(Premier scratches "The Guru")



It's '89, mine, I'm Keithy E. the Guru

Premier is here with the flair, we're running to you

Bust your grill with skill, as we build and fulfill

I drop the wisom to quiz them, with precision we drill

We're kicking wannabes down cause we're gonna be down

We're moving on with the sound, see we're gonna be around

For a long time, I kick the strong rhymes

You're empty-handed and stranded cause you were standing in the wrong line

This is not the fate is for sure a pure pen

The gift is hitting home on your dome because we meant it

You'll need a graffiti, don't heed and you'll be bleeding

We'll rip you, and ship you back and you'll be repeating

The progress, and I guess that you should be told now

Lo and behold how the stroll I unfold now

Knowledge, wisdom, and peace are what I'm true to

In the rear is Premier, and I'm the Guru



(Premier scratches)



I sound greater because I'm head of the comittee

I chill in New York City, I'm witty, so get me

To Brooklyn, so I can ill and peace no joke

You slow poke, you'll go broke, you're rhymes ain't all that dope

So take a backseat, with all your wack beats

This is the one phase of my rage and onstage I slap eats

For you to try to steal this, I will reveal this

Like a prophet, I'll drop it, Premier will start to seal

This coffin to be chewing, you soft and you'll be doing

A dance with some ants in the ground, you clowns be chewing

But you could never get this, the talents we've been blest with

So many different ways to phrase, you shouldn't mess with the Guru



(Premier scratches)



So here's the verdict, cause all you suckers know you're booty

You're played out, you'll fade out, I doubt that you can do me

We ain't having no gabbing, when I be grabbing and jabbing

In your ear like a spear prepare your body for battling

Cause you've been preparing to move, you'll be certain to lose

Open your eyes up, wise up while I work with the groove

To teach your next school, who'll be the next fool?

That I can stomp down with compound nouns but like a pestule

Come back with dumb raps, then like a tech inside

I'll take you out your misery you ought to step aside

Your weak rap, you speak that yang so Imma clue you

The DJ's name is Premier, and I'm the Guru



I'm telling you, '89 is mine. Peace!