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from Gang Starr - Daily Operation (1992)
I'm 2 deep and yes much too complicated my lines when stated are quite often underrated so consider it a privilege to hear this those weak-minded opinions could never come near this for my outlook on life is a profound view whil the suckers act down thinking that they sound new only a few sound true me and the crew know who cuz you see me and the fellas have been waiting for a while now giving you the time to get your wack-ass style down you punks pop junk as if life is a fantasy knowing that hard is something you can't be so you front but you could never call my bluff cuz you'll catch hell you'll get dealt with Chorus I never sleep I always peep rhymes creep I'm 2 Deep I'm 2 Deep.... Verse Two I forgive you sike I'm takin' your life cuz you continue to disrespect so I'ma get trife but then again I think I'll spare ya cuz I know tht all it takes one rhyme just to scare ya see I'm the holder of the key don't ask me if I'm Muslim don't say nothin' to me I said I was raised like one son I had two cousins they pushed me to find myself or else they knew I wasn't gonna make it and then end up a statistic my life was twisted I almost missed it the chance yes the chance to make you feel good I used to steal goods and fake my parents out real good but now I got K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E of self cuz I'm me and the nation of Islam has my support cuz they try to reeducate the ones who are lost and the 5 percent nation takes other steps to get through to brothers on the corners with the reps and in the prison they give the brothers new visions of how we can gain wealth gain self esteem and dream of a total different scene I dress clean, stand lean say what I mean and I'm out like a scout on a new route exhibitting clout Chorus Verse Three for right now yo my religion is rhyming perfect timing test the flow and climb in Ansaar, Sunnite, Sheite, Jihad all must regard the times are hard unite or perish is the message I cherish that goes for my people of all religions if we're all black why have so many divisions superficial factors are drawing us apart don't let it happen let's put some respect back in so before I act I think cuz it's the brink of destruction word corruption what's up son your gun is just one and I just might have one or two or maybe even three or four and plus an army of 100 or more but violence is never my first choice I come in peace to release the effect of my voice Chorus |
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from Gang Starr - No More Mr. Nice Guy (1989)
Chumps tryin me but when they eyein me I build in skills and to enhance my chances I'm thrilled to be involved with solvin all the problems with the way that the sound has gone down so I frown at the scene where you be takin it and like the winds of change I'll be breakin it up shakin it up Clearing it out airing it out and bearing the clout on my chest like a crest that rests on a tidal wave, only the good I'll save when I plunge, and engulf the ones who aren't sons, who converse with ? and make friends Yo, I recommend that you get back there and sit back there, contemplate, calculate and concentrate on these rhymes, that I picked to stick to your mind, and then I'll raise you straight to the next phase, cause I will amaze with much force, and like the power that comes from the source, which is greater and stronger, of course If you didn't know, I will tell you That all the blind no-minds I give Hell to And if you comprehend what is said Then you'll be stayin two steps ahead "one, two" steps ahead "one, two" steps ahead "one, two" cut and scratched by Premier [Guru] I can't work with, those jerks who front with the mic, cause I never liked fabrications Wack creations that lack authenticity For some time in my mind I've been wishin the fiends who do would just yield And at the foot of my bed, I have kneeled Thus revealed as a gift I have nurtured and I hurt ya if you're not knowin That the musical need is now growin And like a man obsessed, I must go all out, show all out, blow all out throw all out, get on out of my path Cause I laugh at the ones with no gas I surpass the class to get geesed like the way the ballistic's released And I won't cease til I cap them or slap the saps with my rappin Continue on with my journey All the negative ones don't concern me My eyes are wise, I got cause to live positive, have to give, every way every day of my life, so I fight for the right and get hype, so heed what I feed and get fed, then you'll be livin two steps ahead "one, two" steps ahead "one, two" steps ahead "one, two" cut and scratched by Premier I'm way ahead of you, yes I'm on top It's me instead of you, with the lyrics you fear it so get near it, and then you'll hear it clear and concise, cause I paid the price to be talking here, rocking there, shocking here stop and stare, then compare if you wish Because the others fess, I insist So I will assist you to blend with this bend with this, tend with this, fend with this As I ascend with my orals You define and defy with high morals And at the spot I will stop to throw darts at the ones who proclaim with no aim cause they don't hold the fame, they're on mine And since I'm well inclined and divine I will have to ask you to come in Move along with the tongue and the drummin Progress and let the blessings be read and you'll be staying two steps ahead "one, two" steps ahead "one, two" steps ahead "one, two" cut and scratched by Premier |
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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
"It has come to our attention that a mysterious force is LOOSE..
somewhere in outer space." "The mysteries of creation are there." "Up in the sky?" "Up in the sky." "The moon and the planets are there. And new hopes for knowledge and peace are there. And therefore as we set sail; we ask God's blessing -- on the most hazardous, and dangerous, and greatest adventure of which man has ever embarked." --> John F. Kennedy "Prepared for liftoff." [Guru] I Self Lord And Master, shall bring disaster to evil factors Demonic chapters, shall be captured by Kings Through the storms of days after Unto the Earth from the Sun through triple darkness to blast ya with a force that can't be compared to any firepower, for it's mindpower shared The brainwake, causes vessels to circulate like constellations reflect at night off the lake Word to the father, and Mother Earth Seeking everlasting life through this Hell for what it's worth Look listen and observe and watch another C-Cypher pullin my peeps to the curb Heed the words; it's like ghetto style proverbs The righteous pay a sacrifice to get what they deserve Cannot afford to be confined to a cell Brainwaves swell, turnin a desert to a well Experience the best teacher; thoughts will spray like street sweepers Little Daddy street preacher Illustrious feature, narrator you select Accompanied by Deck plus the DJ you respect The seven and a half combine, over the frontline The ten percenters, promotin slander in the airtime Bear in mind jewels be the tools of the trade Sharp veins heavenly praise and dues are paid Above the crowds, above the clouds where the sounds are original Infinite skills create miracles Warrior spiritual -- above the clouds reigning/raining down, holdin it down [Inspectah Deck] Yeah; I leave scientists mentally scarred, triple extra large Wild like rock stars who smash guitars Poison bars from the Gods bust holes in your mirage and catch a charge shake em down like the riot squad Invade your zone, ruin like ancient Rome I span the universe and return to Earth to claim my throne The maker, owner, plus soul controller Ayatollah rest in the sky, the cloud's my sofa Stand like Collossus, regardless to whom or what Numerous attempts at my life, so who to trust Who but us, to supply you with the fire? The burning truth, 150 Absolut proof On the mic like Moses spoke in golden scribe Survivor of the oldest tribe whose soldiers died I notified families, we shed tears and more but our hands are the ammo cause the battle's still on Sound the horn; we come rumblin through the function Precise laser beam technique to touch somethin When we die hard, to build the monument to honor us with Humungous effect in the world - we could have conquered it Above the crowds, above the clouds where the sounds are original Infinite skills create miracles Warrior spiritual -- above the clouds reigning/raining down, holdin it down Above the crowds, above the clouds where the sounds are original Infinite skills create miracles Warrior spiritual -- above the clouds reigning/raining down, holdin it down |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
"It has come to our attention that a mysterious force is LOOSE..
somewhere in outer space." "The mysteries of creation are there." "Up in the sky?" "Up in the sky." "The moon and the planets are there. And new hopes for knowledge and peace are there. And therefore as we set sail; we ask God's blessing -- on the most hazardous, and dangerous, and greatest adventure of which man has ever embarked." --> John F. Kennedy "Prepared for liftoff." [Guru] I Self Lord And Master, shall bring disaster to evil factors Demonic chapters, shall be captured by Kings Through the storms of days after Unto the Earth from the Sun through triple darkness to blast ya with a force that can't be compared to any firepower, for it's mindpower shared The brainwake, causes vessels to circulate like constellations reflect at night off the lake Word to the father, and Mother Earth Seeking everlasting life through this Hell for what it's worth Look listen and observe and watch another C-Cypher pullin my peeps to the curb Heed the words; it's like ghetto style proverbs The righteous pay a sacrifice to get what they deserve Cannot afford to be confined to a cell Brainwaves swell, turnin a desert to a well Experience the best teacher; thoughts will spray like street sweepers Little Daddy street preacher Illustrious feature, narrator you select Accompanied by Deck plus the DJ you respect The seven and a half combine, over the frontline The ten percenters, promotin slander in the airtime Bear in mind jewels be the tools of the trade Sharp veins heavenly praise and dues are paid Above the crowds, above the clouds where the sounds are original Infinite skills create miracles Warrior spiritual -- above the clouds reigning/raining down, holdin it down [Inspectah Deck] Yeah; I leave scientists mentally scarred, triple extra large Wild like rock stars who smash guitars Poison bars from the Gods bust holes in your mirage and catch a charge shake em down like the riot squad Invade your zone, ruin like ancient Rome I span the universe and return to Earth to claim my throne The maker, owner, plus soul controller Ayatollah rest in the sky, the cloud's my sofa Stand like Collossus, regardless to whom or what Numerous attempts at my life, so who to trust Who but us, to supply you with the fire? The burning truth, 150 Absolut proof On the mic like Moses spoke in golden scribe Survivor of the oldest tribe whose soldiers died I notified families, we shed tears and more but our hands are the ammo cause the battle's still on Sound the horn; we come rumblin through the function Precise laser beam technique to touch somethin When we die hard, to build the monument to honor us with Humungous effect in the world - we could have conquered it Above the crowds, above the clouds where the sounds are original Infinite skills create miracles Warrior spiritual -- above the clouds reigning/raining down, holdin it down Above the crowds, above the clouds where the sounds are original Infinite skills create miracles Warrior spiritual -- above the clouds reigning/raining down, holdin it down |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
"It has come to our attention that a mysterious force is LOOSE..
somewhere in outer space." "The mysteries of creation are there." "Up in the sky?" "Up in the sky." "The moon and the planets are there. And new hopes for knowledge and peace are there. And therefore as we set sail; we ask God's blessing -- on the most hazardous, and dangerous, and greatest adventure of which man has ever embarked." --> John F. Kennedy "Prepared for liftoff." [Guru] I Self Lord And Master, shall bring disaster to evil factors Demonic chapters, shall be captured by Kings Through the storms of days after Unto the Earth from the Sun through triple darkness to blast ya with a force that can't be compared to any firepower, for it's mindpower shared The brainwake, causes vessels to circulate like constellations reflect at night off the lake Word to the father, and Mother Earth Seeking everlasting life through this Hell for what it's worth Look listen and observe and watch another C-Cypher pullin my peeps to the curb Heed the words; it's like ghetto style proverbs The righteous pay a sacrifice to get what they deserve Cannot afford to be confined to a cell Brainwaves swell, turnin a desert to a well Experience the best teacher; thoughts will spray like street sweepers Little Daddy street preacher Illustrious feature, narrator you select Accompanied by Deck plus the DJ you respect The seven and a half combine, over the frontline The ten percenters, promotin slander in the airtime Bear in mind jewels be the tools of the trade Sharp veins heavenly praise and dues are paid Above the crowds, above the clouds where the sounds are original Infinite skills create miracles Warrior spiritual -- above the clouds reigning/raining down, holdin it down [Inspectah Deck] Yeah; I leave scientists mentally scarred, triple extra large Wild like rock stars who smash guitars Poison bars from the Gods bust holes in your mirage and catch a charge shake em down like the riot squad Invade your zone, ruin like ancient Rome I span the universe and return to Earth to claim my throne The maker, owner, plus soul controller Ayatollah rest in the sky, the cloud's my sofa Stand like Collossus, regardless to whom or what Numerous attempts at my life, so who to trust Who but us, to supply you with the fire? The burning truth, 150 Absolut proof On the mic like Moses spoke in golden scribe Survivor of the oldest tribe whose soldiers died I notified families, we shed tears and more but our hands are the ammo cause the battle's still on Sound the horn; we come rumblin through the function Precise laser beam technique to touch somethin When we die hard, to build the monument to honor us with Humungous effect in the world - we could have conquered it Above the crowds, above the clouds where the sounds are original Infinite skills create miracles Warrior spiritual -- above the clouds reigning/raining down, holdin it down Above the crowds, above the clouds where the sounds are original Infinite skills create miracles Warrior spiritual -- above the clouds reigning/raining down, holdin it down |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
'Take the money never have to run' (3X)
'Here's how it goes..' (Guru) All for the cash man, niggaz'll be ready to blast man Mad hoes, 'll be quick, to give up the as* man Traitors, they'll be robbing your stash man Don't wanna end up like the last man If the price is right, niggaz can get trife awright They plot and they scheme, all day and all night And they might even get elaborate enough to plan the illest kind of crime, f**k the average stuff Like this chick who was kickin it, with this baller Pretendin that she loved him, only really loved dollars Holla'd at his man so they could, rendezvous Said to his man, 'Forget him, I'm fond of you' So after the screw, she put him down with her plan The utmost betrayal, this nigga's down with her man But the sex changed everything, they conspired to snake him Talked about the best time, and best way, they could take him While in bed, she told him just where her man kept his dough She said, 'Yo, tonight he's bout to cop some blow And I know, there's at least, 50 grand to show Bring a gat, wear a mask, and come through the window I'll leave it open for you, he won't never know So run in, grab the money, later on, you and I can flow If we do this sh*t right, he won't fight Break out with the cash and stay your as* out of sight' So the nigga sat back, but little did he know he was about to ruin his life over a silly hoe And really though, the whole sh*t went wrong Cause when he came through the window and pulled out it was on Money they was gon' rob was high, on some shit Dukes with the mask, told him, 'Run your shit' He said, 'f**k that shit!' So they tussled n shit Then BLAOW, the burner spit, and the chick's man got hit He died, his man had no loyalty, she's locked up as an accessory His man's doin life, what a tragedy All for the cash man.. 'Never have to run' |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
'Take the money never have to run' (3X)
'Here's how it goes..' (Guru) All for the cash man, niggaz'll be ready to blast man Mad hoes, 'll be quick, to give up the as* man Traitors, they'll be robbing your stash man Don't wanna end up like the last man If the price is right, niggaz can get trife awright They plot and they scheme, all day and all night And they might even get elaborate enough to plan the illest kind of crime, f**k the average stuff Like this chick who was kickin it, with this baller Pretendin that she loved him, only really loved dollars Holla'd at his man so they could, rendezvous Said to his man, 'Forget him, I'm fond of you' So after the screw, she put him down with her plan The utmost betrayal, this nigga's down with her man But the sex changed everything, they conspired to snake him Talked about the best time, and best way, they could take him While in bed, she told him just where her man kept his dough She said, 'Yo, tonight he's bout to cop some blow And I know, there's at least, 50 grand to show Bring a gat, wear a mask, and come through the window I'll leave it open for you, he won't never know So run in, grab the money, later on, you and I can flow If we do this sh*t right, he won't fight Break out with the cash and stay your as* out of sight' So the nigga sat back, but little did he know he was about to ruin his life over a silly hoe And really though, the whole sh*t went wrong Cause when he came through the window and pulled out it was on Money they was gon' rob was high, on some shit Dukes with the mask, told him, 'Run your shit' He said, 'f**k that shit!' So they tussled n shit Then BLAOW, the burner spit, and the chick's man got hit He died, his man had no loyalty, she's locked up as an accessory His man's doin life, what a tragedy All for the cash man.. 'Never have to run' |
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from Gang Starr - Hard To Earn (1994)
(Phife from "Check the Rhime")
Now here's a funky introduction (Phife from "Check the Rhime") Now here's a funky introduction (Phife from "Check the Rhime") Now here's a funky introduction (Phife from "Check the Rhime") Now here's a funky introduction It's ALONGWAYTOGO, when you don't know where you're going You don't know where you're going when you're lost (lost) It's ALONGWAYTOGO, when you don't know where you're going You don't know where you're going when you're lost (lost) What you need is more direction and get yourself some protection I thought by now that you have learned your lesson I'm stressin points and slammin all joints you call the real shit Correct shit, you know the busta way you feel shit Baby, I still don't think you understand You lose the game, we get more props than Dan...Rather And it don't matter cuz when you flinch, you're weak So I'mma step just to speak about the counterfeit, unlegit type of people Those cellophane ones, the ones that you can see through It's poetic justice cuz I'm mad with a pact So precise, my insight will take flight in the night And in the daytime, cuz I don't come up with corny rhymes I'm too devoted to the concept of gettin mine So here's the deal like Shaquille O'Neal If you don't know what you're doing, how the hell can you be real? (scratching)(Q-Tip from "Check the Rhime") How far must you go to gain respect? Um... (scratching)(Q-Tip from "Check the Rhime") How far must you go to gain respect? Um... Now in '93, realistically you should be... well aware of all the evils out there It's like a jungle sometimes. You get the message? You got to rumble sometimes, it's gettin hectic Emotions run deep, as times run out Solutions...it's time to find some out So according to me, suckers are barred From obstructing my discussion cuz I rhyme too hard You take a wiff like a spliff here, like some fresh air I came to claim shit this year (this year) So take a stroll down the walkway, or hallway, or runway Fuck with us, kid, you'll pay I slay...and yo, I'm still on the expressway I kick my essay, then you know we don't play So pray down on your knees, G Cuz it's the best way, yes, the best way, cuz... It's ALONGWAYTOGO, when you don't know where you're going You don't know where you're going when you're lost (lost) It's ALONGWAYTOGO, when you don't know where you're going You don't know where you're going when you're lost (lost) (scratching)(Q-Tip from "Check the Rhime") How far must you go to gain respect? Um... (scratching)(Q-Tip from "Check the Rhime") How far must you go to gain respect? Um... There's a large amount of wack crews. For them, I got bad news Time to pay your dues, you fools I'm like express mail, with the script that hits Like the third rail, when I shock the spot, it's hot From the rays of the sun Original one the prophet sent to become A law giver, cuz you shiver when I quiz ya All about the real neccessities of life All about the game and all about the name G to the A to the N to the G Starr We know who we are, but do you know who you are? (You go down there looking for justice, that's what you find, just us) It's ALONGWAYTOGO, when you don't know where you're going You don't know where you're going when you're lost (lost) It's ALONGWAYTOGO, when you don't know where you're going You don't know where you're going when you're lost (lost) It's ALONGWAYTOGO, when you don't know where you're going You don't know where you're going when you're lost (lost) It's ALONGWAYTOGO, when you don't know where you're going You don't know where you're going when you're lost (lost) (scratching)(Q-Tip from "Check the Rhime") How far must you go to gain respect? Um... (scratching)(Q-Tip from "Check the Rhime") How far must you go to gain respect? Um... (scratching)(Q-Tip from "Check the Rhime") How far must you go to gain respect? Um... (scratching)(Q-Tip from "Check the Rhime") How far must you go to gain respect? Um... (scratching) Um... (until end) |
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from Gang Starr - Step In The Arena (1991)
[Guru] Parahraphs, portraying my viewpoint So stay attentive, cause this is a new joint From the G-A-N-G with the info Lyrical elements emerge from the intro Forming a poetic mass over pathetic trash Other writers are outclassed Surpassed by the words and the wit Rhymes fit and hit cause that's how we designed it Page for page, we are the new age Dope in the videos and dope when we're on stage Commanding respect with my ink pen while suckers are sinking as I'm keeping them thinking Narrating phrases of value, and I can see now you relate to what I create From back in the days of my youth, I've looked for the truth And yo my rhymes are the real proof New heights and new realms have been reached by use of my speech along with one of Premier's beats So listen and we'll show you the best way and then sway, as I read my S-A (DJ Premier cuts and scratches again) [Guru] Worshipful words giving insight, so just be observant so you can get this right My oratory gift is abundant, so dazzling to minds that you should come get a glimpse of the one who puts wimps out of work The script is a mess and they dress like they're jerks Beyond them, is where I'll be dwellin The Guru will tell em, why their records ain't sellin Placin my fingers on the tool, I runaway all fools when I'm dispersin a verse Think of an enjoyable moment, then boogie your body Cause this party I own it The origin of this is on paper Vibes will ascend from my mind to each line I go with the flow as I show expertise The powers increase as my voice hits the streets Then gripping your soul with authority I pour these rhymes in a cup so drink up And then I might bring another round Watch the sound pound from the floor to the ground And keep aware, cause we'll show you the best way And then sway, as I read my S-A |
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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
It's like, a friendship, and a business partnership
And, we have to always be concious of the difference between em; because y'know, some things can happen that'll ruin one or the other, so we alwa-we always stay concious of those things Those obstacles that can, y'know trip us up because we ain't trying to go out like that "Friends" "Business" "Friends" "Business" "Friends" "Business" AhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRAHHAHHH!!! C'mon! Motherfucker! Yeah! ... GangStarr! GangStarr! M.O.P. Ghetto people! Son you're supposed to be my man, but you ain't wise enough to realize this is B.I., see I wanna taste the whole cake Some things in this industry, shit be so fake Make no mistake, if you're my man you'd understand about the plan, to stack hundreds of grands (That's right!) And how to stand, on much more acres of land And to expand from the days of goin hand to hand So like I was CEO I do my thing son and turn this underground rap thing to my kingdom Release a fistful, of rhymes for the fiscal year MC's are wishful fuckin with this here They stuck with the tear, for fear they foresake a brother's love it's clear -- I'd have to be the better man I'm thinkin The 7th Letter Man ain't got no time for petty speakin (uhh) So we go our seperate ways I see the fork in the road I know I blessed you with a portion of gold and some good fortune to hold, so KEEP THAT while I keep it movin, just like truckloads of interstate cargo, taxin niggaz like U.S. embargoes You my man like I said so all the best You shoulda known we do shit differently than all of the rest Can't afford to let a link be, loose in the chain It's time for us to get mad more, juice in the game You're buggin son (that's right) that's word to Billy and Fame So I'ma stay the game, that we play to win (Yeah!) So I don't care what you say to her or say to him The object son, is to excel and lead And niggaz be bluffin fallin for nothin but greed If it's animosity Let me know If you plottin to stop my dough Time to go! GangStarr, M.O.P. nigga Tryin to blow! If you my man you could understand! If it's animosity Let me know If you plottin to stop my dough Time to go! GangStarr, M.O.P. nigga Tryin to blow! If you my man you could understand! I'm true to myself y'all, and I'm a down ass nigga! So don't fool yourself, clown ass nigga! I always been the type of cat that'll put it on ya since back in the days when Laze snatched me off the corner And every since then, the whole game changed Everybody's against, Lil' ass Fame They wanna see me stretched out with my back smokin Left for dead in the street with my back opened So I don't keep friends I just roll with niggaz I was RAISED WITH, went out in a BLAZE WITH In the penile, to B.ville, down to Grayson And we thick together, in these last days kid So I don't have what you call friends cause when it's on then they gone in the end! But I'ma handle my business indeed Cause niggaz be bluffin fallin for nothin but greed! If it's animosity Let me know If you plottin to stop my dough Time to go! GangStarr, M.O.P. nigga Tryin to blow! If you my man you could understand! If it's animosity Let me know If you plottin to stop my dough Time to go! GangStarr, M.O.P. nigga Tryin to blow! If you my man you could understand! Hey yo what happened to the love soldier? It never crossed my mind that you would doubt my love inside and test my pride I divide, anything that I got with my M.O.P. staff -- WE ALL AND WE OUT! To the First Family loyalty, is no game We them type of niggaz that, money won't change We all aim, for the big picture but to me it don't mean shit if your dogs ain't witcha I sacrifice my main arteries -- WHY NIGGA?! Ain't nobody never loved me, like my niggaz See my business is my friendship and my friendship is my business Can I get a witness?! (Preach on nigga!) Hey yo we went through all out wars, half-assed tours Travelled 'cross this land with heavy contraband (See you my man!) And you ain't never got to second guess or question the love of William Danze (Sho' nuff!) I am invaluable, to my niggaz cause they all rest there in thirty-two -- BETTER THAN NOTHIN! Think of William when they start bustin, I hold you down (When them body parts pop up cousin) I'll be around! "Friends" "Business" "Friends" "Business" "Friends" "Business" |
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from Gang Starr - Daily Operation (1992)
Gang Starr - BYS (bust your shit)
I'm like a sniper rhymes'll strike ya when I'm rockin Mad chicks be jockin' when the g starr's talking And that's because my word is bond I get much fan mail and I always respond So tell your hon to write me too Make sure she puts attention mr. guru Brothers know the flow is unique I got 100 wild styles in my black valise Mc's wanna be me so they keep askin For me to teach 'em methods both slow and fast And others wanna act as if they're better But they only got one style which ain't all that clever I'm cooler than wind, harder than cold steel I get the ladies with more than just sex appeal A mystic psychic scanning all your thoughts I'll touch your soul and make your brain feel caught When my rapture traps ya and makes you mine You'll submit to the gift and to the lyrical lines So suckers realize that the size is too large When I come through I'm pullin' whole crews cards I be wreckin' correct and on the gangster tip Mc's who front: imma' gonna burst your shit I wonder do you love it enough I'm steppin' rugged and tough, never to front or to bluff I got the fresh cut baldy, the brothers call me Guru the man yes with all the J-a-z-z-y type essence, street type lessons manifesting The one who make the fly ladies feel pleasant Never forgettin' that to myself I'm true Do what you want to but watch yourself though I don't wanna hear all of that loud mouthing Try to pull yours out when nothing comes out Then you'll see why you can't compete with me The notorious guru of the gang you see Starr stands for power like I said before I'm like the doctors cure slicker than roger moore I slide up to a crab mc like this Tap 'em in the head with my mic like this I'll be revealing that you're weak to the world if you wish And I insist that if you persist Then you get creamed, 'cause imma' get real steamed So don't you try to flex and try to look all mean Heyo check it that's dead that's it 'cause all you phony ass rappers imma' bust your shit Now when you see me on the set you know I may unleash A lyric like a mad dog barking through the speaker Step off unless you wanna get torn up Your raps worn out burned out fucked up You locked up or maybe you locked out 'cause at the battle last time you snuck out But now I'm rolling over you full blast I'm here to let you know no longer will the bull last Mc's telling lies and poppin' all those myths Keep on fakin' moves and imma'... |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Gang Starr - BYS (bust your shit)
I'm like a sniper rhymes'll strike ya when I'm rockin Mad chicks be jockin' when the g starr's talking And that's because my word is bond I get much fan mail and I always respond So tell your hon to write me too Make sure she puts attention mr. guru Brothers know the flow is unique I got 100 wild styles in my black valise Mc's wanna be me so they keep askin For me to teach 'em methods both slow and fast And others wanna act as if they're better But they only got one style which ain't all that clever I'm cooler than wind, harder than cold steel I get the ladies with more than just sex appeal A mystic psychic scanning all your thoughts I'll touch your soul and make your brain feel caught When my rapture traps ya and makes you mine You'll submit to the gift and to the lyrical lines So suckers realize that the size is too large When I come through I'm pullin' whole crews cards I be wreckin' correct and on the gangster tip Mc's who front: imma' gonna burst your shit I wonder do you love it enough I'm steppin' rugged and tough, never to front or to bluff I got the fresh cut baldy, the brothers call me Guru the man yes with all the J-a-z-z-y type essence, street type lessons manifesting The one who make the fly ladies feel pleasant Never forgettin' that to myself I'm true Do what you want to but watch yourself though I don't wanna hear all of that loud mouthing Try to pull yours out when nothing comes out Then you'll see why you can't compete with me The notorious guru of the gang you see Starr stands for power like I said before I'm like the doctors cure slicker than roger moore I slide up to a crab mc like this Tap 'em in the head with my mic like this I'll be revealing that you're weak to the world if you wish And I insist that if you persist Then you get creamed, 'cause imma' get real steamed So don't you try to flex and try to look all mean Heyo check it that's dead that's it 'cause all you phony ass rappers imma' bust your shit Now when you see me on the set you know I may unleash A lyric like a mad dog barking through the speaker Step off unless you wanna get torn up Your raps worn out burned out fucked up You locked up or maybe you locked out 'cause at the battle last time you snuck out But now I'm rolling over you full blast I'm here to let you know no longer will the bull last Mc's telling lies and poppin' all those myths Keep on fakin' moves and imma'... |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Gang Starr - BYS (bust your shit)
I'm like a sniper rhymes'll strike ya when I'm rockin Mad chicks be jockin' when the g starr's talking And that's because my word is bond I get much fan mail and I always respond So tell your hon to write me too Make sure she puts attention mr. guru Brothers know the flow is unique I got 100 wild styles in my black valise Mc's wanna be me so they keep askin For me to teach 'em methods both slow and fast And others wanna act as if they're better But they only got one style which ain't all that clever I'm cooler than wind, harder than cold steel I get the ladies with more than just sex appeal A mystic psychic scanning all your thoughts I'll touch your soul and make your brain feel caught When my rapture traps ya and makes you mine You'll submit to the gift and to the lyrical lines So suckers realize that the size is too large When I come through I'm pullin' whole crews cards I be wreckin' correct and on the gangster tip Mc's who front: imma' gonna burst your shit I wonder do you love it enough I'm steppin' rugged and tough, never to front or to bluff I got the fresh cut baldy, the brothers call me Guru the man yes with all the J-a-z-z-y type essence, street type lessons manifesting The one who make the fly ladies feel pleasant Never forgettin' that to myself I'm true Do what you want to but watch yourself though I don't wanna hear all of that loud mouthing Try to pull yours out when nothing comes out Then you'll see why you can't compete with me The notorious guru of the gang you see Starr stands for power like I said before I'm like the doctors cure slicker than roger moore I slide up to a crab mc like this Tap 'em in the head with my mic like this I'll be revealing that you're weak to the world if you wish And I insist that if you persist Then you get creamed, 'cause imma' get real steamed So don't you try to flex and try to look all mean Heyo check it that's dead that's it 'cause all you phony ass rappers imma' bust your shit Now when you see me on the set you know I may unleash A lyric like a mad dog barking through the speaker Step off unless you wanna get torn up Your raps worn out burned out fucked up You locked up or maybe you locked out 'cause at the battle last time you snuck out But now I'm rolling over you full blast I'm here to let you know no longer will the bull last Mc's telling lies and poppin' all those myths Keep on fakin' moves and imma'... |
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from 8 Mile (8마일) [ost] (2002)
{*scratched: "What? You wanna battle ME?"*}
{*scratched: "Yo man, how much money you got?"*} {*scratched: "What? You wanna battle ME?"*} {*scratched: "Yo man, how much money you got?"*} [Guru] I used to guzzle 40's, and own a beat up Caddy Since the hood still love me, I'll turn the heat up daddy I went from mackin fly honies on the train to straight relaxin on the beach, countin money gettin brain Soon as you rappers get a chance you wanna floss a lot You buy a iced out watch because it cost a lot Then you in the club, stylin with dough Profilin with hoes that we boned, a while ago You rookies haven't done enough laps around the track You had one hot single, but then your album sounds wack Son you bore me with your war stories You ain't even do that shit, so that's just more stories How you expect us to take you seriously? The look in my eye punk, has got you scared of me I'm blastin your sons, I'm snatchin your funds You catch a royal ass-whoopin, you've been askin for one {*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*} "What.. what?" {*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*} "Yo man.." "You know the drill" {*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*} "What.. what?" {*scratch: "You wanna battle me?"*} "Yo man.." "How much money you got?" [Guru] Bitch you don't even know, the half about me I bring it straight to your chest, ask your staff about me I'm just a little bit older, plus a whole lot wiser I might advise ya, or I might pulverize ya I can visit any city, get respect in the street While you alone in your room, shook to death of the streets I'll take a second to speak, I keep my weapon in reach I ain't talkin romance but you'll get swept off your feet I keeps a ghetto chick, that loves to blast and she peddle shit Groupies fake moves, I get her to settle shit You can't compare to the status right here Legendary worldwide, we can battle right here Listen junior, I'ma tear back your wig This ain't TV but I'll show you what a "Fear Factor" is Stop grillin me, and all that frontin is killin me You leave me no choice but to hurt your feelings G {*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*} "What.. what?" {*scratch: "You wanna battle me?"*} "Yo man.." "How much money you got?" "What.. what?" {*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*} "Yo man.." "You know the drill" {*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*} {*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*} {*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*} {*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around"*} "You know the drill" {*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*} {*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*} "You know the drill" |
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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
Intro(phone conversation):
Yo what up son? -Yo what up kid? Yo, you holdin your head up? -I'm tryin to man, but the system is shady Word man they always man, they always tryin to keep a good brother down, but I'm sayin We still, you know we got love for you son and we prayin for you and we, you know we tryin to hold it down wh you know while you in there man -No question Hopefully they won't keep you in there for too long -Yeah, for real, I sure love be out in a minute, you know? -But you know what I want you to kid? You know what would -be the bomb man? What's that? -You need to do some shit with Face man -Bomb on niggaz, be shady man Scarface? -Yeah man Yo that's my nigga, yaknowwhaImean -Scarface is tight son Yo that's a good idea word is bond I'm gonna talk the play in tomorrow(yeah) and see about if we could hook up wit him -That's proper Hook: Guru Scandalous, money greed and lust In this trife life, there ain't nobody you can trust Plus there's no justice, it's just us In fact, watchin' yo back it be must And each and everyday around the way gats bust And jealous so-called friends'll try to set you up It's called betrayal Verse 1: Guru Check the horror scene The kid was like twelve or thirteen Never had the chance like other kids to follow dreams Watched his father catch two in the dome and to the spleen Nothin' but blood everywhere, these streets are mean They spared his life, but killed his moms and his sister Jean Of course over some drug shit Hi spops was on some ill-out, spill your guts, on some thug shit Didn't know his boys was on some shady ass no love shit His pops got played out though, with silencers they laid him out yo Took his stash and all the cash and left 'em, tied up on the couch yo With tape over his mouth, so he couldn't cry out cause his dad was the nigga with clout Survival of the fittest so they split his wig no doubt Despite the stocking caps he noticed the same cat, who used to give him doe and taught him, to use the same gat Supposed to be an Uncle,fam and all that He could tell it was him 'cause he wore the same slacks, he wore when he took him to Meadowlands racetrack Why did he flip and go out like that? It's called betrayal Hook Verse 2: Scarface A Betrayal Punk ass niggas It's called betrayal He on a mission to become a ball player Flip big Benz's, flossin all gators Had it all mapped out,6-8,12th grader Fresh outta school, he fin' to go lay paper He had abrother who was hustlin collectin his change Never let his baby brother stick his neck in the game Told him all he had to do is just enjoy the ride And he ain't have to worry about money cause that's in time So now he's pacin as the time moves slowly Can't wait to face Shaquille in the paint and school Kobe Kept his grades and stayed up under naighborhood functions And then a group of knuckleheads came through dumpin So now he's sittin on the sidewalk bleedin Fell into a puddle of his own blood and stopped breathin And everybody in the neighborhood still grievin But destiny caught up with his ass and he got even And all the cryin in the world ain't goin to bring him back his brother, sittin at the wake wipin tears from his mother's eyes Why'd the game have to go and take the young boys life Only the wicked live shife, payin the price while he's starin at the shell his brothers soul wants hell the trigger man made bail and you, wouldn't pay the boys mail, and sacrificed the fuckin family That's betrayal Betrayal(echoes) |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Intro(phone conversation):
Yo what up son? -Yo what up kid? Yo, you holdin your head up? -I'm tryin to man, but the system is shady Word man they always man, they always tryin to keep a good brother down, but I'm sayin We still, you know we got love for you son and we prayin for you and we, you know we tryin to hold it down wh you know while you in there man -No question Hopefully they won't keep you in there for too long -Yeah, for real, I sure love be out in a minute, you know? -But you know what I want you to kid? You know what would -be the bomb man? What's that? -You need to do some shit with Face man -Bomb on niggaz, be shady man Scarface? -Yeah man Yo that's my nigga, yaknowwhaImean -Scarface is tight son Yo that's a good idea word is bond I'm gonna talk the play in tomorrow(yeah) and see about if we could hook up wit him -That's proper Hook: Guru Scandalous, money greed and lust In this trife life, there ain't nobody you can trust Plus there's no justice, it's just us In fact, watchin' yo back it be must And each and everyday around the way gats bust And jealous so-called friends'll try to set you up It's called betrayal Verse 1: Guru Check the horror scene The kid was like twelve or thirteen Never had the chance like other kids to follow dreams Watched his father catch two in the dome and to the spleen Nothin' but blood everywhere, these streets are mean They spared his life, but killed his moms and his sister Jean Of course over some drug shit Hi spops was on some ill-out, spill your guts, on some thug shit Didn't know his boys was on some shady ass no love shit His pops got played out though, with silencers they laid him out yo Took his stash and all the cash and left 'em, tied up on the couch yo With tape over his mouth, so he couldn't cry out cause his dad was the nigga with clout Survival of the fittest so they split his wig no doubt Despite the stocking caps he noticed the same cat, who used to give him doe and taught him, to use the same gat Supposed to be an Uncle,fam and all that He could tell it was him 'cause he wore the same slacks, he wore when he took him to Meadowlands racetrack Why did he flip and go out like that? It's called betrayal Hook Verse 2: Scarface A Betrayal Punk ass niggas It's called betrayal He on a mission to become a ball player Flip big Benz's, flossin all gators Had it all mapped out,6-8,12th grader Fresh outta school, he fin' to go lay paper He had abrother who was hustlin collectin his change Never let his baby brother stick his neck in the game Told him all he had to do is just enjoy the ride And he ain't have to worry about money cause that's in time So now he's pacin as the time moves slowly Can't wait to face Shaquille in the paint and school Kobe Kept his grades and stayed up under naighborhood functions And then a group of knuckleheads came through dumpin So now he's sittin on the sidewalk bleedin Fell into a puddle of his own blood and stopped breathin And everybody in the neighborhood still grievin But destiny caught up with his ass and he got even And all the cryin in the world ain't goin to bring him back his brother, sittin at the wake wipin tears from his mother's eyes Why'd the game have to go and take the young boys life Only the wicked live shife, payin the price while he's starin at the shell his brothers soul wants hell the trigger man made bail and you, wouldn't pay the boys mail, and sacrificed the fuckin family That's betrayal Betrayal(echoes) |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Intro(phone conversation):
Yo what up son? -Yo what up kid? Yo, you holdin your head up? -I'm tryin to man, but the system is shady Word man they always man, they always tryin to keep a good brother down, but I'm sayin We still, you know we got love for you son and we prayin for you and we, you know we tryin to hold it down wh you know while you in there man -No question Hopefully they won't keep you in there for too long -Yeah, for real, I sure love be out in a minute, you know? -But you know what I want you to kid? You know what would -be the bomb man? What's that? -You need to do some shit with Face man -Bomb on niggaz, be shady man Scarface? -Yeah man Yo that's my nigga, yaknowwhaImean -Scarface is tight son Yo that's a good idea word is bond I'm gonna talk the play in tomorrow(yeah) and see about if we could hook up wit him -That's proper Hook: Guru Scandalous, money greed and lust In this trife life, there ain't nobody you can trust Plus there's no justice, it's just us In fact, watchin' yo back it be must And each and everyday around the way gats bust And jealous so-called friends'll try to set you up It's called betrayal Verse 1: Guru Check the horror scene The kid was like twelve or thirteen Never had the chance like other kids to follow dreams Watched his father catch two in the dome and to the spleen Nothin' but blood everywhere, these streets are mean They spared his life, but killed his moms and his sister Jean Of course over some drug shit Hi spops was on some ill-out, spill your guts, on some thug shit Didn't know his boys was on some shady ass no love shit His pops got played out though, with silencers they laid him out yo Took his stash and all the cash and left 'em, tied up on the couch yo With tape over his mouth, so he couldn't cry out cause his dad was the nigga with clout Survival of the fittest so they split his wig no doubt Despite the stocking caps he noticed the same cat, who used to give him doe and taught him, to use the same gat Supposed to be an Uncle,fam and all that He could tell it was him 'cause he wore the same slacks, he wore when he took him to Meadowlands racetrack Why did he flip and go out like that? It's called betrayal Hook Verse 2: Scarface A Betrayal Punk ass niggas It's called betrayal He on a mission to become a ball player Flip big Benz's, flossin all gators Had it all mapped out,6-8,12th grader Fresh outta school, he fin' to go lay paper He had abrother who was hustlin collectin his change Never let his baby brother stick his neck in the game Told him all he had to do is just enjoy the ride And he ain't have to worry about money cause that's in time So now he's pacin as the time moves slowly Can't wait to face Shaquille in the paint and school Kobe Kept his grades and stayed up under naighborhood functions And then a group of knuckleheads came through dumpin So now he's sittin on the sidewalk bleedin Fell into a puddle of his own blood and stopped breathin And everybody in the neighborhood still grievin But destiny caught up with his ass and he got even And all the cryin in the world ain't goin to bring him back his brother, sittin at the wake wipin tears from his mother's eyes Why'd the game have to go and take the young boys life Only the wicked live shife, payin the price while he's starin at the shell his brothers soul wants hell the trigger man made bail and you, wouldn't pay the boys mail, and sacrificed the fuckin family That's betrayal Betrayal(echoes) |
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from Gang Starr - Step In The Arena (1991)
Expanding the depth of your brainpower Ours is a better gift, not to be bragging nor lolligagging I can see dimensions of sound and light around my mic Transmitting lyrics like teletype Reacting to a beat in a whisper And like a transistor, I'm sounding dope when I'm crisper The shortest length between two points is a straight line I've gotta take mine, I heard it through the grapevine that some can't find hype lines (hype lines...) And so I'm smothering, over my prey I am hovering Suckers I'm shoving at the same time covering you with the blanket of some language that's distinguished How swift can I get? You ask and I'll tell For I can excel real well like a gazelle Past your head, I'm grabbin abstract thought Like some gain glory, while others get no part I feel for the hurt ones, the victims of wrong deeds Awareness is key, our people have strong needs Science, math, history theology Philosophy psychology english and biology Et cetera, and all of these have a purpose But genocide makes me nervous So many questions, many opinions to mention And damn (damn...) this jam's beyond comprehension Like planets in orbit, we ride the life cycle Some take a rifle on the street cause it seems neat Whatever turns you on I guess, that's why vests are in season I'll do my show then I'm leavin I'd rather be blastin dope sounds on the other side of town than be there when they close the place down But anyway, everyday, there's another way for a person to just flip, so a brother may simply go buckwild, get crazy and mad I know the struggle my father had Poetry it comes from within, and will always win Hold captive bodies from end to end And at a party, I'll survey then slay with the quickness Displaying the fitness Easing the mind and relieving the tension And singing my own song... that's beyond comprehension |
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from Gang Starr - Hard To Earn (1994)
Ah so now ya got me pissed off blast off lift off Time for me to twist off a vocal fist off into your domepiece Homepeace I heard your chick wants to bone me I get wild like rugby respected like Bugsy Don't even ask me cause I'm livin lovely Born to succeed foes bleed true indeed The oral combat will romp that your one of my seeds when I first busted on the scene Nigga you knew I had more than a gangsta lean I mean my lean is gangsta though so check it I'll stick an MC for his spot and sign in blood on his wack record Boo-ya-ka, to your face as I ruin ya Clown ya, dumbfound ya, while I'm screwin the fuck out cha girl as she steps into my world I'm not the tallest, but that ass I'll polish And if the hooker runs her mouth she gets cut off But then you'll sweat her, cause like my leather you're butter soft Your style stinks kid, ya garbage And if you keep talkin shit, I'ma make ya pay homage Cause the G to the U to the R-U, came too far to let you slide through, rhymes will scar you And who the fuck are you anyway? I catch more wreck in a minute than if you rhyme for ten days Throw the cash in the pot You betta dash nigga, cause I'm blowin up the spot "I'm bout to blow the fuck up" * Premier scratches * [Guru] No ex-capin the explosion, those who are dozin, I close in Set the thermostat at sub-zero, they're frozen Extreme temperatures from my mic, stuns amateurs Unable to conquer the Gang, I ain't mad at cha Peace to Jeru, the Big Shug and the Group Home Keepin it real, no playin niggaz or chrome I'm way past the kid shit, brothers already did shit You want some props? Yo dog, here's a biscuit I'm a smooth nigga and my groove's bigga, move nigga And we don't care who's wit cha, got the picture? And you don't wanna hear the burners go pop Gang Starr motherfucker, what, blowin up the spot "I'm bout to blow the fuck up" * Premier scratches * [Guru] I go from one format then switch to the next Reflex sets the pitch vocals rip through projects Crazy shouts are heard all around Cause the GangStarr sound carries more weight per pound I got some brand new Timbs, so emcees sing new hymns You betta repent, come correct, represent or get stomped, smacked and slapped, cap peeled back I got you open, and now you cling to my sac Get off, hands off, stay off, you're way off You rookie motherfuckers it's the finals not the playoffs I'll break you up into particles, to small pieces Because your brain is miniscule You little fool, come learn the tools of the trade I made the rules so go to school and get played Just when you're thinkin that your jam is hot Up steps the niggaz who be blowin up the spot |
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from Gang Starr - Hard To Earn (1994)
One two checka, get, down and dirty
and my sounds are worthy of respect So I'ma flex my text just like a, major takeover Chumps pass the mic over Growin more and more nervous when I serve this ass whoopin Comin straight out of Brooklyn, baldhead from the old school Born to rule with more class than Billy Dee To a pussy emcee, you know a wuss emcee I'm like his worst nightmare when I'm on my killin spree Pick the vic, who will it be? Your vote may hold the key It's up to you, tell us true Who'll be, herb of the day? And your fake, you break, when suckers choose, they lose I'm like lethal, to you and your people It's like an outrage, when punks step on stage with the weak show, weak flow, and still make dough So I'ma take dough from em, and then stum em Teach em how to really get biz like this Me and my Gang's gonna swarm... Brainstorm It takes at least, two to tango, so you can get strangled from any angle, as I get buck on ducks All the, sexy girlies wanna push up close to The man with the most who don't flaunt his ego Some motherfuckers ain't as gifted Not everyone can move the crowd and uplift it I'm swift with the shit like a bullet's trajectory So don't stand next to me It's like a, warm sensation when my shells hit You were wrong, you know what you did so you fell quick to the pavement, no signs of body movement See I knew it, yo I had to do it And it's, cool to duel but don't slip up fool cause I'ma leave you dead and stinkin like a sesspool And all the chicks know what's goin on Cause baby, there ain't no sunshine when I'm gone And you can beg for me to stay and parlay But sorry, I gots to go, got bills to pay See by nature I'm godly When I touch the mic, it's never too hard for me to let out, a mastermind of mad clout Huh, me and my Gang's gonna swarm... Brainstorm I'm gonna get ya You might be bigger than me, so I'ma wet ya Come into your house to douse it with the malatov cocktail, I won't fail Burn out your eyeballs, and leave a note in braille So what the fuck you gonna do? Yea I know I used to act relaxed but now I'm cuckoo Come into my darkest deepest thoughts We fought I won, and now you're caught and bein tortured Water pellets dripped upon your forehead but you can't move, because you're tied up Your time's up... |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
A special guest ??"It's the militia... It's the militia"
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, lyrically gunning you wanna dash? I got Dub C, from South C, 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 The illest--Realest--Representin Bringin the rukkus--Let it be known The illest--Realest--Word up It's The Militia The illest--Realest--Representin Bringin the rukkus--Let it be known The illest--Realest--Word up It's The Militia Makin a move, makin a move, who's that nigga thats makin a move? It's the Shadiest rhymin'-back, actin' a motherfucking fool 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 New York City, walkin with two of the Brooklyn's finest My two affiliates from the East we all bang But if y'all don't mind, this is still Westside Connec' Gang Dress-code the same, just new pieces on my neck East Coast brownies, house shoes, and hair nets Y'all can't see this, so peep the sister G is pushin a Six As I freak this, caviar GangStarr Militia remix It's Dub C the jankiest loc', I'm runnin this here With the Guru and New York's hardest, DJ Premier, Militia The illest--Realest--Representin Bringin the rukkus--Let it be known The illest--Realest--Word up It's The Militia The illest--Realest--Representin Bringin the rukkus--Let it be known The illest--Realest--Word up It's The Militia Yo, it's The Master, mister, Musical Massacre Passion for disaster, paragraph ambassador R get the red carpet, just call me on Corner the market like the mic's last name was Corleone The facade killer, come through your city like Godzilla Think of the sickest thing you ever seen, Ra's iller My vision's vicious, suspect suspicious Plans is ambitious, my motive's malicious No interferin, if you ain't down, you got to swearin And these cats they ain't carin, habitat awarin Crack appearin, from out the track that I'm hearin It's either that, or I'm going back to racketeering Yo, you should see me, I got a crew like Mussolini But Kool as Moe Dee, my flow be, smooth and easy For turnin ?area centers? to wilers, you get the picture? Rakim is, the minist', with malice, Militia GangStarr, The R, Dub C, baby pa. Straight up, check it out |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
A special guest ??"It's the militia... It's the militia"
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, lyrically gunning you wanna dash? I got Dub C, from South C, 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 The illest--Realest--Representin Bringin the rukkus--Let it be known The illest--Realest--Word up It's The Militia The illest--Realest--Representin Bringin the rukkus--Let it be known The illest--Realest--Word up It's The Militia Makin a move, makin a move, who's that nigga thats makin a move? It's the Shadiest rhymin'-back, actin' a motherfucking fool 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 New York City, walkin with two of the Brooklyn's finest My two affiliates from the East we all bang But if y'all don't mind, this is still Westside Connec' Gang Dress-code the same, just new pieces on my neck East Coast brownies, house shoes, and hair nets Y'all can't see this, so peep the sister G is pushin a Six As I freak this, caviar GangStarr Militia remix It's Dub C the jankiest loc', I'm runnin this here With the Guru and New York's hardest, DJ Premier, Militia The illest--Realest--Representin Bringin the rukkus--Let it be known The illest--Realest--Word up It's The Militia The illest--Realest--Representin Bringin the rukkus--Let it be known The illest--Realest--Word up It's The Militia Yo, it's The Master, mister, Musical Massacre Passion for disaster, paragraph ambassador R get the red carpet, just call me on Corner the market like the mic's last name was Corleone The facade killer, come through your city like Godzilla Think of the sickest thing you ever seen, Ra's iller My vision's vicious, suspect suspicious Plans is ambitious, my motive's malicious No interferin, if you ain't down, you got to swearin And these cats they ain't carin, habitat awarin Crack appearin, from out the track that I'm hearin It's either that, or I'm going back to racketeering Yo, you should see me, I got a crew like Mussolini But Kool as Moe Dee, my flow be, smooth and easy For turnin ?area centers? to wilers, you get the picture? Rakim is, the minist', with malice, Militia GangStarr, The R, Dub C, baby pa. Straight up, check it out |
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from Gang Starr - No More Mr. Nice Guy (1989)
You ain't livin right punk I'll have to school you Not rule you but I'll say yo you fool yourself When you try to deny and defy written laws This means your cause has lost Think about it take the time and even ponder longer Then let your mind start to wander Go black and track the facts about all of your mistakes It only takes to one to make fate Pick up your life clean up your act and get a legal plan You can, or be an evil man Caught, and then you claim you're not responsible The choice was yours, when the fun's gone you will realize that you don't get somethin for nothin, why you bluffin? Others even brothers are stuffin their pockets with honest cash, they'll laugh, so don't knock it Jock it, cause the Guru must stop it I'll jab you, smack you, crack -- you're demolished You must acknowledge -- life is like a college in itself Get a degree in reality Or you will be upon it like a lawn you'll be walked on Gone, never to see or be the same again Friend, cause the time you spend Bringin down yourself, bringin down the pace Bringin down your friends, bringin down the race will have your life in a wreck And homeboy life is cause and effect Exactly what you put in boy, you will get out of it The energy released comes back, there is no doubt of it So when you thrive to connive and contrive foolish deeds This means you'll bleed from greed Dig the rhyme dig the thought, of what'll happen You're nappin, you're gonna fall off the map 'n' lie out, and cry out, why? You got the short end of the stick Cause you're too quick to run tricks Open your mind, widen your sight, get out of your rut MOVE, and get the lead out of your butt Cause you can't live without a plan to get freshed chump and you shouldn't stand to let anything sway you from the path you know is truthful Chill, cause you know the chosen youth will take over, and control the whole so don't blow it Know it, cause the Guru must show it I'll teach you, reachin each so you're enlightened Emcees are frightened, by what I write in my songs Cause I express what I manifest While some of you fall down to the ground with breakdowns never to see or be the same again Friend, cause the time you spend Bringin down yourself, bringin down the pace Bringin down your friends, bringin down the race will have your life in a wreck And homeboy life is cause and effect You're still playin games lame, I'll have to end you Straight to the gate of fate, so you can claim your doom Will you decay as you pay in repentance I light my sentence like incense Breathe in, expel your fears as you marvel Heed what I feed, you won't starve you'll make it But if you don't, you will be finished You'll dissapear, you will diminish never to see or be the same again Friend, cause the time you spend Bringin down yourself, bringin down the pace Bringin down your friends, bringin down the race will leave you bugged and upset Cause homeboy life is cause and effect Cause and effect!! Once again, Premier and the Guru It's like that |
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from Gang Starr - Step In The Arena (1991)
[Guru] You puny protozoa, you're so minute you didn't know the Gang has been watchin but instead of just squashin you I'm scoopin you up out of the muck you wallow in like a cheif chemist, other scientists are followin Plannin to examine you, on a petrie dish Sticking you and frickin you, just a teenie bit I'm clever, with science, but never relyin on false words from cowards who forever be tryin Insistin they come off, I let 'em get some off Then come back wit drum tracks, their ears could get numb off Blockbustin, like makin love, I'll never stop thrustin into your system, so just listen I'm like a neurosurgeon, operatin wit a purer version I write prescriptions, of words that fit in The thought gets prescribed, as I kick it live Cause it's more that a style, it's conceptual genius My effect on the scene is, to project that I mean this You deadbeat, wait until you see my next feat I get respect for the rep when I speak Check the technique [DJ Premier cuts] "Check the technique.." (3X) "Check the technique and see if you can follow it" [Guru] I'm rushin you like a defensive end as I recommend that you comprehend, I could stomp you in a battle, contest, or war, what will occur will be the forfeiture, of your immature insecure for sure, meek, weak visions of grandeur To rudely awaken you, and then'll be breakin you Taxin without askin and trackin and snakin you Makin you succumb to the drums of GangStarr By far we are, truly gifted ones son But if you were to speculate or estimate us losin you'll be dyin, tryin to face the fate of your delusions Cause miscalculation, is all you're statin So I'm chumpin, puntin punks just like footballs Cause I wanna put y'all, back in the messhall to clean up the slop, and stop all the bullcrap Your rap's crazy wack, so don't try to pull that You're lackin the vernacular, I'm slappin ya and cappin ya and closin your jaw, cause you can't mess with GangStarr The Guru and Premier always dope with the blessed beats Dance your ass off Hobbes, check the technique [DJ Premier cuts] "Check the technique.." (4X) [Guru] "Bon voyage", "Sayanora", "Arriva derci" Your ass gets busted doodoo mustard, you tried to work me You irked me - because you copy and falsify And I don't care how many step up, cause you all can try to wish and fish for a style, here's a fishin rod These rhymes are hittin hard, constantly I'm gettin large Inevitably, I readily kick a slew of lyrics so deep, so don't sleep, but just peep me Puttin methods on records and spinning for each millisecond 33 RPM's displays the art of men And as my rhymin builds you see my time it's chill ..and then I look upon weak ones I'm teachin each one so they become redone Essays are relayed to twist you up like French braids or tied up like corn braids, cause I got a strong way Force like police raids to never be delayed I once was the least paid but I made the grade Cause this ain't a slave sale and I ain't the same stale rapper, no, I'm not a phony microphonist wit no blaster No type of real appeal or real - talent And it makes me violent man To see all of these peewee bee MC wannabees makin G's for some dumb companies and lots of money but no idea what is rap and what is dope So check out what the Guru wrote Cause I will prevail, give you tales as I unveil Have enough braincells so I can stay paid well Now I'm in the driver's seat, and rockin the liver beats Bouncin and boomin and blastin you to the next seat Shiek and unique with lots of kick like a cleat Check the technique (.. chief unique technique..) (.. chief unique technique..) [DJ Premier cuts] "Check the technique.." (3X) "Check the technique and see if you can follow it" |
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from Gang Starr - Hard To Earn (1994)
Take this for example young brothers want rep
Cause in the life they're living, you can't half step It starts with the young ones doing crime for fun And if you ain't down, you'll get played out son So let's get a car, you know, a fly whip Get a dent, pull a screwdriver, and be off quick With a dope ride, yeah, and a rowdy crew We can bag us a Benz and an Audi, too Even a jeep or a van, goddamn, we're getting ours, yo Take a trip up the strip, and be like stars so It doesn't matter if the cops be scoping They can't do jack, that's why a young brother's open To do anything, anywhere, anyplace Buckwild in another court case It's the code of the streets They might say we're a menace to society But at the same time I say "Why is it me?" Am I the target, for destruction? What about the system, and total corruption? I can't work at no fast-food joint I got some talent, so don't you get my point? I'll organize some brothers and get some crazy loot Selling D-R-U-G-S and clocking dollars, troop Cause the phat dough, yo, that suits me fine I gotta have it so I can leave behind The mad poverty, never having always needing If a sucker steps up, then I leave him bleeding I gotta get mine, I can't take no shorts And while I'm selling, here's a flash report Organized crime, they get theirs on the down low Here's the ticket, wanna bet on a horse show? You gotta be a pro, do what you know When you're dealing with the code of the streets Nine times out of ten I win, with the skills I be weilding Got the tec one dealing, let me express my feelings Guru has never been one to play a big shot It's just the styles I got that keep my mic hot Anf fuck turning my back to the street scene It gives me energy, so Imma keep fiends Coming, just to get what I'm selling Maybe criminal or felon dropping gems on your melon So keep abreast to the GangStarr conquest Underground ruffnecks, pounds of respect I've never been afraid to let loose my speech My brothers know I kick the code of the streets |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Take this for example young brothers want rep
Cause in the life they're living, you can't half step It starts with the young ones doing crime for fun And if you ain't down, you'll get played out son So let's get a car, you know, a fly whip Get a dent, pull a screwdriver, and be off quick With a dope ride, yeah, and a rowdy crew We can bag us a Benz and an Audi, too Even a jeep or a van, goddamn, we're getting ours, yo Take a trip up the strip, and be like stars so It doesn't matter if the cops be scoping They can't do jack, that's why a young brother's open To do anything, anywhere, anyplace Buckwild in another court case It's the code of the streets They might say we're a menace to society But at the same time I say "Why is it me?" Am I the target, for destruction? What about the system, and total corruption? I can't work at no fast-food joint I got some talent, so don't you get my point? I'll organize some brothers and get some crazy loot Selling D-R-U-G-S and clocking dollars, troop Cause the phat dough, yo, that suits me fine I gotta have it so I can leave behind The mad poverty, never having always needing If a sucker steps up, then I leave him bleeding I gotta get mine, I can't take no shorts And while I'm selling, here's a flash report Organized crime, they get theirs on the down low Here's the ticket, wanna bet on a horse show? You gotta be a pro, do what you know When you're dealing with the code of the streets Nine times out of ten I win, with the skills I be weilding Got the tec one dealing, let me express my feelings Guru has never been one to play a big shot It's just the styles I got that keep my mic hot Anf fuck turning my back to the street scene It gives me energy, so Imma keep fiends Coming, just to get what I'm selling Maybe criminal or felon dropping gems on your melon So keep abreast to the GangStarr conquest Underground ruffnecks, pounds of respect I've never been afraid to let loose my speech My brothers know I kick the code of the streets |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Take this for example young brothers want rep
Cause in the life they're living, you can't half step It starts with the young ones doing crime for fun And if you ain't down, you'll get played out son So let's get a car, you know, a fly whip Get a dent, pull a screwdriver, and be off quick With a dope ride, yeah, and a rowdy crew We can bag us a Benz and an Audi, too Even a jeep or a van, goddamn, we're getting ours, yo Take a trip up the strip, and be like stars so It doesn't matter if the cops be scoping They can't do jack, that's why a young brother's open To do anything, anywhere, anyplace Buckwild in another court case It's the code of the streets They might say we're a menace to society But at the same time I say "Why is it me?" Am I the target, for destruction? What about the system, and total corruption? I can't work at no fast-food joint I got some talent, so don't you get my point? I'll organize some brothers and get some crazy loot Selling D-R-U-G-S and clocking dollars, troop Cause the phat dough, yo, that suits me fine I gotta have it so I can leave behind The mad poverty, never having always needing If a sucker steps up, then I leave him bleeding I gotta get mine, I can't take no shorts And while I'm selling, here's a flash report Organized crime, they get theirs on the down low Here's the ticket, wanna bet on a horse show? You gotta be a pro, do what you know When you're dealing with the code of the streets Nine times out of ten I win, with the skills I be weilding Got the tec one dealing, let me express my feelings Guru has never been one to play a big shot It's just the styles I got that keep my mic hot Anf fuck turning my back to the street scene It gives me energy, so Imma keep fiends Coming, just to get what I'm selling Maybe criminal or felon dropping gems on your melon So keep abreast to the GangStarr conquest Underground ruffnecks, pounds of respect I've never been afraid to let loose my speech My brothers know I kick the code of the streets |
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from Freedom Writers (프리덤 라이터스) by Mark Isham [ost] (2007)
Take this for example young brothers want rep
Cause in the life they're living, you can't half step It starts with the young ones doing crime for fun And if you ain't down, you'll get played out son So let's get a car, you know, a fly whip Get a dent, pull a screwdriver, and be off quick With a dope ride, yeah, and a rowdy crew We can bag us a Benz and an Audi, too Even a jeep or a van, goddamn, we're getting ours, yo Take a trip up the strip, and be like stars so It doesn't matter if the cops be scoping They can't do jack, that's why a young brother's open To do anything, anywhere, anyplace Buckwild in another court case It's the code of the streets They might say we're a menace to society But at the same time I say "Why is it me?" Am I the target, for destruction? What about the system, and total corruption? I can't work at no fast-food joint I got some talent, so don't you get my point? I'll organize some brothers and get some crazy loot Selling D-R-U-G-S and clocking dollars, troop Cause the phat dough, yo, that suits me fine I gotta have it so I can leave behind The mad poverty, never having always needing If a sucker steps up, then I leave him bleeding I gotta get mine, I can't take no shorts And while I'm selling, here's a flash report Organized crime, they get theirs on the down low Here's the ticket, wanna bet on a horse show? You gotta be a pro, do what you know When you're dealing with the code of the streets Nine times out of ten I win, with the skills I be weilding Got the tec one dealing, let me express my feelings Guru has never been one to play a big shot It's just the styles I got that keep my mic hot Anf fuck turning my back to the street scene It gives me energy, so Imma keep fiends Coming, just to get what I'm selling Maybe criminal or felon dropping gems on your melon So keep abreast to the GangStarr conquest Underground ruffnecks, pounds of respect I've never been afraid to let loose my speech My brothers know I kick the code of the streets |
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from Gang Starr - Hard To Earn (1994)
I hit the chicks with the nice round heinies
Play a hoe like a hoe, play a sucka like stymied Try me, and you'll descend into your end Never thought it could be you well think again my friend My pen illuminates, and dooms the fakes You're soon to break, you're strawberry like shortcake I'm in that ass with my Timbs all day You couldn't tarnish my rep, so you crept away Just behave and be a good son--or else I'm bringin the noise cause most emcees are puns I used to chill in roxbury now i'm comin outta brooklyn Herb niggaz are assed out, y'all get tooken Or taken, and that's word to all rude bwoy jamaican I swing bitch, yes i'm crankin Just like an alpine, a deadly rhyme, brand spankin new Pumped to put some lead in your crew A hollow point shot, cause your weak shallow point's Not hittin -- should've gave up from the beginning But since you're bluffin with your tape that's trash Tell your peeps that we comin for datazz "here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" Whose that lurkin in the dark with the hoodie strapped; Puffin on a blizz, mellow meditatin black? I ain't impressed cause the rest they fess Sometimes i wanna flip, clap a hole in they chest But i lay back, as i prepare for the payback And drop the master rhymes with the mad crew from wayback I stay back, i watch, the whole job, you botched Couldn't maintain, it's like your brain just stopped But the gang is on the prowl kid like lector Paint a logo with your blood so you niggaz remember The chain and the star, mysticle and never typical The average rap group, ain't even equipped to go head up, I'm dead up, you ducks could never last You fakin jacks, we comin for datazz "Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" I heard some hardheaded punks wanna see me Jealous of a nigga just because he's on TV You know the video shows that you be watchin Call up and request so you can see it more often My persona sheds more light than a nova Cause niggaz are soldier, yo this war, it ain't over And ain't no stopping like McFadden and Whitehead You might get dead, fuckin around like you do Pursue the knowledge that's available Before your chump-style game and your punk friends fail you Gonna dissect your brain for a minute Look at your puny ass world and what's in it Nothin, that's how long you've been frontin I figured by now that you've come up with somethin But you're still the same snake with my name on your mouth Wanna know what I'm doin, wanna know why I shine? Cause I'm the rebirth, so now you gotta see me first I kick more facts than paperbacks for research and knees hurt, next you feel em bucklin The huge pussy look on your face reveals the sucker inside of ya, because I checked the way you're ridin the jimsome, better sing more than a hymn son Never sustain the true pain of my wisdom Never be able to touch GangStarr True indeed, I believe in takin my words far Across the seas and deserts, through the trees and grass And if you ain't on point, then we comin for datazz "Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" |
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from Gang Starr - No More Mr. Nice Guy (1989)
Guru All all.. let's get together now This is the time for gettin fresh for the weather now Seek the sheik speakin and those keepin the faith We won't have to hesitate We just skate straight into the heart of it This is the scene and I'm the Dean and here's the start of it So see how things should be and come along with me Agree with this decree and let your conscience be free "Let your conscience be free" -->Erick Sermon cut n scratched by Premier Guru Release me, ? me, so I can set it off And if your body's feelin hottie won't you sweat it off Flow and go, farther, because we are the crusaders -- so you know we can create our own fate Great, let's get into it now Ain't nothin to it but to do it now, fluent now Word, you heard, this is the verdict now You can shake it don't you break it don't you hurt it now Flex, bend, and twist, into a motion of just bein down with the sound -- I'll give a potion of vocab, so go grab, the one of your choice so Then you'll feel good like you should, and you'll rejoice so see how things could be, and come along with me Agree with this decree, and let your conscience be free "Let your conscience be free" -->Erick Sermon cut n scratched by Premier Guru Girls, girls.. these are the details I like sophisticated, liberated females Dutch, treat, I have no qualms with it Your shape is neat, and I'd like to grace my palms with it Clocked the suave talkin, you won't be walkin away Because I know that you'll stay for my play, and sway, to rhythm pumpin baby You must admit this is legit and you'll jumpin maybe hold up, wait up, and don't get too excited For genuine is the line while others you invited Time for rhyme makin, and never fakin the move So get involved with the groove while I prove, smooth, that's how I kick it to you Because with all the respect, I wanna stick it to you see how things could be, and come along with me Agree with this decree, and let your conscience be free "Let your conscience be free" -->Erick Sermon cut n scratched by Premier Guru What's up, what? I am continuin All the chumps and the punks, I'll do em in and then pose for those lookin, that put the crooks in the cell Cause they're the wrong personnel I propel, swell, and I start blowin up All the babiest ones they should be growin up Bright, lights, I'm shinin on you now This is the time and the place, peace be upon you now see how things could be, and come along with me Agree with this decree, and let your conscience be free Let your conscience be free "Let your conscience be free" -->Erick Sermon |
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from Gang Starr - Daily Operation (1992)
You can't tell me life was meant to be like this a black man in a world dominated by whiteness Ever since the declaration of independence we've been easily brainwashed by just one sentence It goes: all men are created equal that's why corrupt governments kill innocent people With chemical warfare they created crack and AIDS got the public thinking these were things that black folks made And every time there's violence shown in the media usually it's a black thing so where are they leading ya To a world full of ignorance, hatred, and prejudice TV and the news for years they have fed you this foolish notion that blacks are all criminals violent, low lifes, and then even animals I'm telling the truth so some suckers are fearing me but I must do my part to combat the conspiracy The S.A.T. is not geared for the lower class so why waste time even trying to pass The educational system presumes you to fail the next place is the corner then after that jail You've got to understand that this has all been conspired to put a strain on our brains so that the strong grow tired It even exists when you go to your church cuz up on the wall a white Jesus lurks They use your subconscious to control your will they've done it for a while and developed the skill to make you want to kill your own brother man black against black you see it's part of their plan They want to send us to war and they want to ban rap what they really want to do is get rid of us blacks Genocide is for real and I hope that you're hearing me you must be aware to combat the conspiracy Even in this rap game all that glitters ain't gold now that rap is big business the snakes got bold They give you wack contracts and try to make you go pop cuz they have no regard for real hip-hop They'll compare you to others and say: "but yo, he sells" and you know in your heart that he's weak as hell So you say: "I ain't doing that corny stuff" but they tell ya that your chart positions will go up Sometimes they front big time and make you many promises and when they break 'em then your mama says "Son you're making records but that guy seems shady" it could be too late and your career could be played gee I hope you listen to the things that I'm sharing see we all have a job to combat the conspiracy |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Now I'm about to get funky..
to somethin that Premier plays Funky.. we gonna do it this way I'm gettin funky.. to somethin that Premier plays I'm the Guru and we'll do it this way Now give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due Now give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due I'm heated up, cause I'm seein folks that are so phony They didn't know me when I was broke and I was lonely Only a few came to check me, so they come first.. .. and yo our people come next G We'd go to a club, the Milky Way or the Payday The outlaw spots, where the music was real hot And you wasn't there, when the underrated, real MC's came equipped.. and used to kick slick lyrics All live, without no lipsync To a dope crate, building skills from instinct I'm tired of people, gettin all excited I'm not trippin on just a thing, but I'm delighted to let you know, that some others be flim-flammin I'll let you know, that all this time, we been jammin So give up the props Hobbes, jealousy's a flaw If the next man deserves it, earns it, it should be law So let him pass right through Because you got to give the credit y'all where it is due You know you got to give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due Give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due Some of the dopest MC's don't really get enough light Cause their record companies don't really market them right Most of the people signin acts, they ain't from the street Cause yo they come from the sweet.. .. soft section of town While they be sweatin and pretendin that they know a real rap sound But I know some guys, and some ladies, that can fill those spots mate to promote the real greats and educate, and get it straight And mobilizin the imitators, exposin the explosive core I hope to explore galaxies of remedies for your wack rap sickness as I convey relay, mack rap quickness In this business, I witness trickyness Some MC's are into stickyness But I'm sayin this, from experience, I'm furious I didn't get this far overnight, and there's nothin like the real thing, the real swing right? (real swing right?) ("On and on.." -) Biz) I'm takin things that are true So won't you give the credit y'all where it is due So yo I'm fed, cause people like to talk too much They're misled, and yo they like to sqwak too much But let me tell you baby you can't front on this twenty-four track mix, with the deep-ass kick The objective, is to surely demolish the chances of the wack takin all the dollars Support the brothers who are truly gifted This way, the odds, could never be shifted Like my man, you know he works real hard He's good at what he does and now he lives real large So why envy him, or anyone in his crew Just sit back and give the credit y'all where it is due Give the credit.. where it's due Give the credit y'all.. where it is due Give the credit.. where it's due Just give the credit y'all.. where it is due |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Now I'm about to get funky..
to somethin that Premier plays Funky.. we gonna do it this way I'm gettin funky.. to somethin that Premier plays I'm the Guru and we'll do it this way Now give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due Now give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due I'm heated up, cause I'm seein folks that are so phony They didn't know me when I was broke and I was lonely Only a few came to check me, so they come first.. .. and yo our people come next G We'd go to a club, the Milky Way or the Payday The outlaw spots, where the music was real hot And you wasn't there, when the underrated, real MC's came equipped.. and used to kick slick lyrics All live, without no lipsync To a dope crate, building skills from instinct I'm tired of people, gettin all excited I'm not trippin on just a thing, but I'm delighted to let you know, that some others be flim-flammin I'll let you know, that all this time, we been jammin So give up the props Hobbes, jealousy's a flaw If the next man deserves it, earns it, it should be law So let him pass right through Because you got to give the credit y'all where it is due You know you got to give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due Give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due Some of the dopest MC's don't really get enough light Cause their record companies don't really market them right Most of the people signin acts, they ain't from the street Cause yo they come from the sweet.. .. soft section of town While they be sweatin and pretendin that they know a real rap sound But I know some guys, and some ladies, that can fill those spots mate to promote the real greats and educate, and get it straight And mobilizin the imitators, exposin the explosive core I hope to explore galaxies of remedies for your wack rap sickness as I convey relay, mack rap quickness In this business, I witness trickyness Some MC's are into stickyness But I'm sayin this, from experience, I'm furious I didn't get this far overnight, and there's nothin like the real thing, the real swing right? (real swing right?) ("On and on.." -) Biz) I'm takin things that are true So won't you give the credit y'all where it is due So yo I'm fed, cause people like to talk too much They're misled, and yo they like to sqwak too much But let me tell you baby you can't front on this twenty-four track mix, with the deep-ass kick The objective, is to surely demolish the chances of the wack takin all the dollars Support the brothers who are truly gifted This way, the odds, could never be shifted Like my man, you know he works real hard He's good at what he does and now he lives real large So why envy him, or anyone in his crew Just sit back and give the credit y'all where it is due Give the credit.. where it's due Give the credit y'all.. where it is due Give the credit.. where it's due Just give the credit y'all.. where it is due |
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from Gang Starr - The Remainz [ep] (2002)
Now I'm about to get funky..
to somethin that Premier plays Funky.. we gonna do it this way I'm gettin funky.. to somethin that Premier plays I'm the Guru and we'll do it this way Now give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due Now give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due I'm heated up, cause I'm seein folks that are so phony They didn't know me when I was broke and I was lonely Only a few came to check me, so they come first.. .. and yo our people come next G We'd go to a club, the Milky Way or the Payday The outlaw spots, where the music was real hot And you wasn't there, when the underrated, real MC's came equipped.. and used to kick slick lyrics All live, without no lipsync To a dope crate, building skills from instinct I'm tired of people, gettin all excited I'm not trippin on just a thing, but I'm delighted to let you know, that some others be flim-flammin I'll let you know, that all this time, we been jammin So give up the props Hobbes, jealousy's a flaw If the next man deserves it, earns it, it should be law So let him pass right through Because you got to give the credit y'all where it is due You know you got to give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due Give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due Some of the dopest MC's don't really get enough light Cause their record companies don't really market them right Most of the people signin acts, they ain't from the street Cause yo they come from the sweet.. .. soft section of town While they be sweatin and pretendin that they know a real rap sound But I know some guys, and some ladies, that can fill those spots mate to promote the real greats and educate, and get it straight And mobilizin the imitators, exposin the explosive core I hope to explore galaxies of remedies for your wack rap sickness as I convey relay, mack rap quickness In this business, I witness trickyness Some MC's are into stickyness But I'm sayin this, from experience, I'm furious I didn't get this far overnight, and there's nothin like the real thing, the real swing right? (real swing right?) ("On and on.." -) Biz) I'm takin things that are true So won't you give the credit y'all where it is due So yo I'm fed, cause people like to talk too much They're misled, and yo they like to sqwak too much But let me tell you baby you can't front on this twenty-four track mix, with the deep-ass kick The objective, is to surely demolish the chances of the wack takin all the dollars Support the brothers who are truly gifted This way, the odds, could never be shifted Like my man, you know he works real hard He's good at what he does and now he lives real large So why envy him, or anyone in his crew Just sit back and give the credit y'all where it is due Give the credit.. where it's due Give the credit y'all.. where it is due Give the credit.. where it's due Just give the credit y'all.. where it is due |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
[Guru] Yeah, bout to talk about some serious shit Deadly habits, you know everybody's got 'em Just that some niggaz try to front, try to cover shit up But fuck that, I be wylin sometimes - you know why? Cause suckers be thinkin that shit is sweet Niggaz be thinkin that rap niggaz ain't real, haha Yeah well that's aight, that's aight Let 'em think what they want [Verse One: Guru] Yo I'm steady at it, them deadly habits I pray for the best outcome son, but my dome's already shattered By the shit that's occurred Drivin home tipsy from the club, puffin herb, vision blurred Thinkin bout them niggaz who caught the drop Who I gotta stop, who he caught, and who still gotta get popped Stash box, feelin like Fish in "King of New York" Wifey do her thing for the God, she don't be bringin me pork Cause there's enough deadly shit a brother be facin Up in V.I.P., niggaz drinks they be lacin Got a nigga sweatin pacin, not ready to fall the fuck up But ready to pull out, and back 'em all the fuck out And my guardian angel, is always there to protect And my supreme nature, keeps all them savages in check How the hell did everything get so twisted They say be careful what you pray for, so I guess now it's this shit [Chorus: Guru] They will never know - what I do to get by And them many times I almost died They will never know - all the reasons why I flip And now I gotta keep an extra clip They will never know - what this stress is like And why I'm on point, ready to fight They will never know - all the pressure and pain Don't give a fuck if they think less of me mayne [Verse Two: Guru] Deadly habits, they could be a number of |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
[Guru]
Yeah, bout to talk about some serious shit Deadly habits, you know everybody's got 'em Just that some niggaz try to front, try to cover shit up But fuck that, I be wylin sometimes - you know why? Cause suckers be thinkin that shit is sweet Niggaz be thinkin that rap niggaz ain't real, haha Yeah well that's aight, that's aight Let 'em think what they want [Verse One: Guru] Yo I'm steady at it, them deadly habits I pray for the best outcome son, but my dome's already shattered By the shit that's occurred Drivin home tipsy from the club, puffin herb, vision blurred Thinkin bout them niggaz who caught the drop Who I gotta stop, who he caught, and who still gotta get popped Stash box, feelin like Fish in "King of New York" Wifey do her thing for the God, she don't be bringin me pork Cause there's enough deadly shit a brother be facin Up in V.I.P., niggaz drinks they be lacin Got a nigga sweatin pacin, not ready to fall the fuck up But ready to pull out, and back 'em all the fuck out And my guardian angel, is always there to protect And my supreme nature, keeps all them savages in check How the hell did everything get so twisted They say be careful what you pray for, so I guess now it's this shit [Chorus: Guru] They will never know - what I do to get by And them many times I almost died They will never know - all the reasons why I flip And now I gotta keep an extra clip They will never know - what this stress is like And why I'm on point, ready to fight They will never know - all the pressure and pain Don't give a fuck if they think less of me mayne [Verse Two: Guru] Deadly habits, they could be a number of |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Yo, just because I want to, it don't mean I will And just because I'm angry, it don't mean I'd kill And just because she looks good, it don't mean I'd hit it And just because I'm horny, it don't mean i'm widdit Just because I make records, don't mean that I'm gassed And just because I'm rapping, don't mean I chase ass Just because I'm whylin, don't mean I can't stop I got discipline baby and I use it a lot People here's something that you should be considerin Things could turn bitter when, you don't use discipline You might wake up the next day upset and in fear Buggin out, yapping bout, "How the fuck did i get here? Who the hell is this stranger, starin all in my face?" Now you wish you hadn't positioned yourself in that place Think just in case you should took more precaution A good time can become a nightmare so often Like this nigga I know, that met these chicks on tour They rocked him to sleep, robbed his ass for cash galore Skated off in the night, without a trace or a hint Scheamin tantalizin him, dressed up in lace and shit Caught that kid out there, all high and dumbfounded Made him think he was gettin some pussy He just knew he was gonna pound it Situations like this, will make you think twice That's why instead of preaching death in my songs, I breathe life CHORUS: (TOTAL) Baby won't you take the time (take the time) Let me know what's on your mind (on your mind) Just because I'm yours don't make it right (don't make it right) Baby won't you take the time (bay-bee...) Let me know what's on your mind (I'm waiting..) Slow down baby, now let's make it right (on your love..) (I like you..) (GURU) Tycoon thug, he made me a ten thousand dollar investment Now he's not to be messed with, make the girls get undressed quick He's on some big muscled chest shit, posted by the exit That's my man, he's the owner, yeah he be on some next shit Said we'd make a few million by the next millenium Told me to keep dropping jewels like a triggerman, puttin lead in him Like Flavor said, I tell these hoes to kill the noise You know your pops told you, watch them New York boys All night, the ladies be like up in my mug Tranquilin and trance dancin up in my drug Fly honies, they hold me down like always The same cat that used to get blunted down in the hallways I love the cutie pies, never the zootie pies I got discipline, I want the crew to rise Situations like this'll make you think twice Instead on preachin death in my songs, I breathe life CHORUS (GURU) Ladies, here's somethin that we should be considerin Things could get bitter when, you don't use discipline Imaginin yourself livin lavish and plush Hangin with the cat whose spendin cabbage and buyin stuff However don't be clever with your endeavor And don't let too many men receive your treasure Most cats be thinkin with they bozack I admit in the past I was tryin to break these hoes backs Escape, without givin up a dime You know them fly ladies had a good fuckin time Coppin me some Timberland with a jacket to match it Girls nowadays wanna pigeon for chicken scratch And I ain't givin up nathan Long as my game expands, it's my discipline to hate 'em Situations like this, will make you think twice That's why instead of preachin death, I breathe life And just because I want to, it don't mean I will And just because I'm angry, it don't mean I'd kill And just because she looks good, it don't mean I'd hit it And just because I'm horny, it don't mean I'm widdit Just because I make records, don't mean that I'm gassed And just because I'm rapping, don't mean I chase ass And just because I'm whylin, don't mean I can't stop I got discipline baby, whether you do or not CHORUS |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Yo, just because I want to, it don't mean I will And just because I'm angry, it don't mean I'd kill And just because she looks good, it don't mean I'd hit it And just because I'm horny, it don't mean i'm widdit Just because I make records, don't mean that I'm gassed And just because I'm rapping, don't mean I chase ass Just because I'm whylin, don't mean I can't stop I got discipline baby and I use it a lot People here's something that you should be considerin Things could turn bitter when, you don't use discipline You might wake up the next day upset and in fear Buggin out, yapping bout, "How the fuck did i get here? Who the hell is this stranger, starin all in my face?" Now you wish you hadn't positioned yourself in that place Think just in case you should took more precaution A good time can become a nightmare so often Like this nigga I know, that met these chicks on tour They rocked him to sleep, robbed his ass for cash galore Skated off in the night, without a trace or a hint Scheamin tantalizin him, dressed up in lace and shit Caught that kid out there, all high and dumbfounded Made him think he was gettin some pussy He just knew he was gonna pound it Situations like this, will make you think twice That's why instead of preaching death in my songs, I breathe life CHORUS: (TOTAL) Baby won't you take the time (take the time) Let me know what's on your mind (on your mind) Just because I'm yours don't make it right (don't make it right) Baby won't you take the time (bay-bee...) Let me know what's on your mind (I'm waiting..) Slow down baby, now let's make it right (on your love..) (I like you..) (GURU) Tycoon thug, he made me a ten thousand dollar investment Now he's not to be messed with, make the girls get undressed quick He's on some big muscled chest shit, posted by the exit That's my man, he's the owner, yeah he be on some next shit Said we'd make a few million by the next millenium Told me to keep dropping jewels like a triggerman, puttin lead in him Like Flavor said, I tell these hoes to kill the noise You know your pops told you, watch them New York boys All night, the ladies be like up in my mug Tranquilin and trance dancin up in my drug Fly honies, they hold me down like always The same cat that used to get blunted down in the hallways I love the cutie pies, never the zootie pies I got discipline, I want the crew to rise Situations like this'll make you think twice Instead on preachin death in my songs, I breathe life CHORUS (GURU) Ladies, here's somethin that we should be considerin Things could get bitter when, you don't use discipline Imaginin yourself livin lavish and plush Hangin with the cat whose spendin cabbage and buyin stuff However don't be clever with your endeavor And don't let too many men receive your treasure Most cats be thinkin with they bozack I admit in the past I was tryin to break these hoes backs Escape, without givin up a dime You know them fly ladies had a good fuckin time Coppin me some Timberland with a jacket to match it Girls nowadays wanna pigeon for chicken scratch And I ain't givin up nathan Long as my game expands, it's my discipline to hate 'em Situations like this, will make you think twice That's why instead of preachin death, I breathe life And just because I want to, it don't mean I will And just because I'm angry, it don't mean I'd kill And just because she looks good, it don't mean I'd hit it And just because I'm horny, it don't mean I'm widdit Just because I make records, don't mean that I'm gassed And just because I'm rapping, don't mean I chase ass And just because I'm whylin, don't mean I can't stop I got discipline baby, whether you do or not CHORUS |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Yo, just because I want to, it don't mean I will And just because I'm angry, it don't mean I'd kill And just because she looks good, it don't mean I'd hit it And just because I'm horny, it don't mean i'm widdit Just because I make records, don't mean that I'm gassed And just because I'm rapping, don't mean I chase ass Just because I'm whylin, don't mean I can't stop I got discipline baby and I use it a lot People here's something that you should be considerin Things could turn bitter when, you don't use discipline You might wake up the next day upset and in fear Buggin out, yapping bout, "How the fuck did i get here? Who the hell is this stranger, starin all in my face?" Now you wish you hadn't positioned yourself in that place Think just in case you should took more precaution A good time can become a nightmare so often Like this nigga I know, that met these chicks on tour They rocked him to sleep, robbed his ass for cash galore Skated off in the night, without a trace or a hint Scheamin tantalizin him, dressed up in lace and shit Caught that kid out there, all high and dumbfounded Made him think he was gettin some pussy He just knew he was gonna pound it Situations like this, will make you think twice That's why instead of preaching death in my songs, I breathe life CHORUS: (TOTAL) Baby won't you take the time (take the time) Let me know what's on your mind (on your mind) Just because I'm yours don't make it right (don't make it right) Baby won't you take the time (bay-bee...) Let me know what's on your mind (I'm waiting..) Slow down baby, now let's make it right (on your love..) (I like you..) (GURU) Tycoon thug, he made me a ten thousand dollar investment Now he's not to be messed with, make the girls get undressed quick He's on some big muscled chest shit, posted by the exit That's my man, he's the owner, yeah he be on some next shit Said we'd make a few million by the next millenium Told me to keep dropping jewels like a triggerman, puttin lead in him Like Flavor said, I tell these hoes to kill the noise You know your pops told you, watch them New York boys All night, the ladies be like up in my mug Tranquilin and trance dancin up in my drug Fly honies, they hold me down like always The same cat that used to get blunted down in the hallways I love the cutie pies, never the zootie pies I got discipline, I want the crew to rise Situations like this'll make you think twice Instead on preachin death in my songs, I breathe life CHORUS (GURU) Ladies, here's somethin that we should be considerin Things could get bitter when, you don't use discipline Imaginin yourself livin lavish and plush Hangin with the cat whose spendin cabbage and buyin stuff However don't be clever with your endeavor And don't let too many men receive your treasure Most cats be thinkin with they bozack I admit in the past I was tryin to break these hoes backs Escape, without givin up a dime You know them fly ladies had a good fuckin time Coppin me some Timberland with a jacket to match it Girls nowadays wanna pigeon for chicken scratch And I ain't givin up nathan Long as my game expands, it's my discipline to hate 'em Situations like this, will make you think twice That's why instead of preachin death, I breathe life And just because I want to, it don't mean I will And just because I'm angry, it don't mean I'd kill And just because she looks good, it don't mean I'd hit it And just because I'm horny, it don't mean I'm widdit Just because I make records, don't mean that I'm gassed And just because I'm rapping, don't mean I chase ass And just because I'm whylin, don't mean I can't stop I got discipline baby, whether you do or not CHORUS |
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from Gang Starr - Hard To Earn (1994)
Intro: Greg Nice Ah yeah, here's another Gangstarr sure shot, featuring the one and only, uh heh heh heh handly handly boy, Nice & Smooth, hey, hey, HEY, HEY!!!! Ganstarr has got to be da sure shot Nice & Smooth has got to be da sure shot (Repeat 2X) [Greg Nice] Greg Nice!!! Greg N-I-C-E Droppin dem basso, ah oui oui Rock for a fee, not for free Maybe I'll do it for charity Now my employer or my employee Is makin Greg N-I-C-E very M-A-D Don't ever ever think of jerkin me I work to hard for my royalty Put lead in ya ass and drink a cup of tea Peace to Red Alert and Kid Capri Ooohh la la ah oui oui, I say Muhammad Ali, ya say Cassius Clay I say butter you say Parkay It's alright if ya wanna make a sway I'm a way up town, took duece to the tre I originate, they duplicate I praise the lord and keep the faith It's alright keep bitin at da bait '92, uh!!, one year later Peace out Premier take me out wit da fader [Premier scratches and hooks] [Guru] I chant eenie meenie, minie moe I wreck da mic like a pimp pimps hoes Here's how it goes I am a genius I mean this I shake this you'll take this I'm kinda fiendish You wish that you could come into my neighborhood Meaning my mental state Still I'm 5 foot 8 Crazy as I wanna be Cause I make it orderly You could say I'm sorta da boss so get lost The brotha dat will make you change opinions Dominions I'm in them when it's time to kick shit from The heart, plus I get a piece of the action I'm feelin satisfaction from the street crowd reaction Chumps pull guns when they feel afraid, too late When they dip in the kick they get sprayed Lemonade was a popular drink and in still is I get more props den stunts den Bruce Willis A poet like Langston Hughes and can't lose when I cruise Out on the expressway Leavin the Bodega I say "suave" Premier's got more beats den barns got hay Clips are inserted into my gun So I can take the money, neva have ta run [Premier scratches and hooks] [Smooth B] I left my Phillie at home Do you have another? I wanna get blunted my brother Now may I make a mark Then make a spark over this phat track Or should I say dope beat Subtract, delete All of the wick wack that wanna be abstract But they lack the new knack that's comin from way way back Hey yo Premier, please pass that buddha sack You hear we quit? No way, bullshit I told ya before we come back wit more hits I provide bright flava, so you could sketch me Do me a favor, dont try and catch me Slightly ahead of the game, I'm not a lame Ask him, he'll tell you the same he knows my name Smooth, I drop jewels like, paraphenalia I'm infallable, not into failure Like a rhinocerus, my speed is prosperous And pure knowledge expands from my esophagus I write here tonite to bring truth to the light My dialogue is my own cause Smooth B will neva bite [Premier scratches and hooks] |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Intro: Greg Nice Ah yeah, here's another Gangstarr sure shot, featuring the one and only, uh heh heh heh handly handly boy, Nice & Smooth, hey, hey, HEY, HEY!!!! Ganstarr has got to be da sure shot Nice & Smooth has got to be da sure shot (Repeat 2X) [Greg Nice] Greg Nice!!! Greg N-I-C-E Droppin dem basso, ah oui oui Rock for a fee, not for free Maybe I'll do it for charity Now my employer or my employee Is makin Greg N-I-C-E very M-A-D Don't ever ever think of jerkin me I work to hard for my royalty Put lead in ya ass and drink a cup of tea Peace to Red Alert and Kid Capri Ooohh la la ah oui oui, I say Muhammad Ali, ya say Cassius Clay I say butter you say Parkay It's alright if ya wanna make a sway I'm a way up town, took duece to the tre I originate, they duplicate I praise the lord and keep the faith It's alright keep bitin at da bait '92, uh!!, one year later Peace out Premier take me out wit da fader [Premier scratches and hooks] [Guru] I chant eenie meenie, minie moe I wreck da mic like a pimp pimps hoes Here's how it goes I am a genius I mean this I shake this you'll take this I'm kinda fiendish You wish that you could come into my neighborhood Meaning my mental state Still I'm 5 foot 8 Crazy as I wanna be Cause I make it orderly You could say I'm sorta da boss so get lost The brotha dat will make you change opinions Dominions I'm in them when it's time to kick shit from The heart, plus I get a piece of the action I'm feelin satisfaction from the street crowd reaction Chumps pull guns when they feel afraid, too late When they dip in the kick they get sprayed Lemonade was a popular drink and in still is I get more props den stunts den Bruce Willis A poet like Langston Hughes and can't lose when I cruise Out on the expressway Leavin the Bodega I say "suave" Premier's got more beats den barns got hay Clips are inserted into my gun So I can take the money, neva have ta run [Premier scratches and hooks] [Smooth B] I left my Phillie at home Do you have another? I wanna get blunted my brother Now may I make a mark Then make a spark over this phat track Or should I say dope beat Subtract, delete All of the wick wack that wanna be abstract But they lack the new knack that's comin from way way back Hey yo Premier, please pass that buddha sack You hear we quit? No way, bullshit I told ya before we come back wit more hits I provide bright flava, so you could sketch me Do me a favor, dont try and catch me Slightly ahead of the game, I'm not a lame Ask him, he'll tell you the same he knows my name Smooth, I drop jewels like, paraphenalia I'm infallable, not into failure Like a rhinocerus, my speed is prosperous And pure knowledge expands from my esophagus I write here tonite to bring truth to the light My dialogue is my own cause Smooth B will neva bite [Premier scratches and hooks] |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Intro: Greg Nice Ah yeah, here's another Gangstarr sure shot, featuring the one and only, uh heh heh heh handly handly boy, Nice & Smooth, hey, hey, HEY, HEY!!!! Ganstarr has got to be da sure shot Nice & Smooth has got to be da sure shot (Repeat 2X) [Greg Nice] Greg Nice!!! Greg N-I-C-E Droppin dem basso, ah oui oui Rock for a fee, not for free Maybe I'll do it for charity Now my employer or my employee Is makin Greg N-I-C-E very M-A-D Don't ever ever think of jerkin me I work to hard for my royalty Put lead in ya ass and drink a cup of tea Peace to Red Alert and Kid Capri Ooohh la la ah oui oui, I say Muhammad Ali, ya say Cassius Clay I say butter you say Parkay It's alright if ya wanna make a sway I'm a way up town, took duece to the tre I originate, they duplicate I praise the lord and keep the faith It's alright keep bitin at da bait '92, uh!!, one year later Peace out Premier take me out wit da fader [Premier scratches and hooks] [Guru] I chant eenie meenie, minie moe I wreck da mic like a pimp pimps hoes Here's how it goes I am a genius I mean this I shake this you'll take this I'm kinda fiendish You wish that you could come into my neighborhood Meaning my mental state Still I'm 5 foot 8 Crazy as I wanna be Cause I make it orderly You could say I'm sorta da boss so get lost The brotha dat will make you change opinions Dominions I'm in them when it's time to kick shit from The heart, plus I get a piece of the action I'm feelin satisfaction from the street crowd reaction Chumps pull guns when they feel afraid, too late When they dip in the kick they get sprayed Lemonade was a popular drink and in still is I get more props den stunts den Bruce Willis A poet like Langston Hughes and can't lose when I cruise Out on the expressway Leavin the Bodega I say "suave" Premier's got more beats den barns got hay Clips are inserted into my gun So I can take the money, neva have ta run [Premier scratches and hooks] [Smooth B] I left my Phillie at home Do you have another? I wanna get blunted my brother Now may I make a mark Then make a spark over this phat track Or should I say dope beat Subtract, delete All of the wick wack that wanna be abstract But they lack the new knack that's comin from way way back Hey yo Premier, please pass that buddha sack You hear we quit? No way, bullshit I told ya before we come back wit more hits I provide bright flava, so you could sketch me Do me a favor, dont try and catch me Slightly ahead of the game, I'm not a lame Ask him, he'll tell you the same he knows my name Smooth, I drop jewels like, paraphenalia I'm infallable, not into failure Like a rhinocerus, my speed is prosperous And pure knowledge expands from my esophagus I write here tonite to bring truth to the light My dialogue is my own cause Smooth B will neva bite [Premier scratches and hooks] |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
[Premier] Yeah L.B., Bryan Moier I miss you man rest in peace To Endeara Bishop Rest in peace little lady To Claira Stewart I love you Aunt Ploute To the coffe boy Arden Franklin Rest in peace Res My nigga Headquarters Head up eyes and ears open Word is bond! Jam Master J, Big L Big Lee, Flamboyant for life Aaliyah, Mad Mark Boogie down Bronx P. O., Left Eye [Guru] The emotions that one goes thourgh, over a loss of a loved one Or friend then, knowing the cost of rebuilding and carrying on It gets so damn hard in this modern day Babylon And disease runs rampant, so many men carry arm So many have a lonely painful road to travel on Mothers losing sons, improper use of guns Children go astray because their parents were abusive ones I used to run with the illest guys Thourgh the realest eyes I seen the realest and the illest die The cycle continues, so many times the good ones The young ones So many misunderstood ones Remembering their faces and voices And when the wise man said Life is full of choices Some get caught up, others are innocent victims All I know is they were close to us, and that we miss them * I'm not sure about any of these names * [Premier] Easy E , Big Pun Lil Bro, East New York Dorothy Clark, Sydney Clark Junior "Rest in peace" Clarence Elam, Charles Elam Omar Pitts, D. J. Threat Big Mellow, D. J. Screw Aunt Nettie "Rest in peace" Uncle Frank, Harold Guy Poetic, Gravediggaz Fred Jordan, Ted Dimmy G. B. Greg Box "Rest in peace" Taheim Cambell Watch over your big brother Bumpy Knucks Yeah! H |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
[Premier] Yeah L.B., Bryan Moier I miss you man rest in peace To Endeara Bishop Rest in peace little lady To Claira Stewart I love you Aunt Ploute To the coffe boy Arden Franklin Rest in peace Res My nigga Headquarters Head up eyes and ears open Word is bond! Jam Master J, Big L Big Lee, Flamboyant for life Aaliyah, Mad Mark Boogie down Bronx P. O., Left Eye [Guru] The emotions that one goes thourgh, over a loss of a loved one Or friend then, knowing the cost of rebuilding and carrying on It gets so damn hard in this modern day Babylon And disease runs rampant, so many men carry arm So many have a lonely painful road to travel on Mothers losing sons, improper use of guns Children go astray because their parents were abusive ones I used to run with the illest guys Thourgh the realest eyes I seen the realest and the illest die The cycle continues, so many times the good ones The young ones So many misunderstood ones Remembering their faces and voices And when the wise man said Life is full of choices Some get caught up, others are innocent victims All I know is they were close to us, and that we miss them * I'm not sure about any of these names * [Premier] Easy E , Big Pun Lil Bro, East New York Dorothy Clark, Sydney Clark Junior "Rest in peace" Clarence Elam, Charles Elam Omar Pitts, D. J. Threat Big Mellow, D. J. Screw Aunt Nettie "Rest in peace" Uncle Frank, Harold Guy Poetic, Gravediggaz Fred Jordan, Ted Dimmy G. B. Greg Box "Rest in peace" Taheim Cambell Watch over your big brother Bumpy Knucks Yeah! H |
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from Gang Starr - Daily Operation (1992)
Verse One
You know I used to be a player, fly girl layer and a heartbreaker, lovemaker, backbreaker but then I made a mistake yes I fell in love with this ill chick sweatin’ me for money, my name and the dilsnick my homeboys told me to drop her for it would be to my benefit she used to say I’d better quit hanging with those derelects romancing is my thing but I can’t swing with no scheming hoes wherever my beema goes you know that I’m driving surviving in the 90’s is a must so I trust that everyone listen up as my vocals give thrust I bust my rhymes first never chasing a skirt do much work while other suckas need more time to rehearse now back to the ex-girls, ex-lovers, ex-friends it made me mad to find that she was only after my ends she phones me and goes on about her new life now I wish she knew right now I think she’s busted let’s discuss it when I was with her no trust, just fights just the he-say-she-say and the neighborhood highlights bow I got my new girl or as I say my baby doll but I’m still gettin’ crazy calls, my ex-girl’s got balls don’t wanna play the field cuz I get lovin’ at home base don’t gimme no long face just exit with a grace you and I are the past, c’est la vie, much respect girl but now you’re my ex-girl cuz I’m on with the next girl Chorus Next <cuz girls look so good> Verse Two she had much loot liked to buy me fresh-dipped gear liked to have me near cuz of my svoir faire the time we shared was brief cuz I needed relief from her high-classed antics and all her conceit now she’s crying wolf and I like don’t wanna hear that I told her the bear facts when things started out she wines and she pouts about how I did her bad yo but she’d tried to buy me even tempt me with the hiney I fell for a sec cuz the clothes were real fly I could almost feel I would give into her whims her thoughts were erratic, sporadic, crazy in nature I told her hey look I can no longer date ya Tried to pimp with bank and fell short, your ship sank many thanks for the time and the watch and the link you and I are the past, c’est la vie, nuff respect girl but now you’re my ex-girl cuz I’m straight with the next girl Chorus Verse Three you saw my mom in the supermarket and gave her your number you asked how’s my sister then asked how’s my brother didn’t ask about my father cuz you know he ain’t like ya every time I left for your crib yo he’d really get hyper the advice he used to give me makes much sense now I can’t believe I used to let you break my confidence down you used to ask me why the hell did I wanna live in Brooklyn? you messed up my flow although you were good-lookin’ yes darlin’ was fly and this was the problem cuz back in the day she had me scheming and robbin’ to get her things to wear so when she went to the club all eyes were on her and me I just bugged caught in between felling proud and feeling more like a sucker had to go undercover, get away, find another been in Brooklyn 9 years and been around the world too I’ve seen so many fly girls and I knew just what to do I went from ex-girl to next took my time with each one and you know they still love me so stop jellin’ me hon went home to see mom and I saw you at the bus stop must I stop? nah I think not you and I are the past c’est la vie, much respect girl but now you’re my ex-girl & I’m out with the next girl out... Chorus |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Verse One
You know I used to be a player, fly girl layer and a heartbreaker, lovemaker, backbreaker but then I made a mistake yes I fell in love with this ill chick sweatin’ me for money, my name and the dilsnick my homeboys told me to drop her for it would be to my benefit she used to say I’d better quit hanging with those derelects romancing is my thing but I can’t swing with no scheming hoes wherever my beema goes you know that I’m driving surviving in the 90’s is a must so I trust that everyone listen up as my vocals give thrust I bust my rhymes first never chasing a skirt do much work while other suckas need more time to rehearse now back to the ex-girls, ex-lovers, ex-friends it made me mad to find that she was only after my ends she phones me and goes on about her new life now I wish she knew right now I think she’s busted let’s discuss it when I was with her no trust, just fights just the he-say-she-say and the neighborhood highlights bow I got my new girl or as I say my baby doll but I’m still gettin’ crazy calls, my ex-girl’s got balls don’t wanna play the field cuz I get lovin’ at home base don’t gimme no long face just exit with a grace you and I are the past, c’est la vie, much respect girl but now you’re my ex-girl cuz I’m on with the next girl Chorus Next <cuz girls look so good> Verse Two she had much loot liked to buy me fresh-dipped gear liked to have me near cuz of my svoir faire the time we shared was brief cuz I needed relief from her high-classed antics and all her conceit now she’s crying wolf and I like don’t wanna hear that I told her the bear facts when things started out she wines and she pouts about how I did her bad yo but she’d tried to buy me even tempt me with the hiney I fell for a sec cuz the clothes were real fly I could almost feel I would give into her whims her thoughts were erratic, sporadic, crazy in nature I told her hey look I can no longer date ya Tried to pimp with bank and fell short, your ship sank many thanks for the time and the watch and the link you and I are the past, c’est la vie, nuff respect girl but now you’re my ex-girl cuz I’m straight with the next girl Chorus Verse Three you saw my mom in the supermarket and gave her your number you asked how’s my sister then asked how’s my brother didn’t ask about my father cuz you know he ain’t like ya every time I left for your crib yo he’d really get hyper the advice he used to give me makes much sense now I can’t believe I used to let you break my confidence down you used to ask me why the hell did I wanna live in Brooklyn? you messed up my flow although you were good-lookin’ yes darlin’ was fly and this was the problem cuz back in the day she had me scheming and robbin’ to get her things to wear so when she went to the club all eyes were on her and me I just bugged caught in between felling proud and feeling more like a sucker had to go undercover, get away, find another been in Brooklyn 9 years and been around the world too I’ve seen so many fly girls and I knew just what to do I went from ex-girl to next took my time with each one and you know they still love me so stop jellin’ me hon went home to see mom and I saw you at the bus stop must I stop? nah I think not you and I are the past c’est la vie, much respect girl but now you’re my ex-girl & I’m out with the next girl out... Chorus |
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from Gang Starr - Hard To Earn (1994)
Fuck Around, Lay Around, do or die (3X) "You figgedy fuck around, you lay around" --) Das EFX [Big Shug] Word to Joe Frazier, got ta do what pays ya Give a nigga pain, like displasure But close your hips in, nigga you can't win I walk around, with a scowl and a grin Parties try to rock me, chicks try to clock me Niggaz try to block me, but they can't stop me I'm a bad man, understand where I come from Treatin niggaz dumb, as I drink my rum I'm a mad man, I get respect with the Tec Put punks in check, Shug's on the set I'm the one with the game, the twelve round CRACK to the concrete, from the underground I'm a bad nigga, how do you figure to take me You cannot break me, so don't mistake me for your brother, I'm not a punk motherfucker see I did my time, and now I'm FREE I'm a dope one, ready to rip and wreck shop I will not stop, I won't be dropped by the cops I'm bad, understand me with the game I kick I got crazy bitches like a Trojan on my dick [Guru] Yo Hobb we got more rep than Lucky Luciano Suckers we wet to the sound of the dope piano This is something you can't handle, here's one example I got your head as a trophy up on the mantle Each and every sect we wreck, the crowd's electrified Mystified, you get dissed, when you try, you die Fish niggaz, they get fried upon my skillet I kill it, fuck it, my shit is on hit and hittin you blaow (BLAOW) so what you wanna do now? You stepped up, I whacked ya, you crept up, I smacked ya Got infinite length, with the strength of a real master If you don't bow down now you'll get plowed down now You know, like POW Fuck Around, Lay Around, do or die (3X) So Fuck Around, Lay Around, do or die Fuck Around, Lay Around, do or die (2X) "You figgedy fuck around, you lay around" --) Das EFX [Guru] Word to Mike Tyson, hit you quick like lightnin Swing my left jab first, and then come in with the right Cold deck ya, nah I could never respect a punk like you, you get dropped like one two and you're out son, just like a one round bout son The outcome, is that you'll get that ass hung Easily, swiftly, you'ew stupid you can't get with me Fuck Around, Lay Around, do or die (2X) I said Fuck Around, Lay Around, do or die [Big Shug] Fumin! HEAHHH, I'm boomin down on niggaz I figure, how could they take out a big nigga They don't know, so I don't never give em a clue That's you and you and you, and oh yeah you You can't get with this or take me down I'm always laughin HA HA cause you punks are clowns Since I'm passin emcees, with my skill I'm up on the hill, and I force them dudes to chill Rippin up shit as I do, because I'm violent That's why when I walk in the room, punks are silent My name is Shug, as if you didn't know I'm pimpin hard, and punks are just a hoe Fuck Around, Lay Around, do or die (2X) I said you Fuck Around, Lay Around, do or die Fuck Around, Lay Around, do or die I said you Fuck Around, Lay Around, do or die Fuck Around, Lay Around, do or die (2X) "You figgedy fuck around, you lay around" --) Das EFX [Big Shug] Yea yea that's Shug for ninety-three I wanna say whattup to all my people, yaknowhatI'msayin? We got the Guru in the house, and my man Lil' Dap Showin motherfuckers where we're truly at I wanna say whattup to my homegirl, my main girl and my kids Whassup Kerry, Marie and Lisa how y'all chillin? I know y'all in the motherfuckin house too, yea! I like to say whattup also, to all the peoples back home that know what time it is, and the niggaz tryin to get real And on that note, right I'ma get the fuck up out of here "You figgedy fuck around, you lay around" --) Das EFX * DJ Premier cuts and scratchs this line to the end * |
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from Gang Starr - Daily Operation (1992)
Brave is the knave who steps up to be slayed by the one who forgave him for his first mistakes He'd best behave, or I'ma send him a wave of some shocking volts, he doesn't know what he's talkin about He's kickin a bunch of crap so I'll be the judge of that The boy lacks artistry but still he tries hard to be an entertainer, but instead he's a waste of my time and your time so I'll kick the pure rhymes Whenever you're looking for rap that's exceptional and credible, straight to the G's you better go Cause GangStarr's known to be prone to be masters of streetwise poetry and turntable wizardry but still be a cold day in Hell when you hear that Guru or Premier ever tell suckers get sales but they fail in the long run that kid who went gold yo That was the wrong one but tonight the spotlight is all on me I'm the Guru, of the G-A-N-G Taking out scrubs cause they rub me the wrong way and I'll say, that they've still got a long way to go to show they can flow like a real pro So gimme that loot catch the boot from my steel toe I'm changing the scenery as I make em uncomfortable cause most MC's ain't really got no pull Watch me stifle em quick with the gift and the wit Make em quit all that riff as I flip the script Chorus Fool listen, I know that you've been missing all this and so my rhymes are gonna gleem and glisten like a gem, and if you are the fake MC type I'll shine so bright I'll be blinding your eyesight Your capabilities fall short so I'ma treat you like a dwarf on a basketball court still you try to rap And even claim you got new styles but rolling your tongue's been playe dout for a while And you don't sound fly so why are you doing that? You had a dope track but you're wack so you ruined that I couldn't make out what you were saying your diction is jumbled where as me I'm conveying clear thoughts to a crowd that's most critical Booty duck rappers like you are just pitiful I bet you couldn't name more than one pioneer Cause you didn't pay dues and you got on on outta nowhere But that's OK cause I'm peeping your card If rap was my house you'd be sweeping the yard As I recline I'll find more chores to give ya like moppin the floors or maybe fetchin my slippers So don't even trip or run off with the lip Cause as soon as you slip you know I'll flip the script Chorus So as I kick a bit flip with script without a skip butter roll MC's get dissed like this You'll never got none son because I'll become troublesome You rap like a simpleton And I hate scum yo I can easily deflect your threats cause they're idle my recital will break you down Just a fight til the end cause I can take ten at a time Give em all a fair shot to see if any can rhyme And even if one is decent, I'll still get props I'll kick the slick lines til the last one drops As my powerful skills are unveiled I'm tippin the scales and weighing much more than your tall tales Stop the exaggeration perpetration observe and make simple notation Nobody no where no way no how is taking me out cause I can throw so you know now Can you feel it, I bust raps so lay off before I steal that so called title that you gave yourself But you really ain't jack so yo you played yourself And now you look from a distance as you sweat my tip You know I'll whip you swift when I flip the script |
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from Gang Starr - Step In The Arena (1991)
[Guru] Tell me, do you have a clue of what to do Can you groove to this smooth tune, you must presume it's important, for you to follow this creation And hey Son, life is more than having fun So run and get some help with the problems that you face Take a taste of the bass put your perspective in place Get real, deep, so you can keep involved Revolve and solve, so you can make the calls like a supervisor he who is wiser than the others Cause they need someone to advise them to discover things that they don't know so the papers I will check Then they'll start to grow to this form of intellect (DJ Premier cuts "individual with intellect" --) unknown) [Guru] When the road is too steep, do you have the stamina First album took us two weeks, since then we have been plannin an exclusive attraction, produce it to your satisfaction Those of you lackin, we will put you back in your slime so you can think and get a grip of yourself by yourself, and then you'll get a sip of a gift that's equipped with the script that shocks You can take a walk ?on God? With your mouth wide open, hoping you can find a way to display similar actions in a kind of mockery Cause you don't realize the cost to be creative genius please, I'm too clean to play Glance per chance, watch GangStarr perfect And dance your pants like champs, to this form of intellect (DJ Premier cuts "Man with intellect" --) Lord Finesse) Valuable solutions, we invent here Break and remake the cupcakes to show we've been sent here to serve you, so swallow this and bite it And why bring, ignorance when we're inviting you to get advancement, while you're on the dance tip And don't you know the transcript will make you shake hips Or chill at will, and with skill, you'll learn some etiquette Better get the subject or be last at the predicate And get a set, of headphones and speakers As lyrical lessons manifest, I will keep you abrest of the best, in this rap mess Oversaturated market, full of wackness I'm Gifted Unlimited, Rhymes Universal The GURU, nursing you with a verse spilled Don't choke, and don't turn blue in a frenzy Premier's severe, on the steel wheels he lends me spontaneous cuts, but not mainly just that It's the scratching format, exact with maddening accuracy Craftily, on the side or in back of me Nastily, as if his name was Dick Dastardly Original so get it yo the Gang gets respect The chain and the star is a symbol, of this form of intellect (DJ Premier cuts "intelligent but not yet equivalent" to the end) |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
[Guru] Fresh out the gate again time to raise the stakes again Fatten my plate again y'all cats know we always play to win G A N G to the Starr's son Haters took this shit too far son So thats all for you I'm whiping out your whole team I'll splatter your dreams with lyrics to shatter your schemes The badder you seem, the more lies you tell The more lies you sell, then by surprise you fell Into my deathtrap, right into my clutches Stupid, you know the God must bless every single mic he touches I've suffered, just so I could return harder Wanna be the shit starter? Fuck around, make you a martyr I make ya famous, turn around and make ya nameless Cause you never understood to me how vital this rap game is Save it and hold that, you catch a hot one Rhymes chase a fake nigga down soon as I spot one Chorus: Gang Starr samples, except where noted --Full clip-- --Do you wanna mess with this?-- --Gang Starr-- --I'm one of the best yet-- --I'm nice like that-- "It's all good" --- Noreaga --In this business of rep-- *repeat, change last line to: --so I suggest you take a rest--* [Guru] So if you stand in my way, I'm gonna have to spray Learn that "if you come against me son your gonna have to pray" Since back in the day I held The Weight and kept my head up The wanna see the God catch an L Itz all a Set Up I give no man or thing power over me Why these niggaz so jealous and lookin sour, over me? I'm bolder, G, I'm like impossible to stop I'm like that nigga in the ring with you, impossible to drop I'm like two magazine fully loaded to your one Plus I ain't gonna quit spittin, nigga, till your done Plus, more than over, I got my whole shit together More than a decade of hits, that'll live forever Catchin rep off my name? Your bound to fry Know how many niggaz that I know, is done to die We never fail, and we ain't never been frail You niggaz talk crime, but you scared of jail Chorus [Guru] Attackin like a slick Apache lyrics are trigger happy Pullin back your wig piece just for the way your lookin at me Talk back, blaow! I hit you up right now I don't know why so many of y'all wanna be thugs anyhow Face the consequence, of your childish nonsense I could make your head explode just by my lyrical content Get you in my scope and metaphorically snipe ya I never liked ya, I gas that ass and then ignite ya The flame thrower, make your peops afraid to know ya How many times I told ya, "play your position" small soldier My heart is colder, makes me wanna resort to violence Stop beatin me in the head son, nah, I'm not buyin it I'm ready to blast, ready to surpass and harass I'm ready to flip, yeah I'm ready to get with all that cash I hold my chrome steady, with a tight grip So watch your dome already cause this one might hit Chorus |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
[Guru] Fresh out the gate again time to raise the stakes again Fatten my plate again y'all cats know we always play to win G A N G to the Starr's son Haters took this shit too far son So thats all for you I'm whiping out your whole team I'll splatter your dreams with lyrics to shatter your schemes The badder you seem, the more lies you tell The more lies you sell, then by surprise you fell Into my deathtrap, right into my clutches Stupid, you know the God must bless every single mic he touches I've suffered, just so I could return harder Wanna be the shit starter? Fuck around, make you a martyr I make ya famous, turn around and make ya nameless Cause you never understood to me how vital this rap game is Save it and hold that, you catch a hot one Rhymes chase a fake nigga down soon as I spot one Chorus: Gang Starr samples, except where noted --Full clip-- --Do you wanna mess with this?-- --Gang Starr-- --I'm one of the best yet-- --I'm nice like that-- "It's all good" --- Noreaga --In this business of rep-- *repeat, change last line to: --so I suggest you take a rest--* [Guru] So if you stand in my way, I'm gonna have to spray Learn that "if you come against me son your gonna have to pray" Since back in the day I held The Weight and kept my head up The wanna see the God catch an L Itz all a Set Up I give no man or thing power over me Why these niggaz so jealous and lookin sour, over me? I'm bolder, G, I'm like impossible to stop I'm like that nigga in the ring with you, impossible to drop I'm like two magazine fully loaded to your one Plus I ain't gonna quit spittin, nigga, till your done Plus, more than over, I got my whole shit together More than a decade of hits, that'll live forever Catchin rep off my name? Your bound to fry Know how many niggaz that I know, is done to die We never fail, and we ain't never been frail You niggaz talk crime, but you scared of jail Chorus [Guru] Attackin like a slick Apache lyrics are trigger happy Pullin back your wig piece just for the way your lookin at me Talk back, blaow! I hit you up right now I don't know why so many of y'all wanna be thugs anyhow Face the consequence, of your childish nonsense I could make your head explode just by my lyrical content Get you in my scope and metaphorically snipe ya I never liked ya, I gas that ass and then ignite ya The flame thrower, make your peops afraid to know ya How many times I told ya, "play your position" small soldier My heart is colder, makes me wanna resort to violence Stop beatin me in the head son, nah, I'm not buyin it I'm ready to blast, ready to surpass and harass I'm ready to flip, yeah I'm ready to get with all that cash I hold my chrome steady, with a tight grip So watch your dome already cause this one might hit Chorus |
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from Gang Starr - No More Mr. Nice Guy (1989)
Guru] Here's the jam I slam to make it known that I diagram write out my own rap Cast the line watch me shine I'll assign you to do this you can review this convention that comes from combining sums from equations or phrases cause I begun some exploratory digging I'm thinking big and I'm taking all your words cause your site is blurred and you're selfish and rather immature I've always felt this, that's why I'm giving more I am sure, that you find that I'm the Guru With this particular style I'm running to you I gotch u Keen is my site, and keen is my brain I campaign to gain my domain and vocalizing techniques, emcees are deadbeats and drop to the ground then, I stomp em down with sound I'm a pacifist, but they won't last with this dope beat combined with lyrical energy You can rewind this, play this again and see just how I kick the, rhymes that hit ya snug in your mug, while I depict a scene that is hype and, I'm title swipin If you're loungin, I'll take the mic and show you how it goes in, I'll leave you frozen I gotch u I live my life with adventure, because I went for the road seldom run, cause it was meant for me to hold the spot here, your rhymes are not clear Focus, on the way that I wrote this I'm crafty, so how you gonna outlast me? With your bogus crap, you're gonna have to note this while I rap, and then I quiz you like a teacher Give a speech to you while I impeach the ones with the crowns and, my voice resounds and take it from me, then you will see, I got the G The Keith double-E, I got the know how And I will show how the hip-hop will grow now I gotch u I got nothin to fear, nothin to hide Bein conquered with the micraphone, I take you for a ride and slide glide to the hoop and scoop you like Clyde, Drexler, your girl I wanna get next to Hold up I gotta flex to the stage, then engage to do the knowledge, then backstage is where I'm headed Don't sweat it, sit down clown and just let it be Set it free, get it see I got G, cetainly, and I gotch u I gotch u Once again, we got the GangStarr out in total effilzneck I got my man DJ Premier... peace |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Shit, it ain't go hold me back, I gotta go all out to get mine A tech nine might come in handy for the next time I'm frustrated, chumps are making me mad Don't seem to understand that I'm just that bad Too gold, too bold, too fly for them to stop The man to respect 'cause I'm ripping up blocks I gotta get the dough, gotta run the show I'm flipping like a kilo, stash a million or so Go for what you feel and deal wit this 'Cause I'm dangerous, I come real wit this And packing and strapping, it goes along wit the rapping By any means necessary, you can't get buried I may come wit a smile but I've been known to get crazy wild So when you scheme, yo, I scheme too And I've been out here and yes, I've seen you I know your face, I know your name and all your people kid I've got mad connections, so won't do a bid I make the moves, I'm never faking 'Cause the loot is for the taking The loot is for the taking Mad murderer stalk in the night when you walk Feelings of stone to the bone, I'm a rock No regrets for doing shit I had to do I was hard headed and yea, I still am too But you know I got things under control So you should slow your roll that's my advice to you bro A street veteran, sometimes I'm trife as a juvenile I'll beep your style, you can't fuck wit the golden child That's why you're riffing but you know you're just ass kissing You wanna meet'cha maker, I'm a take ya Or else let the man command 'Cause I'll be ready to get you open, ain't no joking, I jam So if you wanna know who's really boss Then try your game, lamb, and end up taking a big loss If I don't get my way, you're history To you, I'm a mystery, you never understand me I came to grab the tapes and be out I came to get what's due to me 'cause I got clout I make the moves, I'm never faking 'Cause the loot is for the taking The loot is for the taking I'm sinister, I'm selling no wolf tickets here Rolling correct to get my point across clear Sights in the city make me bitter And I ain't taking no shit from no sucker nigga I move swift, always looking for the money to make I need the cash flow, I got a lot at stake And I could never go out like a crab So shut the hell up and put the money in a big bag Hand it over smooth like I need fat dough, I got things to do tonight I'm always on my job, ain't no time to be caught short And those outta line, pay a fine or get knocked off It's my turn to clock the duckets Being broke, nah, I can't fuck wit it I'm making moves, never faking 'Cause the loot is for the taking The loot is for the taking |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Shit, it ain't go hold me back, I gotta go all out to get mine A tech nine might come in handy for the next time I'm frustrated, chumps are making me mad Don't seem to understand that I'm just that bad Too gold, too bold, too fly for them to stop The man to respect 'cause I'm ripping up blocks I gotta get the dough, gotta run the show I'm flipping like a kilo, stash a million or so Go for what you feel and deal wit this 'Cause I'm dangerous, I come real wit this And packing and strapping, it goes along wit the rapping By any means necessary, you can't get buried I may come wit a smile but I've been known to get crazy wild So when you scheme, yo, I scheme too And I've been out here and yes, I've seen you I know your face, I know your name and all your people kid I've got mad connections, so won't do a bid I make the moves, I'm never faking 'Cause the loot is for the taking The loot is for the taking Mad murderer stalk in the night when you walk Feelings of stone to the bone, I'm a rock No regrets for doing shit I had to do I was hard headed and yea, I still am too But you know I got things under control So you should slow your roll that's my advice to you bro A street veteran, sometimes I'm trife as a juvenile I'll beep your style, you can't fuck wit the golden child That's why you're riffing but you know you're just ass kissing You wanna meet'cha maker, I'm a take ya Or else let the man command 'Cause I'll be ready to get you open, ain't no joking, I jam So if you wanna know who's really boss Then try your game, lamb, and end up taking a big loss If I don't get my way, you're history To you, I'm a mystery, you never understand me I came to grab the tapes and be out I came to get what's due to me 'cause I got clout I make the moves, I'm never faking 'Cause the loot is for the taking The loot is for the taking I'm sinister, I'm selling no wolf tickets here Rolling correct to get my point across clear Sights in the city make me bitter And I ain't taking no shit from no sucker nigga I move swift, always looking for the money to make I need the cash flow, I got a lot at stake And I could never go out like a crab So shut the hell up and put the money in a big bag Hand it over smooth like I need fat dough, I got things to do tonight I'm always on my job, ain't no time to be caught short And those outta line, pay a fine or get knocked off It's my turn to clock the duckets Being broke, nah, I can't fuck wit it I'm making moves, never faking 'Cause the loot is for the taking The loot is for the taking |
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from Gang Starr - The Remainz [ep] (2002)
Shit, it ain't go hold me back, I gotta go all out to get mine A tech nine might come in handy for the next time I'm frustrated, chumps are making me mad Don't seem to understand that I'm just that bad Too gold, too bold, too fly for them to stop The man to respect 'cause I'm ripping up blocks I gotta get the dough, gotta run the show I'm flipping like a kilo, stash a million or so Go for what you feel and deal wit this 'Cause I'm dangerous, I come real wit this And packing and strapping, it goes along wit the rapping By any means necessary, you can't get buried I may come wit a smile but I've been known to get crazy wild So when you scheme, yo, I scheme too And I've been out here and yes, I've seen you I know your face, I know your name and all your people kid I've got mad connections, so won't do a bid I make the moves, I'm never faking 'Cause the loot is for the taking The loot is for the taking Mad murderer stalk in the night when you walk Feelings of stone to the bone, I'm a rock No regrets for doing shit I had to do I was hard headed and yea, I still am too But you know I got things under control So you should slow your roll that's my advice to you bro A street veteran, sometimes I'm trife as a juvenile I'll beep your style, you can't fuck wit the golden child That's why you're riffing but you know you're just ass kissing You wanna meet'cha maker, I'm a take ya Or else let the man command 'Cause I'll be ready to get you open, ain't no joking, I jam So if you wanna know who's really boss Then try your game, lamb, and end up taking a big loss If I don't get my way, you're history To you, I'm a mystery, you never understand me I came to grab the tapes and be out I came to get what's due to me 'cause I got clout I make the moves, I'm never faking 'Cause the loot is for the taking The loot is for the taking I'm sinister, I'm selling no wolf tickets here Rolling correct to get my point across clear Sights in the city make me bitter And I ain't taking no shit from no sucker nigga I move swift, always looking for the money to make I need the cash flow, I got a lot at stake And I could never go out like a crab So shut the hell up and put the money in a big bag Hand it over smooth like I need fat dough, I got things to do tonight I'm always on my job, ain't no time to be caught short And those outta line, pay a fine or get knocked off It's my turn to clock the duckets Being broke, nah, I can't fuck wit it I'm making moves, never faking 'Cause the loot is for the taking The loot is for the taking |
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from Gang Starr - No More Mr. Nice Guy (1989)
Keith E.E. emcee on a spree I'm goin for this cause draws applause yes I adore this I'll reteach with speech I can accomplish I've got to flaunt this I'm not a pessimist Yo I'm an optimist that's why I'm droppin this I'm good I got style cause I've stood for a while In the shadows of the others gettin mellow with the brothers called the Gang and yes I can hang Progressin with my lesson while I do my thang I've got gusto "My man gots that gusto" "Word" ( 2X) You say your rhymes flow, I say I'm spontaneous Rockin the place, I'm not mainly just sayin some words that are weak or incoherent And it's apparent, that you fear us, the Gang but I'm still a peace seeker I'm in your face, don't have to sneak ya Dope rhymes speaking with wisdom of a preacher and I'm here, cause you've been victimized I'm sincere, I see through gifted eyes So yo, we're gonna see what the race is That's where you groups, will have to face us And you can bet we'll be in tip-top shape Nice so precise with a hip-hop update Wait, I got a shoutout for the ladies Come check me baby, don't underrate me Cause I'm a man with the plan for all The Guru, to groove you, get out the wall I've got gusto "My man gots that gusto" "Word" ( 2X) I've got gusto, so I'm kickin it well I got gusto, with much clientele So I pump it, to a higher decibel Have a seat, listen cause the rest it goes smooth and improve and bust a move I am the man with the true blue potential I am essential, I drive you mental and back Attack mack and rap And as you calm I will romp Like a giant I stomp I've got gusto "My man gots that gusto" "Word" ( 2X) Really? Right, you wanna be a emcee? Then go against me -- boy don't even tempt me Cause I go house on the freestyle tip Math you and blast you and then just shift into hype gear, no fear, I persevere Year after year, rehearsin verse so clear Cause I've been into rhymin man for like eons And every stage, word I wanna be on So I can show you how it's gotta be done I never run or shun, I've just begun I've got gusto "My man gots that gusto" "Word" ( 2X) .. "My man gots that gusto" "Word" ( 2X) Ahhh yeah... gusto |
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from Gang Starr - Daily Operation (1992)
Now I got you looking stiff you numbskull, you're at a stand still Still faking that you're hard with your rhymes and got no hand skills so I'll easily drop you and stop you from rhyming Send you home to moms all bruised up and crying Then if you want you can go call your people You're gonna need a mob against me cause I'm lethal Not that I'm a violent brother to the contrary My vocals carry, and then I bury MC's in holes that they dug for themselves Couldn't be themselves so they sold themselves to a company exec who doesn't have respect for real rap music so he wants to get an MC that starts out street to crossover but not me, cause I'm the hardcore composer You ain't a writer nor a fighter you're just a biter I think you need to save all that because in spite of the reputation that you think you have the crew already knows that you're really a crab So I'll grab the mic with haste and send you out of this place and back to trace my flow but don't waste your time bro It only takes a minute a second for me to switch and rearrange real quick cause I can kick plenty styles Rhymes stretch many miles I'm the authentic yes the lyric unloader The truth exposer, the hardcore composer All you delirious curious suckers you better act like you've been known I mack and hold my own with a mike just to stagger a bragger, retire a lair and very easily I'm pass by ya cause you didn't want to give the credit where it was due, yeah it was you, uh huh it was you and your crummy corny ass crew So we shall enforce that you lost and plus you oughta find another type of life and yes another source of income And here's some advice you can't rap this nice I broke ya over and over I told ya I would mold ya why? Because I'm bound to give original sound and as your ears pound bringing pleasure and pain as brains start to gain from musical measures Forming mystical questions never typical inventions Developed by my Gifted Unlimited mind Suckers wanna rhyme cause they're eager to find the secret behind the way that I stomp all comp Just like a Timberland it's the Guru and Premier It's them again droppin the fly tracks and taking things over and never selling out cause I'm the hardcore composer |
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from Gang Starr - Step In The Arena (1991)
Many MC's are mislead Mislead by the lies that they pump in their heads The money and the fame that they're hoping to find Will never come close to the scope of my rhyme Now some have been succesful but really And yo, these MC's are clearly not nearly Up to this level or should I say caliber Because I'm hype that the company's selling me Because they'll take a dud, talk some crud and then push him But in the next year, someone new will just squoosh him Because when you sell out to appeal to the masses You have to go back and enroll in some classes So cash in your check 'cause it's the last one you get The tables have turn and now you ain't in effect So jet to the rear and you better just follow 'Cause what's here today maybe gone tomorrow Here and gone in a flash, some made cash While other suckers go broke real fast Some never make any money but still they act funny LIke they're thinking they're running Things, wearing rings and medallions Then listen to their rhymes when we rather take valiums 'Cause swiftness and skills they are lacking So I send them packing, they should have know not to tax in And smashing all of the vocals to smithereens Watching them collecting themselves 'cause they ?(bitter seen)? But some find happiness while others find sorrow And what's here today, maybe gone tomorrow |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
(feat. Panch)
Nah you know what we gotta do? We gotta do - HINEY! The bitch said, "Panch stand behind me Same Team, No Games" (feat. H. Staxx, NYG'z) [NYG'z] Yo, do the knowledge to the master build the blow and the spliff The new millennium, hide them a beef Gotta watch what I say to you niggaz so I calm my patience 'Cause the shit ain't really pass the statue of limitations The streets still holler about how strong I am Niggaz I hurt still holler about how wrong I am As a little nigger broke, thinking soda and coke Had me amazed how my steady hand kept in the flow Let it sit, cool and heart lit, hit the set cool and heartless In front of the store projects, as long as I made a profit I see you eyeing me, you fire escape diary Filled with pages of episodes and shying me Nonbeliever I hammer for hire Hit yo ass so hard that your coke will catch fire Dog the stakes are dyer, I'm no liar Hold the court and the street beef cause I got pride [H. Staxx] Same team no games, these chicks I blow brains Rap-a-lot soul train the corners rocking cocaine Got no shame Trying to blow these figures Headquarters gone he ain't left he still with us Not in the physical through us he live I can seen him with Big L, Pun, Pac and BIG Watching over the kid like dear shed the waist over And yelling "Ether", "Blowout" and "Takeover" I'm the truth; give you proof and your video shoot Pull them candors on you while them cameras on you How you love that Don't want to blow with Staxx So go ahead dumb up, make me car crumb up "It's the Militia" Yall niggaz don't know about I Got me heated, frustrated about to blow my high Me and Benz blazing, Rave got the gauge raising Sick of talking about it, niggaz ain't on my weight lift [NYG'z] Whenever we stand together, down for whatever Divided we get at you from more angles Gangstarr forbid, NYG's same team no games Love is love fame one in the same Corny style, niggers act strange going against the grain Don't want to see us on top of our thing, we adapt to change Fame, fortune and material game, flow natural unrestrained Let me explain, niggers don't get it until you set it to flame Subject them to pain, make them respect The name, the set you rep, connects you get Stay ready to bang Steps ahead of competitors that'll test your aim H. Staxx shoot back splat dang your brain My foundation bust gats spread there's your brain Fuck with mine, spat not take the blame Play it for keeps, we came to win [Guru] YO, I'm the Jerry Rice to this, much too nice to quit And just so you know, we never liked you kid Since you ain't wanna let niggers eat I'm gonna convene with my team before We gotta let the trigger speak 'Cause nowadays yall rappers are carbon Copies paws are sloppy, still its hard to stop me Especially when I connect with my man, rep for my fam We taking back the rest of our land And we don't really care if they say you are the shit They playing your hits We about to make our way in this biz And let's see if the gimmick last until the next season In a flash, take your stupid ass out, give me the next reason Flip for my peoples here, spit for my peoples here Yeah... time to get rich with my peoples here Cut of a snake's head, then we break bread Same team, no games You underground trying to fake dead [scratching by DJ Premier repeats] Let, let, let the games begin My dick about killin, never been about game When there wasn't pussy, there was always my haind Nine and a half-'ll get you in a dame Anything less is just a GOD DAMN SHAME! Check my balls, my shit got blue wrinkles on the face .. for them bitches who had the nerve to put me out they place In they HINEY The bitch said, "Panch stand behind me And put that monster in my hiney," HI-NEY! I come through your block, with that one-eye whistle One hand on the whistle One.. one-eyed monster hit you Make it slick, BITCH, my dick game's OFFICIAL! Lose your weight and, I don't leave you waitin The world is earthquakin My balls got yo' ass shakin - it's hiney jack! UH-OH! HINEY! The bitch said, "Panch stand behind me And put that monster in my hiney," HI-NEY! [imitating the beat] When I bust a nut, it say [imitating the beat] On her HINEY! [laughter and applause] (That's some brilliant shiznit, yo! Aiyyo!) |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
I say people people come on and check it out now
You see the mic in my hand now watch me wreck it now what is a party if the crew ain't there? [what's your name?] call me Guru that's my man Premier now many attempts have been made to hold us back? slander the name and with-hold facts but I'm the type of brother with much more game I got a sure aim and if i find you're to blame you can bet you'll be exterminated, taken out, done it doesn't matter how many they'll go as easy as just one bust one round in the air for this here cuz this year suckers are going no where cuz my strret style and intelligence level makes me much more than just an angry rebel I'm Gifted Unlimited Rhymes Universal mc's that ain't equipped get flipped in my circle I'm aiming on raining on the bitch ass chumps cuz their rhymes don't flow and their beats don't pump and niggaz better know i paid my dues and shit I'm bout to blow the fuck up because I refuse to quit I'm out to get the props that are rightfullly mine yeah me and the crew think its about that time but on the DL you know that Gangstarr will conquer that's why you stare and point and others cling on to my nautica, asking for a hookup well sorry but my schedule is all booked up nobody put me on I made it up the hard way look out for my people but the suckers should parlay cuz it's business kid, this ain't no free for all you have to wait your turn, you must await your call so now, now it is my duty to eliminate and subtract all of the booty crews and suckers should vacate before I get irate and I'll kick your can from here to Japan with force you can't withstand cuz I'm the muthafuckin' man yo right now I got my man Lil' Dap from the Group home yo step up to the mic and tell them why you're the man so much anger built inside so don't stop to say hi, muthafucka just die my shit holds a mouthful so i guess you know what's up why punks get killed at the end of the month styles and styles I flip Lil' Dap remains sick yes the Group Home is thick so all you punks hear this everytime you riff the more fame that we get muthafuckas act hard thinking that they are God niggaz just don't understand let me be my own man did everything on my own and everyplace wasn't home everywhere that I'd rest I had to dress with a vest I guess you get the routine but with a lot of stress frustration on my mind brothers doin' mad time rhymes are organized like crime as we're rippin' the lines brothers just don't know how shit got to go cuz I was told to never give my back to the street as I walk through the ghetto dead souls I greet see my man give him pound then I walk with a frown another minute another brother's gunned down shit is getting too close that's why the Group Home is thick so everytime you riff the more fame that we get my father always said don't watch the one across the street watch the one right next b'cuz he's easy to flex took heed to what he said yeah that deep ass nigga while brothers hang around tryin' to get down niggaz just don't understand I'm the mutha fuckin' man and also on the set from Dirty Rotten Scoundrels we got my man Jeru the Damaja yo tell them why you're the man I'll tap your jaw you probably heard it before step to the bedlamite I'll prove my word is law drugstore with more dope rhyme vendor not partial to beef the chief ambassador niggaz get mad cuz they can't score like a wild west flick they wish to shoot up my door but I incite a riot don't even try it bust up chumps so crab kids keep quiet like I said before I tap jaws snatch whores kill suckers in wars vic a style you said was yours money grip wanna flip but you're fish house the mic like your hooker and did tricks on the bitch Dirty Rotten Scoundrel and my name is Jeru utilizing my tools in '92 MC's step up in mobs to defeat us when we rock knots and got props like Norm Peterson lot's of friends, lot's of fun, lots of beers got the skills, kreeno so I always get cheers troop on like a trooper no tears for fears I'm a get mines cuz the crew'll get theirs cut you up like Edward Scissorhands you know the program I'm the mutha fuckin' man... |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
I say people people come on and check it out now
You see the mic in my hand now watch me wreck it now what is a party if the crew ain't there? [what's your name?] call me Guru that's my man Premier now many attempts have been made to hold us back? slander the name and with-hold facts but I'm the type of brother with much more game I got a sure aim and if i find you're to blame you can bet you'll be exterminated, taken out, done it doesn't matter how many they'll go as easy as just one bust one round in the air for this here cuz this year suckers are going no where cuz my strret style and intelligence level makes me much more than just an angry rebel I'm Gifted Unlimited Rhymes Universal mc's that ain't equipped get flipped in my circle I'm aiming on raining on the bitch ass chumps cuz their rhymes don't flow and their beats don't pump and niggaz better know i paid my dues and shit I'm bout to blow the fuck up because I refuse to quit I'm out to get the props that are rightfullly mine yeah me and the crew think its about that time but on the DL you know that Gangstarr will conquer that's why you stare and point and others cling on to my nautica, asking for a hookup well sorry but my schedule is all booked up nobody put me on I made it up the hard way look out for my people but the suckers should parlay cuz it's business kid, this ain't no free for all you have to wait your turn, you must await your call so now, now it is my duty to eliminate and subtract all of the booty crews and suckers should vacate before I get irate and I'll kick your can from here to Japan with force you can't withstand cuz I'm the muthafuckin' man yo right now I got my man Lil' Dap from the Group home yo step up to the mic and tell them why you're the man so much anger built inside so don't stop to say hi, muthafucka just die my shit holds a mouthful so i guess you know what's up why punks get killed at the end of the month styles and styles I flip Lil' Dap remains sick yes the Group Home is thick so all you punks hear this everytime you riff the more fame that we get muthafuckas act hard thinking that they are God niggaz just don't understand let me be my own man did everything on my own and everyplace wasn't home everywhere that I'd rest I had to dress with a vest I guess you get the routine but with a lot of stress frustration on my mind brothers doin' mad time rhymes are organized like crime as we're rippin' the lines brothers just don't know how shit got to go cuz I was told to never give my back to the street as I walk through the ghetto dead souls I greet see my man give him pound then I walk with a frown another minute another brother's gunned down shit is getting too close that's why the Group Home is thick so everytime you riff the more fame that we get my father always said don't watch the one across the street watch the one right next b'cuz he's easy to flex took heed to what he said yeah that deep ass nigga while brothers hang around tryin' to get down niggaz just don't understand I'm the mutha fuckin' man and also on the set from Dirty Rotten Scoundrels we got my man Jeru the Damaja yo tell them why you're the man I'll tap your jaw you probably heard it before step to the bedlamite I'll prove my word is law drugstore with more dope rhyme vendor not partial to beef the chief ambassador niggaz get mad cuz they can't score like a wild west flick they wish to shoot up my door but I incite a riot don't even try it bust up chumps so crab kids keep quiet like I said before I tap jaws snatch whores kill suckers in wars vic a style you said was yours money grip wanna flip but you're fish house the mic like your hooker and did tricks on the bitch Dirty Rotten Scoundrel and my name is Jeru utilizing my tools in '92 MC's step up in mobs to defeat us when we rock knots and got props like Norm Peterson lot's of friends, lot's of fun, lots of beers got the skills, kreeno so I always get cheers troop on like a trooper no tears for fears I'm a get mines cuz the crew'll get theirs cut you up like Edward Scissorhands you know the program I'm the mutha fuckin' man... |
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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
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