′t love it is thuggish just smithen I′m felling on ya like I′m reading your aura So, and I hope that I can see you tomorrow Remembering your face like this And be chased like this What you doing in a place like this? [Chorus: Boy Big] Just a nice girl, in the wrong place And I think I′m getting you in a major way Just a nice girl, in the wrong place yeahyeahyeah Whatcha doin in a place like this? [Guru] What′s a nice girl like you doing here like this? busting your heels like this, I know you feel like shit And you feel like calling it quits, but you need that dough Paying for school I can see that yo You′re intelligent similar to Angelo I′m understanding you, I got big plans for you Your (?) got you going places You chasing money, ain′t no funny faces You s-serious, just delirious You like your little outfit, I like the way you wear it You say your last man was too jealous Your too young to settle down, girl I let you tell ′em You′re not a video chick not a groupie Just an ambitious young woman with juicy lips Remembering your face like this And be chased like this What you doing in a place like this [Chorus] [Guru] What′s a nice lady doing i |
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