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You Know My Steez - Gang Starr
Written by：Keith Elam

The real

Hip hop

Mcing and djing from your own mind ya know

I I guess right now we should start the show

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 whup a**
Droppin' lyrics that be hotter than s*x and candlewax
And one dimensional mc's can't handle that
While the world's revolvin' on it's axis
I come with mad love and plus the illest warlike tactics
The wilderness is filled with this so many people
Searching for false lift I'm here with the skills you've missed
The rejected stone is now the cornerstone
Sort of like the master builder when I make my way home
You know my steez

You know my steez

Let 'em know do your thing y'all keep it live

To the beat y'all

The beat is sinister primo 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
Stealing 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 f**kin' grade

How many times are wannabe's gonna lie
Yo they must wanna fry they
Can't touch the knowledge I personify
I travel through the darkness carrying my torch
The illest soldier when I'm holding down the fort
You know my steez

Let 'em know do your thing y'all keep it live

You know my steez

Let 'em know do your thing y'all keep it live
You know my steez

Let 'em know do your thing y'all keep it live

You know my steez

Let 'em know do your thing y'all keep it live

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 jet set
With juvenile rhymes makin' fake a** death threats
Big deal like en vogue here's something you can feel
Styles more tangible and 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 bullsh*t
Got the lyrical full clip giving you a verbal asswhip
Don't trip it's the gifted prolific one
Known as bald head slick why is the press all on my di d*ck
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 nuccas that's suckas yo
Them motherf**kers are harrassable
For I be speaking 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 sh*t you way wrong
I stay up I stay on shine bright like neon
Your song's pathetic synthetic like rayon
Fat beats they play on want d**e rhymes put me on
Word is bond

You know my steez