Tytuł: Choice of weapons

• Wykonawca: Guru
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   Chorus: Guru and Stikken Moov (repeat 2X)
  
  What's the question? Why are you flexin
  Here's the answer - choice of weapons
  
  [Stikken Moov 1]
  Yo +The ? Remainz+, kid why you flexin like a bicep
  Heat on your hip, just to get a rep, it ain't worth it
  Just because you pack a biscuit, doesn't mean you can't
  become another statistic, you figure it
  Life's a gamble even for vandalz, I handle mine with minds
  Only unless, my chest is under pressure in a contest
  The fear of layin in wreck, causes the stress
  I have to adjust to this mess and pull when it's best
  
  [Guru]
  Yo little big man, feelin your oats, because you're strapped?
  Bustin a cap at another kid who's black?
  It ain't all that when the shots are flyin back
  You made a choice, and the choice you made was wack
  Kinda tipsy with the liquid confidence
  Pullin your pistol when it doesn't make sense
  to be the bigger man you figure
  But in the end it don't pay when you're livin by the trigger
  
  Chorus 2X
  
  [Guru]
  Yeah it's the master of the who what where and the why
  But still I got a problem with seein my brothers die
  I've been around and lived past the average age of us
  In every obituary, a full page of us
  The game is money, but what about inner wealth?
  The mental, the spiritual, and physical health
  But still everyday the city is a test
  That's why some people feel a gun is the best
  
  [Stikken Moov 2]
  No doubt I pack protection, but every altercation
  or situation doesn't deserve blastin, I mastered precisions
  Choice of weapon, should I peel or peel out?
  My choice of routes may decide my whereabouts
  
  Chorus 2X
  
  [Stikken Moov 2]
  I pack no weapons then the seargeant bargin in
  Ready to bomb a rapper like Saddam, Stikken Moov swarm
  Ready to bust off, like Ron Jeremy, but I chill G
  Relax and consider lucky to live to see a quarter past three
  
  [Guru]
  That's why I, wield the steel, yes my microphone is crazy real
  I'm not the one sellin out to get the mass appeal
  But jail cells are filled with my peeps
  While the rest are gettin killed in these ill ass streets
  
  Chorus 2X
  
  [Guru]
  So, pick your weapon, a mic or a gun
  I make a sucker run when my tongue stuns, check it
  Leavin the spot, I seen some wild kids
  One stepped to me asked me to freestyle kid
  Meanwhile, he flexed a burner on his side
  I looked him in the eye, smiled, and walked to my ride
  He was actin kinda hard on the surface
  I said to myself that it really wasn't worth it
  
  [Stikken Moov 1]
  Yo you think you're all that, cause you pack heat?
  Seein your own brother play the concrete, in defeat
  Tryin to prove yourself, while you put the next man down
  but what goes around, comes back, black best believe that
  
  Chorus 2X
  
  You know what I'm sayin?
  That's all the real heads all over the world
  That realize, that this music is real
  That we keep it real like that
  Peace to all my brothers on the third
  and all the real brothers in hip-hop
  It's like a rap's new generation thing baby
  Peace to Guru
  It's Panche, the wild comanche, suicide