Tytuł: What i'm here 4

• Wykonawca: Gang Starr
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   Tell the people what you're here for"
  
  Intro/Chorus: Guru
  
  It's the message in the song that makes you rock on
  Some people go to places where they don't belong
  Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight
  But I'm here to bless this mic, aight?
  
  Verse One: Guru
  
  I take action the minute that the crowd gets hype
  I'm type crashin, down like a meteorite
  I'm Bogart-ing, mics and whole stages
  Destroying MC's dreams, from words to whole pages
  Their rapbooks, look more like scrapbooks
  with their fictional fairytales and frail ass hooks
  A lot of shit has happened, since I started rappin
  There's been enough beef, and enough gat clappin
  There's been mad signs, for this brother to heed
  and while some choose greed, I choose to plant seeds
  for your mental, spirit and physical temple
  Bob your head to it, there's the water you've been lead to it
  Bathe in it, a long time you've been cravin it
  Prance to it, use your third eye and glance through it
  Your state of being, becoming advanced through it
  While others rhyme with no reason I be breezin
  Their mics I seize them, then I try em for treason
  I used to always like to hang out
  Now I lounge in the rest writin bombs while tracks bang out
  I know you peeped me in the club then
  but now I'm in your speaker, with the voice that you're lovin
  
  Chorus
  
  Verse Two: Guru
  
  Peace to the young ladies, who wanna bone me much
  And peace to my nigga Premier, with the golden touch
  I never fall off point, like DeNiro in Casino
  Peace to Black Gambinos and all my peoples
  dig the steelo -- I'm fightin wars you know
  as in the Jihad, most humble, most merciful
  That's because I be God, I trog through fogs, puffing logs
  MC's muttering menial madness, they get mobbed
  Scarred and barred, and then, banished from my fuckin kingdom
  You got a fly one bring one, or else I come to fling some
  exquisite exotic exciting type shit
  Enough to make the real heads wake up and get hype quick
  I'm type slick, known as the God Universal
  Kick rhymes without rehearsal, I cross the burnin sands
  Now I stand here with virtue, of course I could hurt you
  simply with my point of view, and I knew
  that many would come, that's why I've chosen
  to cut off pathways, and there's no runways or doorways open
  for the jokers who ain't focused
  And all the fake mercenaries get buried by the tongue of terrifying fury
  Nothing's blurry, fuck it I got no worries
  Hearts and minds, shine bright light with insight
  Yeah sense my birthright to set up cyphers with power
  cause mad shit ain't right, like punks in the spotlight
  who can't freestyle, sometimes I make my peeps smile
  by sayin somethin crazy wild
  like some shit off my dome, that be soundin
  better than the next man's whole album...