Verse One: Guru

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

But I'm so real to them it's scary

And with my unique skills nag you can't compare me

And no we don't make wack tracks

and all the suckers get pushed back when I'm kickin real facts

I represent set up shit like a tent boy

You're paranoid cause you're my son like Elroy

And you'd be happy as hell to get a record dal

Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal

Verse Two:

Oh yes I'm greater than all MC's when I breeeze give me room please

I be like fascinatin when I be updatin

Cuttin off wack kids, pullin their trump cards

I thump hard, and mak eem say that I'm God

Niggaz be pretendin they hardcore

Never know the meaning of [real hardcore]

But I get props like a slogan and no man

Could ever try to diss when I kicks my jam

Lyrically def and connecting complete mic wrecking

No double checking vocals kill like weapons

But if I have to I go all out with no mic

Yeah that's right cause I survived mad fights

And for my peeps I truly care

Cause without some of them I wouldn't be here

And they all know how I feel

Cause suckers be like playin themselves to have mass appeal

Verse Three:

I know I'm dope but don't wet that

I've suffered setbacks but now I'm makin greenbacks

Just like baggy slacks I'm crazy hip-hop

Check one two and you don't stop

Your head'll bop when I drop my crop

of pure bomb, just like the seashore I'm calm

But wild, with my monotone style

Because I don't need gimmicks

Gimme a fly beat and I'm all in it

Word is bond I go on and on

For you it's tragic I got magic like wands

So I'ma end this lecture and I betcha

Those who kick dirt and do time I'm gonna get cha

Cause I be kickin the real

While they be losin the race tryin to chase mass appeal