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Paragraphs, portraying my viewpoint
So stay attentive, cause this is a new joint
From the G-A-N-G with the info
Lyrical elements emerge from the intro
Forming a poetic mass over pathetic trash
Other writers are outclassed
Surpassed by the words and the wit
Rhymes fit and hit cause that's how we designed it

Gangstarr (gang Starr) - Battle
{*scratched: "What? You wanna battle ME?"*}
{*scratched: "Yo man, how much money you got?"*}
{*scratched: "What? You wanna battle ME?"*}
{*scratched: "Yo man, how much money you got?"*}

[Guru]
I used to guzzle 40's, and own a beat up Caddy

Expanding the depth of your brainpower
Ours is a better gift, not to be bragging nor lolligagging
I can see dimensions of sound and light around my mic
Transmitting lyrics like teletype
Reacting to a beat in a whisper
And like a transistor, I'm sounding dope when I'm crisper
The shortest length between two points is a straight line
I've gotta take mine, I heard it through the grapevine

I'm like a sniper rhymes'll strike ya when I'm rockin
mad chicks be jockin' when the 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
Brothers know the flow is unique
I got 100 wild styles in my black valise

I’m like a sniper rhymes’ll strike ya when I’m rockin
mad chicks be jоckin’ when the G Starr’s talking
And that’s because my wоrd is bоnd
I get much fan mail and I always respond
So tell yоur hon tо write me toо
make sure she puts attention Mr. Guru
Brоthers know the flow is unique
I got 100 wild styles in my black valise

[DJ Premier]
"Give a nigga pain" -> Big Shug
"Listen to a brother who knows" -> Guru
"Give a nigga pain" -> Big Shug
"It's the real...it's the Militia"

[Big Shug]
First name vete-, last name -ran

You puny protozoa you're so minute you didn't know the
Gang has been watching but instead of just squashing you
I'm scooping you up out of the muck you wallow in
Like a chief chemist all the sciences are following
Planned it to examine you on a petrie dish
Sticking you and fricking you just a tiny bit
I'm clever wit science but never reliant
Unfalse words from cowards who forever be trying

Take this for example young brothers want rep
Cause in the life they're living, you can't half step
It starts with the young ones doing crime for fun
And if you ain't down, you'll get played out son
So let's get a car, you know, a fly whip
Get a dent, pull a screwdriver, and be off quick
With a dope ride, yeah, and a rowdy crew
We can bag us a Benz and an Audi, too

You can't tell me life was meant to be like this
A black man in a world dominated by whiteness
Ever since the declaration of independence
We've been easily brainwashed by just one sentence
It goes: all men are created equal
That's why corrupt governments kill innocent people
With chemical warfare they created crack and aids
Got the public thinking these were things that black folks made

[Guru]
Now I'm about to get funky... to somethin' that Premier plays
Funky... we gonna do it this way
I'm gettin' funky... to somethin' that Premier plays
I'm the Guru and we'll do it thi`s way
Now give the credit... where it is due
Give the credit y'all... where it's due
Now give the credit... where it is due

[Guru]
Yeah, bout to talk about some serious shit
Deadly habits, you know everybody's got 'em
Just that some niggaz try to front, try to cover shit up
But fuck that, I be wylin sometimes - you know why?
Cause suckers be thinkin that shit is sweet
Niggaz be thinkin that rap niggaz ain't real, haha
Yeah well that's aight, that's aight

Verse one

You know I used to be a player, fly girl layer and a heartbreaker,
Lovemaker, backbreaker but then I made a
Mistake yes I fell in love with this ill chick
Sweatin' me for money, my name and the dilsnick
My homeboys told me to drop her for it would be to my benefit
She used to say I'd better quit hanging with those derelects

Brave is the knave who steps up to be slayed
By the one who forgave him for his first mistakes
Hed best behave, or ima send him a wave
Of some shocking volts, he doesnt know what hes talkin about
Hes kickin a bunch of crap so Ill be the judge of that
The boy lacks artistry but still he tries hard to be
An entertainer, but instead hes a waste of
My time and your time so Ill kick the pure rhymes

Tell me, do you have a clue of what to do
Can you groove to this smooth tune, you must presume
It's important, for you to follow this creation
And hey Son, life is more than having fun
So run and get some help with the problems that you face
Take a taste of the bass put your perspective in place
Get real, deep, so you can keep involved
Revolve and solve, so you can make the calls

DJ Premier: Big L, Rest In Peace

Intro: samples
--Feel the realness--
--In this business of rep--
--Go ahead--

[Guru]

Now I got you looking stiff you numbskull, you're at a stand still
Still faking that you're hard with your rhymes and got no hand skills
So I'll easily drop you and stop you from rhyming
Send you home to moms all bruised up and crying
Then if you want you can go call your people
You're gonna need a mob against me cause I'm lethal
Not that I'm a violent brother to the contrary
My vocals carry, and then I bury

Many mc's are mislead
Mislead by the lies that they pump in their heads
The money and the fame that they're hoping to find
Will never come close to the scope of my rhyme
Now some have been succesful but really
And yo, these mc's are clearly not nearly
Up to this level or should I say caliber
Because I'm hype that the company's selling me

{Stick up kids is out to tax} (X2)
{And this is how the story goes...}

Brothers are amused by others brother's reps
But the thing they know best is where the gun is kept
'Cause in the night, you'll feel fright
And at the sight of a 4-5th, I guess you just might
Wanna do a dance or two

[Verse One]
No way you'll never make it
Come with the weak shit I break kids
Step into my zone mad rhymes will stifle ya
Lines like rifles go blast when I kick some ass
A lot of rappers be like one time wonders
Couldn't say a fly rhyme if there was one right under
Their noses I hate those motherfuckin posers

[some Jamaican gwal]
No matta wat we fyace
We mus face de moment of trut baybe

Chorus: Guru

They say it's lonely at the top, in whatever you do
You always gotta watch motherfuckers around you

It's mostly tha voice, that gets you up

It's mostly tha voice, that makes you buck

A lot of rappers got flavor, and some got skills

But if your voice ain't dope then you need to [chill... chill... ]

([>=-- id93838436 --=<])

Yo yo Gu-rizzi, yo
Yo whassup son?
Yo man, youknowhatImean? I need this money man
Get up out in these, in these streets man
Yo, so what's the deal God?
I'm sayin, what you need though?

"From New York straight talk America's best" (3X)
"Yo I'm not new to this I'm true to this" "Word up!"
"From New York straight talk... America's best"

[Guru]
Yo it doesn't make sense for you to compete against
this New York vibe that gets your whole body tense
Calm down listen to a brother who knows

Intro:
Guru Word is bond, these cats been on the mic fantasizing a LOT So called MC's, wannabe rappers and all that, whatever You get your knot rocked kid, yo Chorus: Guru You thought you brought your best lines, but they couldn't touch mine I rocked you in your knot hope you have better luck next time (repeat 2X)

Verse One:
Guru So just perhaps, you wanna challenge my style of rap Talkin bout you bust caps, we know that's just a pile of crap The underground is where I dwell at It's where I find my heaven, and where you find your hell at You're in my clutches now, you get slit up and lit up just like some Dutches now, see I'm hard to define My mind travels far, from ghettoes to galaxies representin GangStarr -- The street life The reason why my mic ignites, I bring more ruckus than a nightclub fight, or bar brawl I'm swingin lyrics like broken glass palm to skull y'all Hold your head, cause all that weak shit is dead See the times are changin, and me and my peeps is gettin crazy fed So remember when you writing your rhymes Stop fantasizing, and bring some real shit next time Yeah, bring some real shit, yo Chorus Verse Two: Guru Yo, I do what I have to do to master you and capture you Until you recognize, what my rapture can do You thought I wouldn't step up, to keep my rep up I ain't them other kids, I don't need to play no catchup I got too much pride for this, I know some niggaz that'll ride for this, with me it's do or die for this Street knowledge, intellect and spirituality My survival package, as I deal with reality I'm like Fishburne in Hoodlum when I come to do em Chew em up, spit em out, the most respected no doubt You seen me in action so act you been knowin The G-U-R-U, of the Gang, I've been flowing just like the river Niger all the way to the Hudson Had so many lyrics stashed, and I couldn't wait to bust some Lately, I've watched this game evolve and elevate So now I push my music like drug dealers push weight Straight like that, straight out the gate Cause it's never too late, to set this fuckin record straight But it is too late, for you and your crew son You had the audacity to come against me, the gifted one? And Primo with the tracks, to inspire my next line You've got no wins here, so better luck next time

Chorus (cut short in 2nd repeat at I rocked you in your knot...)

[guru]
My subject matter and context are blessed
Vocal inflection connects, it's a slugfest
Ladies approach to hear quotes from the spokesman
Thoughts are like oceans for my lyrics to float in
I'm absolutely astute so salute
You try to be cute, and you get tossed like a crap shoot
Don't misinterpret or slander

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[Intro]
This jam is dedicated
To that women
That knows what she wants
And just how to get it

[Chorus]
She knows what she wants

Intro:
Skills, skills, skills

[DJ Premier Scratching]
"My Microphone"
"It's Skills"-KRS One
"The funky beat"
"It's skills"-KRS One

Once you step in the arena, cheater, you're gonna be a-
Mazed when you gaze at the armor on this leader
Fully clad and glad to find a cause, I won't pause
Fear is a joke, slowpoke, I'm like claws
That'll rip 'cause your gift, is merely flesh
Superficial and I wish you, would give it a rest
But if you don't, I'll unsheath my Excalibur
Like a noble knight, so meet ya challenger

([>=-- id93838436 --=<])

[Intro]
MCs be fakin' so now they get taken

[Chorus]
Fake MCs, they always act hard
But won't walk the street without they bodyguard

The phone rings on the beat; the song (from 1992's Daily Operation) is off the hook. With imposing precision, Guru pulls the curtain back and sees a backstabber for the scoundrel he is. "I can see through you, 'cause I'm the Guru/ What you gonna do when I start to step to you."

- Aiiyo son, it seems like, everyday
more and more people begin to get more foul
Uhn, now dig..
Association breeze some relation
Let me tell you what happened
I'm driving the other night, these two faggots they pull me over
Talking like I got a broken taillight
They got a broken headlight

Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X

Make money money GO SHOPPIN!
Take money money GO SHOPPIN!
No matter what the weather winter spring or fall
We'll be doin it... "at the mall"

[G Dep]

"There's a bulletin state police Princeton Junction"

"The militia...
Certain individuals of unidentified nature
is now under complete control"

"Hip hop is not what it is today.."

Треклист:
01 - Intro [feat. Goo, HQ, Panch]
02 - GanPut Up Or Shut Up [feat. Krumbsnatcha]
03 - Werdz From The Ghetto Child [feat. Smiley]
04 - Sabotage
05 - Rite Where U Stand [feat. Jadakiss]
06 - Skills
07 - Deadly Habitz

[Verse 1:]
New York, New york is where we live and we're thorough
Never taking shorts cuz Brooklyn's the borough
Peace to Uptown, to queens and the Bronx
Long Island and Jersey get as fly as they want
Where we rest is no joke
So let me break it down to sections for you slowpokes
Fort Green, bedstuy, Flatbush, Brownsville

[Verse One]
Boom bash dash, I had to break, I had to getaway
Packed my bags to leave for good, it was a Monday
Kissed my mother, gave my pops a pound
Then he hugged me, and then he turned around

I threw the duffelbag over my shoulder
It was time to get props kid, cause now I'm older

You do your first bid and dirt to get your name known
You never talk too much to get your spot blown
Now you're no longer just a face in the crowd
You're gettin so much respect that niggaz might as well bow
And movin up with your hustle like you planned it
Rakin dough like the world's greatest bandit
Always got one eye open, for the stick-up kids postin
So much cream chumps they can't understand it

I profess and I don't jest cause the words I manifest
They will take you, sedate you, and I will stress upon
You the need for, you all to feed your
Mind and soul, so you can lead your-self
To keep, I got a real objective here
I am effective here, cause I select a clear
Message to all, suckers I maul they fall from
Into the pit of purgatory

Are you working?
What kind of work do you do?

Uhh...
(Boy, what is it you want to do when you grow up?)

Aiyyo I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see
Victory is mine, yeah surprisingly

([>=-- id93838436 --=<])

That makes me know that, we we we we're doin
We had the right idea in the beginning
And and we just need to maintain our focus, and elevate
We what we do we update our formulas
We have certain formulas but we update em (oh right)
With the times, and everything y'know

Intro

"Knowledge is power, and knowledge can be the difference between life
or death...you should know the truth and the truth shall set you
free."

Verse 1