โหลดเพลง mp3 B.Y.S. (Edited) - Gang Starr

I'm like a sniper rhymes'll strike ya
When I'm rocking mad chicks be jocking
When the G Starr's talking (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 (Guru)
Brothers know the flow is unique
I got one hundred wild styles in my black valise
MC's wanna be me so they keep asking
For me to teach them methods both slow and fast (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 (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 pulling whole crews cards (whole crews cards)
I be wrecking correct and on the gangster tip
MC's who front Imma gonna bust your shit (your shit)

I wonder do you love it enough
I'm stepping 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 forgetting 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 them 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 cause 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
Cause all you phony ass rappers Imma bust your shit(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
Cause 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 popping all those myths
Keep on faking moves and Imma (and Imma)