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What I'm Here 4 (Explicit) - Gang Starr
Written by：Keith Elam

Tell the people what you're here for

It's the message in the song that makes you rock on
Some people go to places where they don't belong
Whether wrong or right a lot of people fight
But I'm here to bless this mic aight

I take action the minute that the crowd gets hype
I'm type crashing down like a meteorite
I'm bogarting mics and whole stages
Destroying mc's dreams from words to whole pages
Their rapbooks look more like scrapbooks
With their fictional fairytales and frail a** hooks
A lot of sh*t has happened since I started rapping
There's been enough beef and enough gat clapping
There's been mad signs for this brother to heed
And while some choose greed I choose to plant seeds
For your mental spirit and physical temple
Bob your head to it there's the water you've been lead to it
Bathe in it a long time you've been craving it
Prance to it use your third eye and glance through it
Your state of being becoming advanced through it
While others rhyme with no reason I be breezing
Their mics I seize them then I try em for treason
I used to always like to hang out
Now I lounge in the rest writing bombs while tracks bang out
I know you peeped me in the club then
But now I'm in your speaker with the voice that you're loving

It's the message in the song that makes you rock on
Some people go to places where they don't belong
Whether wrong or right a lot of people fight
But I'm here to bless this mic aight

Peace to the young ladies who wanna bone me much
And peace to my ni**a Premier with the golden touch
I never fall off point like Deniro in Casino
Peace to Black Gambinos and all my peoples
Dig the steelo
I'm fighting wars you know
As in the jihad most humble most merciful
That's because I be God I trog through fogs puffing logs
Mc's muttering menial madness they get marred
Scarred and barred and then banished from my f**king kingdom
You got a fly one bring one or else I come to fling some
Exquisite exotic exciting type sh*t
Enough to make the real heads wake up and get hype quick
I'm type slick known as the god Universal
Kick rhymes without rehearsal I cross the burning sands
Now I stand here with virtue of course I could hurt you
Simply with my point of view and I knew
That many would come that's why I've chosen
To cut off pathways and there's no runways or doorways open
For the jokers who ain't focused
And all the fake mercenaries get buried by the tongue of terrifying fury
Nothing's blurry f**k it I got no worries
Hearts and minds shine bright light with insight
Yeah since my birthright to set up cyphers with power
Cause mad sh*t ain't right like punks in the spotlight
Who can't freestyle sometimes I make my peeps smile
By saying something crazy wild
Like some sh*t off my dome that be sounding
Better than the next man's whole album