Tytuł: B.Y.S.

• Wykonawca: Gang Starr
• Wyświetleń: 226

  
   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 "duke"
  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, cuz 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
  cuz 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
  cuz 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'...