Gang Starr: You know my steez

INTRO: The real hip hop MCing and DJing from your own mind, you know I guess right now we should start the show [Guru] Who's the suspicious character Strapped with the sounds profound Similar to rounds spit by Derringers "You're in the Terrordome", like my man Chuck D said It's time to dethrone you clones, and all you knuckleheads Cause MC's have used up extended warranties While real MC's and DJ's are a minority But right about now I use my authority Cause I'm like the wizard and you look lost like Dorothy The horror be When I return for my real people Words that split wigs hittin' like some double Desert Eagles Sportin' caps pulled low, and baggy slacks Subtractin' all the rappers who lack, over Premier's tracks Severe facts have brought this rap game to near collapse So as I have in the past, I whip ass Droppin' lyrics that be hotter than sex and candle wax And one-dimensional MC's can't handle that While the world's revolvin' on it's axis I come with mad lovin' plus the illest warlike tactics The wilderness is filled with this So many people searchin' for false lift I'm here with the skills you've missed The rejected stone is now the cornerstone Sorta like the master builder when I make my way home You know my steez CHORUS: You know my steez Let 'em know, do your thing y'all Keep it live To the beat y'all The beat is sinister, Premo makes you relax I'm like the minister when I be lacin' the wax I be bringin' salvation through the way that I rap And you know, and I know, I'm nice like that Work through worldly problems I got the healing power When the mic's within my reach, I'm feelin more power Stealin' at least three minutes of every rap radio hour It's often easier for one to give advice Than it is for a person to run one's own life That's why I can't be caught up in all the hype I keep my soul tight and let these lines takes flight The apparatus gets blessed, and suckers get put to rest No more of the unpure, I got the cure for this mess The wackness is spreadin' like the plague MC's lucked up and got paid But still can't make the fuckin' grade How many times are wannabes gonna lie Yo, they must wanna fry They can't touch the knowledge I personify I travel through the darkness, carryin' my torch The illest soldier, when I'm holding down the fort You know my steez CHORUS (4x) The mic.. On the microphone you know that I'm one of the best yet Some punks ain't paid all of their debts yet Tryin' to be fly, ridin' high on the jetset With juvenile rhymes, makin' fake ass death threats Big deal, like En Vogue, here's "Something you can feel" Styles more tangible, an image more real For some time now, I've held the scrolls and manuscripts When it's time to go all out You be like "Damn he flipped" Now I'm sick, fed up with the bullshit Got the lyrical full clip Givin' you a verbal asswhip Don't trip, it's the gifted prolific one Known as "Baldhead Slick" Why is the press all on my di-dick My style be wilder, than a kamikaze pilot Don't try it, I'm about to start more than a friggin' riot Styles unsurpassable and nuggaz that's suckas Yo, them motherfuckers are harrassable For I be speakin' from my parables and carry you beyond The mic's either a magic wand Or it gets tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb Then I grab your palm, no pulse, you're gone And if you thought we'd lose our niche In this rap shit You way wrong, I stay up, I stay on Shine bright like neon Your songs, pathetic, synthetic like Rayon Fat beats, they play on Want dope rhymes, put me on Word is bond You know my steez..