[guru]

Ah so now ya got me pissed off, blast off lift off

Time for me to twist off a vocal fist off

Into your domepiece, homepeace, i heard your chick wants to bone me

I get, wild like rugby, respected like bugsy

Don't even ask me, cause i'm livin lovely

Born to succeed, foes bleed, true indeed

The oral combat will romp that, your one of my seeds

When i first, busted on the scene

Nigga, you knew i had more than a gangsta lean

I mean my lean is gangsta though so check it

I'll stick an mc for his spot and sign in blood on his wack record

Boo-ya-ka, to your face as i ruin ya

Clown ya, dumbfound ya, while i'm screwin the

Fuck out cha girl as she steps into my world

I'm not the tallest, but that ass i'll polish

And if the hooker runs her mouth she gets cut off

But then you'll sweat her, cause like my leather you're butter soft

Your style stinks kid, ya garbage

And if you keep talkin shit, i'ma make ya pay homage

Cause the g to the u to the r-u, came too far to

Let you slide through, rhymes will scar you

And who the fuck are you anyway?

I catch more wreck in a minute than if you rhyme for ten days

Throw the cash in the pot

You betta dash nigga, cause i'm blowin up the spot



"i'm bout to blow the fuck up"

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[guru]

No ex-capin the explosion, those who are dozin, i close in

Set the thermostat at sub-zero, they're frozen

Extreme temperatures from my mic, stuns amateurs

Unable to conquer the gang, i ain't mad at cha

Peace to jeru, the big shug and the group home

Keepin it real, no playin niggaz or chrome

I'm way past the kid shit, brothers already did shit

You want some props? yo dog, here's a biscuit

I'm a smooth nigga and my groove's bigga, move nigga

And we don't care who's wit cha, got the picture?

And you don't wanna hear the burners go pop

Gang starr motherfucker, what, blowin up the spot



"i'm bout to blow the fuck up"

* premier scratches *



[guru]

I go from one format then switch to the next

Reflex sets the pitch vocals rip through projects

Crazy shouts are heard all around

Cause the gangstarr sound carries more weight per pound

I got some brand new timbs, so emcees sing new hymns

You betta repent, come correct, represent

Or get stomped, smacked and slapped, cap peeled back

I got you open, and now you cling to my sac

Get off, hands off, stay off, you're way off

You rookie motherfuckers it's the finals not the playoffs

I'll break you up into particles, to small pieces

Because your brain is miniscule

You little fool, come learn the tools of the trade

I made the rules so go to school and get played

Just when you're thinkin that your jam is hot

Up steps the niggaz who be blowin up the spot


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