B. Y. S. - 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 sh*t your sh*t
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 because 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 a** rappers imma bust your sh*t your sh*t
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 f**ked 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
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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