Testo B. Y. S. Gang Starr
Iâm like a sniper rhymesâll strike ya when Iâm rockin
Mad chicks be jockinâ when the g starrâs talking
And thatâs because my word is bond
I get much fan mail and I always respond
So tell your hon to write me too
Make sure she puts attention mr. guru
Brothers know the flow is unique
I got 100 wild styles in my black valise
Mcâs wanna be me so they keep askin
For me to teach âem methods both slow and fast
And others wanna act as if theyâre better
But they only got one style which ainât all that clever
Iâm cooler than wind, harder than cold steel
I get the ladies with more than just sex appeal
A mystic psychic scanning all your thoughts
Iâll touch your soul and make your brain feel caught
When my rapture traps ya and makes you mine
Youâll submit to the gift and to the lyrical lines
So suckers realize that the size is too large
When I come through Iâm pullinâ whole crews cards
I be wreckinâ correct and on the gangster tip
Mcâs who front: immaâ gonna burst your shit
I wonder do you love it enough
Iâm steppinâ rugged and tough, never to front or to bluff
I got the fresh cut baldy, the brothers call me
Guru the man yes with all the
J-a-z-z-y type essence, street type lessons manifesting
The one who make the fly ladies feel pleasant
Never forgettinâ that to myself Iâm true
Do what you want to but watch yourself though "duke"
I donât wanna hear all of that loud mouthing
Try to pull yours out when nothing comes out
Then youâll see why you canât compete with me
The notorious guru of the gang you see
Starr stands for power like I said before
Iâm like the doctors cure slicker than roger moore
I slide up to a crab mc like this
Tap âem in the head with my mic like this
Iâll be revealing that youâre weak to the world if you wish
And I insist that if you persist
Then you get creamed, cuz immaâ get real steamed
So donât you try to flex and try to look all mean
Heyo check it thatâs dead thatâs it
Cuz all you phony ass rappers immaâ bust your shit
Now when you see me on the set you know I may unleash
A lyric like a mad dog barking through the speaker
Step off unless you wanna get torn up
Your raps worn out burned out fucked up
You locked up or maybe you locked out
Cuz at the battle last time you snuck out
But now Iâm rolling over you full blast
Iâm here to let you know no longer will the bull last
Mcâs telling lies and poppinâ all those myths
Keep on fakinâ moves and immaâ...