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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 Guru - Jazzmatazz Vol.2[Mid Price] (1995)
(feat. Big Shug, Kool Keith, Patra)
[Patra] Yah this is the real vibes OK? To all the man and the 'oman dem out there This the word The original jazz and the reggae vibe Yah watch this ([Shug] Young ladies, fly ladies, young ladies in the house) Yah this is Patra the Queen of the Dancehall Teamin up with Guru, of course ([Shug] Young ladies, fly ladies, young ladies in the house) Bad bad by law, you know say you're da numba won Trust me.. watch dis! [Guru] Come on take a ride with the lyrical five foot eight And three-quarter warrior; I saw you pass me in the corridor POW -- the eye to eye contact was all that (AY) I dug your little steelo, fine, you dug mine You want my digits? I'm with it (take it) You could ring me up whenever, whatever's clever (ONE time) [Big Shug] Stroll your way, you know you want me (BO!) So bring your game over here to the bar You know you wanna sit and hang with the star Maybe get a new house -- and a BRAND, NEW, CAR! (a-hah-HAH) But +The Price Ain't Right+ Cause I ain't your size baby, and I ain't your type [Kool Keith] Check it Your honey's fly, but she wants me, I'm all that She's perpetratin like she never even heard the record Or saw the video, or heard the loudspeakers You got the TV, your whole family did see me ([Shug] Young ladies, fly ladies, young ladies in the house) Kool Keith in the house with Shug and Guru Primetime jazz and limousines gettin to you ([Shug] Young ladies, fly ladies, young ladies in the house) [Patra] Okay.. check dis baby.. way up top 'bove [Guru] Baby you look good in that dress Let's get out of here and take it back to my rest I don't think I'm bein too forward Would I like to break out right now? Yeah I sure would (ah-hah) I dig the way you be lookin at me I dig your confidence, you want me, it's evident (trust me) [Big Shug] My man told me that you like me You wanna write me, cause you heard I have a wifey But I'm on some mo' straight up stuff I get witchu and probably spend a little while Somewhere in the park after dark Incognito, that's how I flow [Kool Keith] Well I'm here for you, are you there, where? Takin peeks, and sneakin winks, whatever brotherman thinks You on a mission, for famous people in position Holdin in your love, admirin what I'm doin Gettin through in, time and time She follows us backstage.. yeah.. [Patra] First day, guess what Guru said to me Dark and lovely, how could you be It is right for me Because, whiny whiny, me whiny sexy All de man dem, just-a rush me.. [Guru] Check it out The time is right, you hold me tight (my love) In the twilight, away from the spotlight We can explore mysteries that last all night (trust me) Nobody has to know but us Honey you know I'm the man Baby for you I got big plans (eh eh) [Big Shug] You say I'm just a lonely man (no more) But tomorrow I'll be your King, the ruffneck swing You know me from my name on the streets You wanna be with me, it's easy to see Since you kissed me on the cheek Now you wanna be my everyday freak (hah hah!) [Kool Keith] Lookin at me, my man and him, my man and him Champagne pop, don't waste time, you can get with him (MEOW) We got some drinks, you lookin at the fine wine Eye contact is on, all I see is sihlouette Sheer plastic, freaky so fantastic (it's like dat) I wanna touch it, see if it's real True at heart, I wanna see how you really feel Take off your mask and reveal [Patra] Tell dem come wind Only if you can make her feel fine Y'know.. because.. Eyes are watchin me Every single step I take Eyes are watchin me They are countin my mistake, JUMP Him up and now dey flip the script pon cha chill Steppin to you like medicated thrills Dey can not wait come in from it his eyes ANYthing not lay ya to smile ya analyze, BO! I was born inna ruff neighborhood Steppin up in light, now it feels good No one is gonna stop me, no matta what dem say An' if I'm da rockin, then I must DJ, cause Eyes are watchin me Every single step I take Eyes are watchin me They are countin Guru mista-ake Eyes are watchin me True me nice and me love come wind And me both love mashin Eyes are watchin me They love Queen Patra, cause I earn it an' Guru and all-stars, ya large, inna dance And the stars of reggae music, they LARGE The original niceness And Patra never the one to front, okay? [fades out] |
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from Guru - Jazzmatazz, Vol. II: The New Reality (2003)
(feat. Big Shug, Kool Keith, Patra)
[Patra] Yah this is the real vibes OK? To all the man and the 'oman dem out there This the word The original jazz and the reggae vibe Yah watch this ([Shug] Young ladies, fly ladies, young ladies in the house) Yah this is Patra the Queen of the Dancehall Teamin up with Guru, of course ([Shug] Young ladies, fly ladies, young ladies in the house) Bad bad by law, you know say you're da numba won Trust me.. watch dis! [Guru] Come on take a ride with the lyrical five foot eight And three-quarter warrior; I saw you pass me in the corridor POW -- the eye to eye contact was all that (AY) I dug your little steelo, fine, you dug mine You want my digits? I'm with it (take it) You could ring me up whenever, whatever's clever (ONE time) [Big Shug] Stroll your way, you know you want me (BO!) So bring your game over here to the bar You know you wanna sit and hang with the star Maybe get a new house -- and a BRAND, NEW, CAR! (a-hah-HAH) But +The Price Ain't Right+ Cause I ain't your size baby, and I ain't your type [Kool Keith] Check it Your honey's fly, but she wants me, I'm all that She's perpetratin like she never even heard the record Or saw the video, or heard the loudspeakers You got the TV, your whole family did see me ([Shug] Young ladies, fly ladies, young ladies in the house) Kool Keith in the house with Shug and Guru Primetime jazz and limousines gettin to you ([Shug] Young ladies, fly ladies, young ladies in the house) [Patra] Okay.. check dis baby.. way up top 'bove [Guru] Baby you look good in that dress Let's get out of here and take it back to my rest I don't think I'm bein too forward Would I like to break out right now? Yeah I sure would (ah-hah) I dig the way you be lookin at me I dig your confidence, you want me, it's evident (trust me) [Big Shug] My man told me that you like me You wanna write me, cause you heard I have a wifey But I'm on some mo' straight up stuff I get witchu and probably spend a little while Somewhere in the park after dark Incognito, that's how I flow [Kool Keith] Well I'm here for you, are you there, where? Takin peeks, and sneakin winks, whatever brotherman thinks You on a mission, for famous people in position Holdin in your love, admirin what I'm doin Gettin through in, time and time She follows us backstage.. yeah.. [Patra] First day, guess what Guru said to me Dark and lovely, how could you be It is right for me Because, whiny whiny, me whiny sexy All de man dem, just-a rush me.. [Guru] Check it out The time is right, you hold me tight (my love) In the twilight, away from the spotlight We can explore mysteries that last all night (trust me) Nobody has to know but us Honey you know I'm the man Baby for you I got big plans (eh eh) [Big Shug] You say I'm just a lonely man (no more) But tomorrow I'll be your King, the ruffneck swing You know me from my name on the streets You wanna be with me, it's easy to see Since you kissed me on the cheek Now you wanna be my everyday freak (hah hah!) [Kool Keith] Lookin at me, my man and him, my man and him Champagne pop, don't waste time, you can get with him (MEOW) We got some drinks, you lookin at the fine wine Eye contact is on, all I see is sihlouette Sheer plastic, freaky so fantastic (it's like dat) I wanna touch it, see if it's real True at heart, I wanna see how you really feel Take off your mask and reveal [Patra] Tell dem come wind Only if you can make her feel fine Y'know.. because.. Eyes are watchin me Every single step I take Eyes are watchin me They are countin my mistake, JUMP Him up and now dey flip the script pon cha chill Steppin to you like medicated thrills Dey can not wait come in from it his eyes ANYthing not lay ya to smile ya analyze, BO! I was born inna ruff neighborhood Steppin up in light, now it feels good No one is gonna stop me, no matta what dem say An' if I'm da rockin, then I must DJ, cause Eyes are watchin me Every single step I take Eyes are watchin me They are countin Guru mista-ake Eyes are watchin me True me nice and me love come wind And me both love mashin Eyes are watchin me They love Queen Patra, cause I earn it an' Guru and all-stars, ya large, inna dance And the stars of reggae music, they LARGE The original niceness And Patra never the one to front, okay? [fades out] |
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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)
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)
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 Guru - Jazzmatazz III: Streetsoul (2000)
These distraught thoughts of a single mother in a homeless shelter About pain and heartache, ain't nothing you can tell her The case worker says that she should find a job But does this worker know what kind of jobs that there are? Degrading things like cleaning up people's vomit For a little bit of dough, and plus your brain gets nothing from it I'm smarter than that this girl thinks to herself I'm worth more than that, she thinks to herself She pours a drink for herself while she stares out the window This guy says he got work for her, maybe she should go to him yo The money's good, and plus he'll dress her up nice She left her baby's daddy cuz he beat her up twice She don't really like sex But she hates welfare checks And where there's money, that's where she thinks there's respect And what's this girl's purpose? Will she self-destruct? When this sisters about to go down, who's there to help her up? (Les Nubians singing Chorus) [Guru] These distraught thoughts of a young man in a rooming house This messed up life, this poverty, he could do without But what options does he have when all hope is gone? A brother gotta eat, plus all the Henny and all the smoke is gone All it takes is one quick stick Gotta fill his belly now, which vic should he pick? He does his dirt all by his lonely, forget his homies He doesn't fell like splitting any loot, them suckas be acting phony So much potential but all gone to waste Now he lurks in night, with a loaded gun on his waist Too late for this lost soul, his life's in a chokehold Mentality is weak, and doing crime is all he knows Never caring who he hurts, as long as he's taking money Forget an education, and legal ways of making money And what's this kid's purpose? Will he self-destruct? When a brother's about to go down, who's there to help him up? (Les Nubians singing Chorus) [Guru] Who's there for my people on the streets? (Who's there? Who's there?) Who's there for my people who got nothing to eat? (Who's there? Who's there?) They build more prisons, and close down schools Who's there to teach the children the golden rules?(Who's there? Who's there?) Who's there for my people in the streets?(Who's there? Who's there?) Who's there for my people who got nothing to eat?(Who's there? Who's there?) They break our family, neglect the elderly Who's there to bring a cure? Where's the remedy?(Who's there? Who's there?) (Les Nubians signing) |
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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 Guru - Jazzmatazz III: Streetsoul (2000)
Guru:
Whassup sweetheart? Of course you're always lookin the part Plus I love to see your body sihlouette in the dark Hold me down ma, stick around ma Cause I always got your back f'real, so how that sound ma? It's strictly plush, wanna ride in the six with us Get with us, kick it on some fly shit with us I've travelled across the world And I've unravelled the thoughts, of many pretty girls I be the one they wanna talk to My conversation so stimulatin, they wanna sparkle And I could never approach you with the same old game I know you don't wanna hook up, with the same old lame You know my voice, you know my name From, Brooklyn to Spain, always tight when I'm hookin a dame I like brains and beauty, your total package may move me If you choose me then it's only my duty Big Shug: To all my ladies, to all my mamies To all my sugars, I said where you at? To all my sugars, to all my sweeties To all my honies, I said where you at? Hey mami, let's swing an episode You upon your back or your toes, near your earlobes Now your middle exposin ecstasy I'm just happier the fact that you layin here next to me Let's take a trip on the low to Acapulco To see the pretty women with the sexy toes I got a fetish for your toes girl, plus behind closed doors You're hot and sexy, like a showgirl I heard you stretch that body like plastic Bring it on baby, let me peep the asstastics No need to sweat you, already been chosen I could be no harder if my whole body was frozen I'ma rub you down with body butter If you feelin that scratch your name in my back I'ma do what Shug got to do, and I Promise you that I cum, way after you, after you To all my ladies, to all my mamies To all my sugars, I said where you at? To all my sugars, to all my sweeties To all my honies, I said where you at? To all my ladies (Get your dough right) To all my mamies (Get your flows tight) To all my sugars (Get your toes tight) I said where you at? (Aight?) To all my sugars (Get your dough right) to all my sweeties (Get your flows tight) To all my honies (Get your toes tight) I said where you at? (Aight?) |
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from Guru - Jazzmatazz, Vol.1 (1993)
(feat. N'Dea Davenport)
[Guru] Uhh, yeah you're something else You know I love it when you're near me, you're near me [N'Dea] I like the vibe I get from you babe I get, from you And it's your style that I like too babe That I like, too I like it when you're near Speak to me in my ear Come closer over here [Guru] Please, give me more, I need it I want it You can see I'm all up on it So can you come up for a second baby, second baby [N'Dea] You and me, can be so free You inspire, to take me HIGHER I want you now, to show me how To relax me, and light my fire [Guru] If I tell you that your touch is precious Would you not forget this, would your heart protect us? Endless, are my emotions for you, heh I guess that's why I do the things I do, I do [N'Dea] Your look is definitely tempting I want to, seduce I know things I wanna do to you babe I want, to prove I like it when you're near Speak to me in my ear Come closer over here [Guru] Lady where you goin, let me kick it to you Cause lately I've been wantin to get closer to you And I think you get the message love, message love [N'Dea] You and me, can be so free You inspire, to take me HIGHER I want you now, to show me how To relax me, and light my fire You and me, can be so free You inspire, to take me HIGHER I want you now, to show me how To relax me, and light my fire [Guru] You're brilliant, no I can't conceal it, I feel it The signals that I get from you, tell me you're with it And I'm gonna wine and dine and romance ya Take the chance to let you know that I dig ya I figure, that my time won't be wasted The way I'm gonna kiss your lips, yo I can taste it It's not about just hittin the skins It's your style, your vibe, SEEN? [N'Dea] I like it when you're near Speak to me in my ear Come closer over here [Guru] Wait wait wait I wanna talk to you a minute love I'm sayin, I'm not lyin about lovin you [N'Dea] You and me, can be so free You inspire, to take me HIGHER I want you now, to show me how To relax me, and light my fire You and me, can be so free You inspire, to take me HIGHER I want you now, to show me how To relax me, and light my fire I like the vibe you're givin me babe (I like the vibe when you're near me baby) I like the vibe you're givin me babe (I like the vibe when you're near me baby) I like the vibe you're givin me babe (I like the vibe when you're near me baby) I like the vibe you're givin me babe (I like the vibe when you're near me baby) I like the vibe you're givin me babe (I like the vibe when you're near me baby) I like the vibe you're givin me babe (I like the vibe when you're near me baby) I like the vibe you're givin me babe (I like the vibe when you're near me baby) I like the vibe you're givin me babe.. |
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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 Guru - Jazz Matazzmixx (1998)
Coming with the realness lyrics of life
Some people need to watch what they say Watch what you're saying Someone's gonna hear exactly what you said Soon you'll be paying in the dead of night They'll be nowhere to run while you were laying Laying for the doom that's coming to a head, no kind of praying Is gonna save us from the past that will surely come Warning, rappers be like boring they're sleeping It's deep man, so peep in closely when I'm speaking Weaklings, it's obvious you can't like up to Your petty pointless words, yet and still you love to Run off your jibs, now there come a time for judgment Punishment, what if we take away your ornaments And strip you down to the raw deal then I'd reveal the evidence 'Cause you don't really represent Watch what you're saying Someone's gonna hear exactly what you said Soon you'll be paying in the dead of night They'll be nowhere to run while you were laying Laying for the doom that's coming to a head, no kind of praying Is gonna save us from the past that will surely come Listen here, I'm getting tired of you shooting lip You better tighten up or you will really slip up And say something that you mean to do Turn around and it'll be on you To save yourself from your call and blunder And bury your [unverified] like the world it's under And like a fool you'll sit and wonder What, who do you wanna know? Wish no water No magic spell can save you from your self made hell You've made your bed and you know darn well You got a lay it in the [unverified] and there's no magic potion To save you from the wheels you've set in motion The stone is cut, the die is cast, what were you thinking? Watch what you're saying Someone's gonna hear exactly what you said Soon you'll be paying in the dead of night They'll be nowhere to run while you were laying Laying for the doom that's coming to a head, no kind of praying Is gonna save us from the past that will surely come I can't understand it, they should ban it, can it? Too much weak talk and not enough real hip-hop I sense a purpose is filling me to display credibility And show responsibility, willingly I'll take on any Johnny Dangerous Pull his file, for he knows, he cannot hang with this The illest king, I smack the jokers No hocus pocus, a real MC when I kick vocals Watch what you're saying Someone's gonna hear exactly what you said Soon you'll be paying in the dead of night They'll be nowhere to run while you were laying Laying for the doom that's coming to a head, no kind of praying Is gonna save us from the past that will surely come |
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from Guru - Baldhead Slick & Da Click (2001)
(feat. Fatal, New Child, Young Gotti)
[New Child] One, Morgan Isle two, Morgan Isle three Eh Yo, check it I'm about to black out, pull the mack out, blow your back out New Child, niggaz sick wit it, I've been spit it Realest shit I ever wrote, left ya niggaz starvin and craze Like Johnny I blaze Life a nigga robbin' a case East Harlem on that ass, starving for that cash Morph city mash Nigga you get smashed Outlaw Immortal lifeline Only niggaz doin it right Call my name and you die tonight Give a fuck about the future, Grim Reaper call a coward to hell Murder one living out on bail And I don't give a fuck about y'all, faggot niggaz blowing they brains From going insane Me, I keep inflicting the pain See your soul rise, skip town wit four pows Four life guys, wit .45 that's no lie Block to block, I'm sho shock Niggaz know not to ever in they life approach me Cause yo, I'm a killa for rilla, my nilla This is binge rap, savage niggaz sticking out they chest, like revel You want war then lets do it, get right in to it Fuck the lolly game, body bags and dust floor War tactics [Guru] War tactics Ignorant motherfuckers get they ass kicked I got it mastered, ya basterd Word the dirty Way past 7:30 ya hazard Don't wanna see heaven early I study fire Plus I got 11 worthy calibers Word tha Mack Step in the arena, I'ma have'ta hurt ya black Now ya hurt, by the way that you act For your bitch ass image, I can't believe why they pay you that Try to ignore me, I'ma get gory and straight pay you back Like the Ying and the Yang *gunshot* Click and the bang I'm sick and deranged And I came with a new team, to set it on your record and you quickly changed I'ma parlay after a hard day of schooling suckers And the like the groupon say Kill you stupid motherfuckers I don't trust ya If I don't know ya, disarm ya man and cold body blow ya War tactics [Chorus:] [New Child] War Tactics [Fatal War] Tactics [Guru War] Tactics [James Gotti] War Tactics [New Child] War Tactics [Fatal] War Tactics [Guru] War Tactics [DJ Scratching] [New] Child War Tactics [Fatal] War Tactics (War) [Guru] War Tactics [James Gotti] War Tactics [New Child] War Tactics [Fatal] War Tactics [Guru] War Tactics [DJ Scratching] [James Gotti] Yo, yo. I'm hot. I carry heat like I walk wit the sun When I speak, bullets shoot I talk wit my gun Yo man lie wit you Planning hits, spying wit you, get high wit you Beef, yo ride wit you, that nigga cry wit you He is when my nine hits you If he standing by wit you, his ass gonna die wit you He dwelled wit 'em, so I shoot em he felt wit them Tail split them, jail flipped 'em, empty my shells in 'em, they well hit 'em Bullet jing wit bell in 'em Let my eternal spell get em Watch em burn in hell wit em My ammo, best chosen to take out my best opponent Guaranteed to rip your vest open and leave your flesh smoking Yo vest open, wit blood to your chest swollen I'm erect chokin, squeeze till yo neck broken My gun, my clip, my bullet we all like rough When I shoot you gonna fall like the season after summer [Fatal] I'm forced to step up, when death crep up My diamonds shine for any kind that wanna try to get they rep' up Two in place, hit em, get em, make em bounce for 'Pac and Yak Amerikkkaz most wanted Now the feds wanna jock a lot Nigga, this the Outlawz; ain't nobody holding us back They cancel shows They knowing we explode on tracks Abusive Come find the firearms for this new shit Get thirty different names and get Kadafi, still can't do shit I serve ya clique Ya Mack I got the urge to spit Ya never heard of this shit Verbally I'm murderous They broke us up and they broke us slanging coke like a loc'ster I see death around the corner, with two nines in my holster The cognac sipper big barrels by my zipper And I ain't trying to miss ya when I'm tipsy of the liquor I'm controversial, you overrated like Herschel I refuse to go commercial They say patience is the virtue I can't help if my squad up against all odds After shows you get robbed, for my niggaz that died I run ya town like Emmett, only 5 minute tenet Outlaw general, I'm Makaveli lieutenant War tactics [Chorus] |
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from Guru - Baldhead Slick & Da Click (2001)
(feat. Ice-T, Suspectz)
[short movie sample] [Chorus: Guru] We got underground connections, the best ones No stress son, come test son, you'll get done When you be stickin out your chest son Underground connections, the best ones Come test son, you'll get done So don't be stickin out your chest son [Ice-T] So many thugs niggaz rappin bout they saw me sellin crack again Catch me at the Hard Rock, ballin at the MGM Fuckin it all, I blow a million on craps Done spent a million on straps, so I'm heavily heated Never had a bitch on yo' dick kid, though I know you need it Mia keeps the mega hoes and hookers, you can't count the amount And kid them extra bitches in your video don't count I never lied on a record, I put that on my son If my niggaz caught me frontin, they've cut out my tongue Well connected baby bitch nigga, ya can't run far My riders know where the little and the big cribs are It ain't the funds ya got, but how long ya got it It ain't the guns ya got, but how much ya shot it I'll look you deep in your eyes like I ain't never done a record Step up all on ya bitch and have the hooker butt-nekkid With the "knock-the-tooth-out-nigga", "blow-the-roof-out-nigga" "Fuck-the-cops-with-thirty-men-and-shootout-nigga" If I was as hard as you sound, I'd be stuck deep in the hole Still when I mobs in the club, I have ya tuckin ya gold Grabbin ya hoes, lookin for emergency do's Endin the shows, bodies on the disco flo's [Chorus] [Sonny Blade] Yo, yo As far as it go, fuck with fams, it's kilos to grams The circumstance, the way it's goin down, accordin to plan This gangsta hit, pissed off, Bacardi and shit Run the streets, bodying shit, anybody you wit Thinkin I'm Gotti and shit, fuck with anyone of them bitches you wit Pushin a six-hundred, wrist flooded with chips For those that don't know G, this nigga Sonny keeps it funky I bet my life on it, you niggaz don't want it Spittin thirty-thirty, pushin J30's, you niggaz ain't worthy Across the county, my Suspect niggaz surround me Come off it - fuckin ya bitch, whoever's closest I know about the dru-dugs, safe behind the portrait Crazy bank, livin it up, to make an estate You ballin now, face down on the fuckin floor now Sonny Blade got this hits locked down for days I got the guns up, ready to run up startin my blaze [Chorus] [Older Don] Yo, Suspectz, lock down blocks, run up in spots Fuck the cops, swervin on a belt in the drop Bad bitch, rubbin my cock, one hand on the glock And I can't stop, won't stop, until I get it get it Done shitted, called beef and dealt wit it So forget it homes, Older Don is fully blown Southbeach, buggy-eyed Jag, sittin on chrome Freaked off, like the illest porn Pour heat, quick to swarm We can get it on from dusk 'til dawn Flows hot, your's lukewarm - Flex gonna drop the bomb See the tattoos ingraved in the arm, this shit is gangsta... [Chorus] [Guru] Underground rap king baby, word up, I'm here to reign Potential victims know my rep, they fear the pain Emcees think they runnin things cuz they wear the chains Still get third degree burns from the severe flames Ain't nuttin changed kid, I still walk with a bop While you wanna be punks, be lookin awkward a lot Cuz I make the spot hotter than the cops on your block Cuz some of y'all are worse than bitches, and be talkin a lot Cuz you still don't understand that I'm iller than y'all And it ain't just because I know more killers than y'all But because I know that half of y'all ain't willin to brawl See me, I'm quick to start it with you chicken-hearted Fake hustlers, phony gangsters, where'd you get your part at? Some flick that you watched, or some legend you swept Let's talk about some real shit, cuz there's paper to get Time to turn this respect into cash and major checks From NYC to Cali, flip the dough and invest With my Underground Connect, Iceberg pass the tec Only run with street soldiers and no pussy cadets Cop millinneum jewels and you still shop for bagettes [Chorus] Straight like that... ha Baldhead Slick.. Ice-T.. The Suspectz Underground Connections baby... |
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from Guru - Jazz Matazzmixx (1998)
(feat. N'Dea Davenport)
[N'Dea] I wanna trust you baby I wanna trust you baby Wanna trust you baby (trust me, I love you) I wanna trust you baby (trust me, I need you) I wanna trust you baby (trust me, I want you) Wanna trust you babe (trust me) Trust me, I love you Trust me, I need you Trust me, I want you Trust me.. [Guru] Baby why don'tcha, honey why won'tcha Accept the fact that it's not just the knack That I care, so please let me share Special moments, moments so rare Check it out, if I could give you the world, you know I'd do it Everything at your feet - ain't nothin to it But it's hard sweetheart, and it's rough out here But I doubt there, is anybody else for me [N'Dea] Trust me, I love you Trust me, I need you Trust me, I want you Trust me.. Trust me, I love you Trust me, I need you Trust me, I want you Trust me.. [Guru] Mmm the things I feel, they are for real I'm past the point of dwellin, on the sex appeal Mad chicks sweat me, but I desire your womanness Dude sweats you, but I'm the best Listen, we could build a future together No doll and I would never soup you ever, never I'm buggin out, over the thought of you leavin Tried to step to you, but now you're retreatin [N'Dea] Trust me, I love you Trust me, I need you Trust me, I want you Trust me.. Trust me, I love you Trust me, I need you Trust me, I want you Trust me.. I do believe you do care To tell you the truth, I am scared Some freaky people out there You know? Trust me, I love you Trust me, I need you Trust me, I want you Trust me.. [Guru] I sent you flowers and, I sat for hours and Contemplated, the state of our affairs and I find there Is no way out I'm in a love lock The funny thing about it I don't wanna even stop, so [N'Dea] Trust me, I love you Trust me, I need you Trust me, I want you Trust me.. Trust me, I love you Trust me, I need you Trust me, I want you Trust me.. [Guru] So now you know the flavor It's not about the stuff I gave ya And my behavior is based on strong Feelings I have, of you and me, it's like a bond A treasure, not to be corny but word I wanna give you all the joy that you deserve I know we argue, sometimes I start to annoy you But we should never ever, try to destroy two Hearts joined, intertwined with a passion Give me a chance love, that's all I'm askin And furthermore, you can be sure that I'll do Every little thing you need, yes it's true I'm not desperate, but I'm the one for you [N'Dea] Trust me, I love you Trust me, I need you Trust me, I want you Trust me.. Trust me, I love you Trust me, I need you Trust me, I want you Trust me.. Love is so risky y'know I want you to do and show Me all of you openly Honestly.. I wanna trust you baby (trust me, I love you) I wanna trust you baby (trust me, I need you) I wanna trust you baby (trust me, I want you) I wanna trust you baby (trust me) I wanna trust you baby (trust me, I love you) I wanna trust you baby (trust me, I need you) I wanna trust you baby (trust me, I want you) I wanna trust you baby (trust me) I wanna trust you baby (trust me, I love you) I wanna trust you baby (trust me, I need you) I wanna trust you baby (trust me, I want you) Wanna trust you babe (trust me) I wanna trust you baby I wanna trust you baby I wanna trust you baby.. |
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from Guru - Jazzmatazz, Vol.1 (1993)
(feat. N'Dea Davenport)
[N'Dea] I wanna trust you baby I wanna trust you baby Wanna trust you baby (trust me, I love you) I wanna trust you baby (trust me, I need you) I wanna trust you baby (trust me, I want you) Wanna trust you babe (trust me) Trust me, I love you Trust me, I need you Trust me, I want you Trust me.. [Guru] Baby why don'tcha, honey why won'tcha Accept the fact that it's not just the knack That I care, so please let me share Special moments, moments so rare Check it out, if I could give you the world, you know I'd do it Everything at your feet - ain't nothin to it But it's hard sweetheart, and it's rough out here But I doubt there, is anybody else for me [N'Dea] Trust me, I love you Trust me, I need you Trust me, I want you Trust me.. Trust me, I love you Trust me, I need you Trust me, I want you Trust me.. [Guru] Mmm the things I feel, they are for real I'm past the point of dwellin, on the sex appeal Mad chicks sweat me, but I desire your womanness Dude sweats you, but I'm the best Listen, we could build a future together No doll and I would never soup you ever, never I'm buggin out, over the thought of you leavin Tried to step to you, but now you're retreatin [N'Dea] Trust me, I love you Trust me, I need you Trust me, I want you Trust me.. Trust me, I love you Trust me, I need you Trust me, I want you Trust me.. I do believe you do care To tell you the truth, I am scared Some freaky people out there You know? Trust me, I love you Trust me, I need you Trust me, I want you Trust me.. [Guru] I sent you flowers and, I sat for hours and Contemplated, the state of our affairs and I find there Is no way out I'm in a love lock The funny thing about it I don't wanna even stop, so [N'Dea] Trust me, I love you Trust me, I need you Trust me, I want you Trust me.. Trust me, I love you Trust me, I need you Trust me, I want you Trust me.. [Guru] So now you know the flavor It's not about the stuff I gave ya And my behavior is based on strong Feelings I have, of you and me, it's like a bond A treasure, not to be corny but word I wanna give you all the joy that you deserve I know we argue, sometimes I start to annoy you But we should never ever, try to destroy two Hearts joined, intertwined with a passion Give me a chance love, that's all I'm askin And furthermore, you can be sure that I'll do Every little thing you need, yes it's true I'm not desperate, but I'm the one for you [N'Dea] Trust me, I love you Trust me, I need you Trust me, I want you Trust me.. Trust me, I love you Trust me, I need you Trust me, I want you Trust me.. Love is so risky y'know I want you to do and show Me all of you openly Honestly.. I wanna trust you baby (trust me, I love you) I wanna trust you baby (trust me, I need you) I wanna trust you baby (trust me, I want you) I wanna trust you baby (trust me) I wanna trust you baby (trust me, I love you) I wanna trust you baby (trust me, I need you) I wanna trust you baby (trust me, I want you) I wanna trust you baby (trust me) I wanna trust you baby (trust me, I love you) I wanna trust you baby (trust me, I need you) I wanna trust you baby (trust me, I want you) Wanna trust you babe (trust me) I wanna trust you baby I wanna trust you baby I wanna trust you baby.. |
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from Guru - Jazzmatazz, Vol.1 (1993)
(feat. Branford Marsalis)
"Watch the closing doors!" [cut and scratched x4] [Guru] Right now I'm gonna take you for a ride Hold on tight, so you don't slip or slide This train is packed, you don't get no seat, yup You gotta stand on your tired feet Where we goin don't worry, you'll be there in a hurry But you better watch you pockets cause the thieves work quickly This is a New York transit thing Don't wear too much gold and hide your diamond rings And don't smile at anyone Cause people out here, they like to travel with handguns You say you like this trip, well are you sure? You better step lively, and watch the Watch the closing doors "Watch the closing doors!" [cut and scratched x3] [Guru] Here we go, as we ride, through the underground Coming from Uptown, taking you downtown Headed for Brooklyn, Brooklyn the planet Somebody stinks in here - I hope you can stand it! Homeless people everywhere holdin cups for change And if you don't have none, they may look at you strange But this is all part of the scene And yo check those kids cause they're startin to scheme See them lookin at you up and down? Oh yeah they can tell, that you're somebody from out of town Think they won't harm you? Well they might And that ain't right, but everyday is like a fight "Watch the closing doors!" [cut and scratched x6] [Guru] Ah ahh, ahh ahh ahh I can't quit, I gotta do what I must Cause I can take you on a ride with the lyrics I bust Cause I'm a master, try to diss and I'll blast ya Any wack MC that steps up, is gettin plastered Straight against the wall, cause I don't stall I give em drama and trauma, til they all fall And for those who don't know, about the city life It's where we take no pity, and the kiddies are trife Takin the train is just part of it The next stop is Brooklyn, you're comin to the heart of it You never know what will occur So just keep to yourself and watch the closing doors "Step lively" [cut and scratched x3] "and uhh" "Watch the closing doors!" [cut and scratched x2] [Guru] Yeah B-R-double-O-K-L-Y-N New York City Takin you on a transit ride with my man Branford And I'm out |
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from Guru - Version 7.0 The Street Scriptures (2005)
It's yo man Guru. Building right now in the lab
With the god Solar. Tuning you in like so not Tracking you down. Niggaz tried to dome my shine But now my shit is crazy bucked up [Chorus] It's gettin all, too dark to see. Too dark to see, what I need to be. And you know I can't use it any more. We need the streets to peace. [x2] [Verse 1] Fake friends tried to keep me down, life tried to beat me down I bounced back nigga, and nothing can defeat me now The game had me twisted, angry and upset About to take it all risk it, crash and burn like a jet But I live for this, yes I was made for this I acrificed for this, and there is nothing I would trade for this So every ghetto I walk through, every person I talk to Could feel me, bringing life like I ought to [Chorus] It's gettin all, too dark to see. Too dark to see, what I need to be. And you know I can't use it any more. We need the streets to peace It's gettin all, too dark to see. Too dark to see, what I need to be. And you know I can't use it any more. The fights, the mic, my life [Verse 2] See I'm a strong man, you try to play me I'm the wrong man And when I spit, it's like smacking you with long hands You can't bury me with jealousy I got soul, watch me move the crowd, check my melody Mysery loves company, that's what they say So all you lame ass niggaz, stay the fuck away Mad rooms filled with snakes waiting to suck my energy They explode at the dust, just another bad memory [Chorus] [Verse 3] I heard it all son, from threats to straight lies Any problems, I'm rolling with vex to take lifes I ain't want it like that, but I be damn If I don't Preserve and protect, and what's a man if he won't That's why right now I'm on the next page boy You don't really want to take it to the next phase boy My struggle prepared me, that's why you all leary You thought you was Bruce Almighty like Jim Carrey [Chorus] |
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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 Guru - Jazzmatazz III: Streetsoul (2000)
This is history right here in the makin
So call this timeless And we're bound to keep your mind elevatin So this here is timeless This is pure original innovation So call this timeless This is somethin to give you inspiration So this here is timeless Timeless, priceless, survive any crisis Born to carry on, now we on just like this It's quite crisp, the way the tune hits your stereo These two brothers right here gettin props, everywhere we go More potent than any herbal essence Ill grooves verbal lessons Dominant, prominant, eternal blessings Never underestimate the weight of the force It's actual, classical, natural resource Plus we manage to tear down and damage Any walls they try to place around us on this planet I never slack I never lack cause I'm your highness And this type of thing right here kid is timeless This is history right here in the makin So call this timeless And we're bound to keep your mind elevatin So this here is timeless This is pure original innovation So call this timeless This is somethin to give you inspiration So this here is timeless Just caught the fresh-cut baldie, my peoples call me Guru, the man, yes the one with all the J-A-Z-Z, Y type essence Deep type lessons, the sun moon crescent Divine perspective, of the life we live Our time is collective, of this music we give Through the errors of our colorful struggle Comes the strength of a people so powerful, so thorough Enough to be diamond-like, despite dirty conditions Check how we put it down, respect this worth rendition Never before, have you felt such energy The flyest combo, so feel our chemistry This is history right here in the makin So call this timeless And we're bound to keep your mind elevatin So this here is timeless This is pure original innovation So call this timeless This is somethin to give you inspiration So this here is timeless Feast your eyes as I uniquely surmise Jazzmatazz represents real deep ties Traditional, almost ritual is my lyrical Soon your spirit will become more concious when you hear it you'll Give it up for our +Streetsoul+ We reach y'all, we're addin on just like a sequel Been down and up, so I'm roundin up Mad troops new recruits O.G.'s and up Me and my right hand man Mr. Hancock make landmarks In foreign terrortories true warriors, stand tough Two livin legends with the gifts of seven Grab your glass as we pour one more sip of heaven This is history right here in the makin So call this timeless And we're bound to keep your mind elevatin So this here is timeless This is pure original innovation So call this timeless This is somethin to give you inspiration So this here is timeless |
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from Guru - Jazzmatazz Vol.2[Mid Price] (1995)
Somethin to motivate to
Somethin to motivate you The more travellin I do The more wise I become I'm the traveler, I go place to place They see my face, then I'm gone I'm the traveler, I go place to place They see my face, then I'm gone Yes the traveler, always on the move (keep it movin baby) Makin power moves, devourin the grooves Goin, city to city with the illest force (aiyyo) Spannin the glove like Wild World of Sports I go to Japan, with plans to slam (aight) I go to Spain and England, with knowledge to bring them (crazy knowledge) I go to Holland, and then to Germany You better learn to see I'll be here for eternity (a long time) I go to Switzerland and travel to Sweden And give the real heads jewels that they needin (droppin jewels) I go to Italy and also to France With the chance to enhance the dance (c'mon) I tore up mad spots doin shows all over I wreck the stage, with East coast flavor (East coast) But I go out West too, and build with my peoples (true) Some can't conceive how I do what I do I'm the traveler, I go place to place They see my face, then I'm gone I'm the traveler, I go place to place They see my face, then I'm gone I'm the traveler, I go place to place They see my face, then I'm gone I'm the traveler, I go place to place They see my face, then I'm gone Around the world and back yo, the steelo is fat yo (huge) From blocks to continents, with mad impact (SMASH) I got it like that, ringin bells in the street Midwest to Down South, I turn it out, kapeesh? (you understand?) Wherever I go, they give it up (uh-huh) They wanna see me on the stage when I rip it up (rip it up) Uptown, downtown, Crooklyn, Queens, Strong Island Bronx, Shaolin, New Jersey, the brothers know I'm worthy (right) Got to get the dough, got to run the show My mental pops the topics when it's time to flow (word) With expertise, I release more techniques than 1200 Style's more than a 100 (mad styles) yes I run it More game than a little, MC's dribble from the mouth when I hit (uh-huh) The fuse is lit, makin your whole crew split No myth (word), yeah I'm whippin evil everywhere, ratification severely severe (aight) So clearly you hear Original aspects unlimited, significant thoughts That make me different than (different than) Most men who play the edge too close And while they fall, I fill halls coast to coast (everywhere) The dressing rooms I roam in is the scent of blessings (boom) Soon as we rockets to the next spot to wreck em I put the pure in the store, I got the cure (c'mon) Like a doc-tor, switchin from planes, to helicopters MC's with your fake scowls, you smell foul, so I drop ya (you stink) And then I walked away with your propers (allathat) Of course I had stop ya See now you lost your spot ta.. the traveler .. Makin it right |
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from Guru - Jazzmatazz, Vol. II: The New Reality (2003)
Somethin to motivate to
Somethin to motivate you The more travellin I do The more wise I become I'm the traveler, I go place to place They see my face, then I'm gone I'm the traveler, I go place to place They see my face, then I'm gone Yes the traveler, always on the move (keep it movin baby) Makin power moves, devourin the grooves Goin, city to city with the illest force (aiyyo) Spannin the glove like Wild World of Sports I go to Japan, with plans to slam (aight) I go to Spain and England, with knowledge to bring them (crazy knowledge) I go to Holland, and then to Germany You better learn to see I'll be here for eternity (a long time) I go to Switzerland and travel to Sweden And give the real heads jewels that they needin (droppin jewels) I go to Italy and also to France With the chance to enhance the dance (c'mon) I tore up mad spots doin shows all over I wreck the stage, with East coast flavor (East coast) But I go out West too, and build with my peoples (true) Some can't conceive how I do what I do I'm the traveler, I go place to place They see my face, then I'm gone I'm the traveler, I go place to place They see my face, then I'm gone I'm the traveler, I go place to place They see my face, then I'm gone I'm the traveler, I go place to place They see my face, then I'm gone Around the world and back yo, the steelo is fat yo (huge) From blocks to continents, with mad impact (SMASH) I got it like that, ringin bells in the street Midwest to Down South, I turn it out, kapeesh? (you understand?) Wherever I go, they give it up (uh-huh) They wanna see me on the stage when I rip it up (rip it up) Uptown, downtown, Crooklyn, Queens, Strong Island Bronx, Shaolin, New Jersey, the brothers know I'm worthy (right) Got to get the dough, got to run the show My mental pops the topics when it's time to flow (word) With expertise, I release more techniques than 1200 Style's more than a 100 (mad styles) yes I run it More game than a little, MC's dribble from the mouth when I hit (uh-huh) The fuse is lit, makin your whole crew split No myth (word), yeah I'm whippin evil everywhere, ratification severely severe (aight) So clearly you hear Original aspects unlimited, significant thoughts That make me different than (different than) Most men who play the edge too close And while they fall, I fill halls coast to coast (everywhere) The dressing rooms I roam in is the scent of blessings (boom) Soon as we rockets to the next spot to wreck em I put the pure in the store, I got the cure (c'mon) Like a doc-tor, switchin from planes, to helicopters MC's with your fake scowls, you smell foul, so I drop ya (you stink) And then I walked away with your propers (allathat) Of course I had stop ya See now you lost your spot ta.. the traveler .. Makin it right |
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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 Guru - Baldhead Slick & Da Click (2001)
[raining in background]
Uh, Steve Stone (Steve Stone) Left Gunn.. Left Gunn Baldhead Slick.. [Steve Stone] Yo You might find me in a green Range Rover, with a mean hangover But niggaz know when Stone hit the scene, game over You cats wanna dance I'll let the heat sing for ya Then beat the murder case with first string lawyer I'm the worst thing for ya - a thug in the flesh If youse a nigga but you bitch, I'll put a slug in ya dress If you think you got wiz, put your luck to the test But you could catch somethin hot, tryna fuck with the S I got dimes to suck me off and let me nut on they breast Can you say that.. no wait, hold up, lemme repeat it Can you cats say that shit and really mean it? I'm at the spot gettin treated, while you vets gettin heated Like the scrub that you are, little fuck that you are Before the deal, I still had dubs like a star My crew recognized at the clubs and the bar Son of y'all and you still gotta love who we are [Left Gunn] Yo, goin from broke Went from rocks and the coats, to choppers and boats At this year's parade, I'll have a spot on the float Penthouse, with a pitch ready to aim for the do' Movie screen with the voice-activated remote See I'm finished makin papi rich, coppin his coke Next time he see me, I'm like "He better savor ya throat" Sorry amigo, but a nigga like me, need dough Fuck it, I'll burn the bridge and come back on a yacht Y'all the type of cats think shit's sweet when it's not Bring the heat when it's cool, bring the ice when it's hot Niggaz confused, I'm just tryna help you tally ya dues And rally ya crews, and end up in a alley with goons See when it come to the cash, I be on the worst shit Roll up on you in a hoop, bumpin Biggie first shit "Gimme loot, gimme loot" and don't try to get cute Nobody keep cash in they pocket nigga, empty ya boots Too many niggaz got the game twist, poppin they Cris' And rockin they wrist, and end up gettin robbed in the Bricks I'm stoppin this shit, Gunn's on the top of ya list And I'ma lock it up in uniform or plain clothes I play hoes, from chickenheads, to mayhoes And I'ma travel to the end, spendin yen and pesos [Hook: All] Yo this one's for my niggaz comin up, what the fuck? Pull them niggaz out they truck, and tell em to give it up Stick him up, if he play fair, pick him up Otherwise, it's some other guy's job to dig him up [Guru] Comin through, holdin it down, controllin the town Wondered if I was nice, yeah, you knowin it now I do my thing bitch, way past chains and rings bitch Time to real dough, time for you to sing bitch Call the fat lady, game over, reign's over Your Willy status, and success and fame's over Stone and Two Gunns came over, to bless some shit with the god Geuss what, my dogs just pissed on your lawn Flipped on you pawns, just cuz you was kickin it wrong And don't ask me for advice cuz I ain't diggin ya song Time to straighten it out, we takin the clout Fuck a short career, listen y'all I'm spacin it out Tri-state niggaz, some of the illest y'all hear Illest ya meet, yeah some of the realest ya fear Fuck the truth, I'm concealin y'all and stealin all queers Since y'all niggaz slept on me, I ain't feelin your tears I like to pinpoint a sucka, like a country on a map of the globe Get it to some gangsta shit, watch em clap then he fold Enter my zone, soon get smothered with mase I'm on the block, who run the streets is watchin, I cover my face I'm bubblin papes, my son grew to smugglin nape's So we jugglin cakes, and from ya shorty I'm lovin the face I'm huggin the block, my big dogs, they thuggin the block In my hood, fuck runnin nigga cuz we tustle with cops Real Picasso, write rhymes, visualize Spit raps on how to survive on family ties Rock a no-name sweater, with a Iceberg tee-shirt under it Leather seats in my Nova, and fifty G's I'm comin wit Next day I come through, I'm dipped in the Armani jumpsuit Hard-top hummer, sunroof big enough to jump through Nigga what? I don't care if you in the tux I'll put the Eagle to ya gut, and tell you to give it up [Hook x2: All] |
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from Guru - Baldhead Slick & Da Click (2001)
[Guru]
Yo fuck the kiddy crap, I did that stupid shit already jack Many rapper talk about how they come strapped with plenty gats And how they, were sellin many cracks I take my belt off and give 'em a hundred-twenty whacks So many act, so I treat 'em like my sons And nowadays you got frail niggaz frontin trife with guns But I'm the chief like Beanie, none of y'all can see me Cause my family ties go as deep as Genovese Baldhead to the S-L-I-C-K Wanna rhyme, take a ride down my freeway Peace to all the PJ's and all the DJ's My word are like multitude so keep my shit on replay He say, she say, niggaz know I'm the man Leavin emcees depressed, tryna find a new plan And few can ever measure up to these standards The name is Baldhead Slick and yo, this is "The Anthem" [Chorus: cuts] "It's the gifted, prolific one..." "Subtractin others rappers... who lack..." "It's the gifted, prolific one..." "Known as... Baldhead Slick..." "It's the gifted, prolific one..." "Carryin my thoughts... the illest soldier..." "It's the gifted, prolific one..." "Known as... Baldhead Slick..." [Guru] One of the first real niggaz, to ever rock a baldie Slick Daddy; that's what my ladies like to call me Trained in combat, still smooth in approach Live from first class, while you snooze in coach Coppin cruiser boats, so I can rule the coast Any altercation, our peeps and do a toast I go from rockin Timberlands, to wearin Gucci boots Never chasin a silly bitch, even if the groupie's cute I'm stakin my claim, breakin you lames I'll choke you out into submission, you ain't takin a bang Fuck it, I'm takin the blame for straight shakin you up Wakin you up, that doo-rag ain't makin you tough Honestly you suck, like an infant on titties Like kamikaze fighter planes, I bomb your city Call me gritty, plus I'm spittin at random Bitch I'm Baldhead Slick, and yeah this is "The Anthem" [Chorus: cuts] "It's the gifted, prolific one..." "Subtractin others rappers... who lack..." "It's the gifted, prolific one..." "Known as... Baldhead Slick..." [Guru] Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim All praises due, if ya know what I mean I know what I've seen, so many folks broke with no CREAM Bust out my own joints, so stop sellin me dreams Stop tellin my lies, doing the work of Yaku I'm diligent and militant and I'm gonna stop you Drop you - right where ya standin Son I'm Baldhead Slick and this is "The Anthem" [Chorus: cuts] "It's the gifted, prolific one..." "Subtractin others rappers... who lack..." "It's the gifted, prolific one..." "Known as... Baldhead Slick..." "It's the gifted, prolific one..." "Carryin my thoughts... the illest soldier..." "It's the gifted, prolific one..." "Known as... Baldhead Slick..." |
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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 Guru - Version 7.0 The Street Scriptures (2005)
[Chorus]
He was talking all loud and he knew that he was frontin' And he slept on his job so he didn't see us coming Had to fall back, he didn't want no problems It wouldn't be a nice thing to get involved in. [x2] [Verse 1] It's gifted, unlimited, rhymes universal I get at you, I'm that dude, my style could you GURU, the keeper of the gate, lead you to your faith Righteously I stand with my heat around my waist They said I couldn't do it, I suceed with ease Others bleed over greed, I'm smoking trees overseas Listen fucker, you don't want to tussle and muscle You don't want to end up on the wrong side of my hustle I could walk on any block in any continent MAke MC's step their game up and fuck up their confidence A true definition of a season vet I ain't expose you, 'cause I ain't have a reason yet ANd If I seem upset, or maybe even vexed It's 'cause somebody owes me dought and yo I need my check Still I'm a daring, dash it, tearing their dome Said you was a gangsta, found out you was wearing a thong [Chorus x2] [Verse 2] It's them loud-mouth cats that get you into trouble Keep your nose clean, that way you could slowly bubble I created a man and created supply If I had a school, rappers coudln't wait to apply I'm tremendously tight, when defending my right I'll throw a combo, and then I'm ending the fight The G U R U with SOlar on the track Pop shit and run away and catch a hole in your back The streets been mine and I ain't never left I ain't never forfeit and I ain't never forget The hallways, the alleyways, the cornerstore action Straight gullyness, I generate pure attraction New York talk without a pacid to walk Better reach motherfucker, that's your last resort I'm a daring, dash it, tearing their dome Said you was a gangsta, found out you was wearing a thong [Chorus x2] |
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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 Guru - Jazzmatazz III: Streetsoul (2000)
Kelis:
(From - last night) Yeahh baby Last night was... y'know I mean... When you touched me I, I couldn't believe it was... Ohh baby You don't know what you do to me baby Ah-ahhh... Guru: Supa love, baby you know you're a trooper love Youse a dove, I hold you truly above All the pigeons chickenheads golddiggers and them You got it goin on, your game's bigger than them Take me back to the sensual feelings, your sexual healing Soothes me, after a day of business dealings What you wearin? I know you look good, you even cook good And I'ma steal your love like a crook would, watch me Kelis: You must be, out of your mind If you think you're gettin away (yeahh, uh-huh) What you did to me last night Baby you've gotta stay (come again, come again) I understand there's other places you must go (yeah, but wait a minute) But there's one thing you gotta do Baby before you go, so give me that love Love, that supa love The kind that keeps you all day dreamin of (gimme that love baby) That's top rhythm love Still feels good when you know it would (yeah, I need that love) Love, that supa love The kind that keeps you all day dreamin of (ohh, I can't stop) Love, chocolate love Melt it down with me.. (mmmm) (From - last night) Guru: There's not a problem that I can't fix Not a hot track, that I can't flip There ain't no sex style, that you can't pick After my supa love, you'll be like you can't switch You'll be hooked, shook cause you took the time out To let me have your body plus turn your mind out I was caressin you tight, blessin you right You was suggestin to continue that, all last night The best love, check how I do it with finesse love Swing it with me, go on and put me to the test love I'ma do the same to you And make sure you're takin care of the job you came to do Kelis: I can't get it outta my mind What you did to me yesterday (well, uh-huh) Baby this is so not right It's unfair how you play (come again, come again) What you did to my heart, to you it's just so-so (yeah, but wait a minute) But there's one thing you gotta do Baby before you go, so give me that love Love, that supa love (that super) The kind that keeps you all day dreamin of (gimme that love) That's top rhythm love Still feels good when you know it would (yeah, gimme that love!) Love, that supa love The kind that keeps you all day dreamin of (I need it!) Love, chocolate love Melt it down with me... (mmmm) Kelis: (From - last night) Do you remember... What I did when you walked in the door? Huh yeahh, I know you do Ooohh, last night was... So good baby! Will you touch me again? You know, right there Give me that love! Love, that supa love (that super) The kind that keeps you all day dreamin of (gimme that love) That's top rhythm love Still feels good when you know it would (yeah, gimme that love!) Love, that supa love The kind that keeps you all day dreamin of (I need it!) Love, chocolate love Melt it down with me... (mmmm) So give me that love! Love, that supa love (that super) The kind that keeps you all day dreamin of (gimme that love) That's top rhythm love Still feels good when you know it would (yeah, gimme that love!) Love, that supa love The kind that keeps you all day dreamin of Love, chocolate love Melt it down with me... |
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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 Guru - Baldhead Slick & Da Click (2001)
(feat. Big Shug, Hannibal Stax)
[Guru] Let's see if you can hang and bang with this momentum Competition sniffin on the flowers that I sent them Put 'em all.. in intensive care, send 'em fare While I lounge round town in expensive gear Twinkle in my eye, lace the track, Cognac mack B-Boy pose, knock you right off your toes While you push it up your nose, I'm with your chick in LaMontrose On 40 deuce in the double-tree suites Showin her exactly, what she's gonna be on for me And truly you'll she, how stupid you'll be Fuckin with the B.H.S., really, feel me I unload, and explode, I reload, it echoes I'm a thunderous clap, 'dro tucked under my cap Make you wonder where I hid my gat Don't worry 'bout that, better worry 'bout your own situation I lead whole nations, take over whole radio stations Stay outta my face son [Hook] In my world.. you ain't got no place son Stay out of my face son Stay out of my face son In my world.. you ain't got no place son Stay out of my face son Stay out of my face [Big Shug] I, choke out promoters who be short on the dough Slap up haters, who diss the flow Gold-diggers only get the toe.. Up they booty hole when they outta control For sho', and naysayers, I crash in they face In Shug world, them motherfuckers got no place Wannabe rappers, who label cassettes I break them shits when they sound weak in my deck I seen your last beat, so you pose no threat I got fag niggaz like you doin the thug ballet Sucka nigga park my car valet And get yourself two dollars, from my wallet I'ma catch passes from chicks like Wayne Chrebet And they sweat like I play for the Jets Am I the best? It's hard to tell Remember the blueprints were made in a lonely cell To get the cream, and get the fame Spit the lyrical slugs, that leave most niggaz lame What's the game? To win this shit at all costs I got what it takes to be the underground boss [Hook] [Hannibal Stax] Up and comin, but you, you think you truck runnin on diesel You just a selfish lil' bitch, me, I'm all for my peoples You gon' fuck around and let yourself deceive you I'ma hunt you down and see you when you least expect I'm heat, you wet I'm famished and you beef, I guess I'll eat you next I'm just as rock as my dick, you just the opposite Can't stand to see me bubbilate on top of it Lyrical, it all becomes clearer when it's visual We maximize, congregatin with alibies From righteous to criminal, Just to make your life a tidbit more miserable So keep playin me close like I ain't tryna get rid of you I feel for you, and this is all in your mind If ya dare get physical, I'ma make ya every fear Real for you, splash my drool, gather my screws And get to drillin you just because You thought it wasn't when it was love Back the fuck up out my shit before I hurt you [Hook] |
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Trackback from :: S O U L O U N G E :: 2010-04-27 10:34:21
Subject : 재즈와 힙합의 온전한 융화, Guru
