Tytuł: You know my steez
- Wykonawca: Gang Starr
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INTRO:
The real hip hop
MCing and DJing from your own mind, you know
I guess right now we should start the show
[Guru]
Who's the suspicious character
Strapped with the sounds profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
"You're in the Terrordome", like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone you clones, and all you knuckleheads
Cause MC's have used up extended warranties
While real MC's and DJ's are a minority
But right about now I use my authority
Cause I'm like the wizard and you look lost like Dorothy
The horror be
When I return for my real people
Words that split wigs hittin' like some double Desert Eagles
Sportin' caps pulled low, and baggy slacks
Subtractin' all the rappers who lack, over Premier's tracks
Severe facts have brought this rap game to near collapse
So as I have in the past, I whip ass
Droppin' lyrics that be hotter than sex and candle wax
And one-dimensional MC's can't handle that
While the world's revolvin' on it's axis
I come with mad lovin' plus the illest warlike tactics
The wilderness is filled with this
So many people searchin' for false lift
I'm here with the skills you've missed
The rejected stone is now the cornerstone
Sorta like the master builder when I make my way home
You know my steez
CHORUS:
You know my steez
Let 'em know, do your thing y'all
Keep it live
To the beat y'all
The beat is sinister, Premo makes you relax
I'm like the minister when I be lacin' the wax
I be bringin' salvation through the way that I rap
And you know, and I know, I'm nice like that
Work through worldly problems
I got the healing power
When the mic's within my reach, I'm feelin more power
Stealin' at least three minutes of every rap radio hour
It's often easier for one to give advice
Than it is for a person to run one's own life
That's why I can't be caught up in all the hype
I keep my soul tight and let these lines takes flight
The apparatus gets blessed, and suckers get put to rest
No more of the unpure, I got the cure for this mess
The wackness is spreadin' like the plague
MC's lucked up and got paid
But still can't make the fuckin' grade
How many times are wannabes gonna lie
Yo, they must wanna fry
They can't touch the knowledge I personify
I travel through the darkness, carryin' my torch
The illest soldier, when I'm holding down the fort
You know my steez
CHORUS (4x)
The mic..
On the microphone you know that I'm one of the best yet
Some punks ain't paid all of their debts yet
Tryin' to be fly, ridin' high on the jetset
With juvenile rhymes, makin' fake ass death threats
Big deal, like En Vogue, here's "Something you can feel"
Styles more tangible, an image more real
For some time now, I've held the scrolls and manuscripts
When it's time to go all out
You be like "Damn he flipped"
Now I'm sick, fed up with the bullshit
Got the lyrical full clip
Givin' you a verbal asswhip
Don't trip, it's the gifted prolific one
Known as "Baldhead Slick"
Why is the press all on my di-dick
My style be wilder, than a kamikaze pilot
Don't try it, I'm about to start more than a friggin' riot
Styles unsurpassable and nuggaz that's suckas
Yo, them motherfuckers are harrassable
For I be speakin' from my parables and carry you beyond
The mic's either a magic wand
Or it gets tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb
Then I grab your palm, no pulse, you're gone
And if you thought we'd lose our niche
In this rap shit
You way wrong, I stay up, I stay on
Shine bright like neon
Your songs, pathetic, synthetic like Rayon
Fat beats, they play on
Want dope rhymes, put me on
Word is bond
You know my steez..
