[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"

* Premier scratches *



[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-a