Guru:



Yo duke, you're dead wrong

You'll never have the skills like mine

I write the ill type rhymes

Now i'm reaching my prime

360 dunk in your face

You can't compete, you're just a basketcase

Let's separate the men from the boys

And put your money where your mouth is

No time for toys

Your game is weak, get it, so don't sleep

Cuz i'll be checking and wrecking ya

When i start to creep

Through the backdoor

I know i caught you out there

You got no clout here

And i doubt there

Is anyway that you can stop the beatdown

You better play the background

And sit back down

Chumps like you, i gotta keep'em in line

So prepare to suffer boy, cuz now you're mine



(dj premier scratching)



I'll fake you left and go right

Straight down the lane

Here's one in your eye

You feel pain, you strain

To put together some strategy

But you're raggedy, and i'll be glad to see

The frown on your grill when i drill and thrill

Set out my offense, commence to kill

I'll be leading from beginning to end







And after i guard ya

You're gonna wanna make friends

And make amends for the silly trash you were talking

Take a walk and your shots i'm swatting

With ease, and the ladies are swooning

Clocking my swiftness, why you drooling?

You oughtta practice up and get your game with mine

I been waiting to guard you, and now you're mine



(dj premier scratching)



Hurry up, sucker

Go ahead and pick your squad

Try to play hard, but i'ma rob

You of your crazy notions to defeat me

Your weak see

I rock all courts

And even get down to give you a rematch

After i wax and tax