Gang Starr: The remainz

[Guru] The question remains.. which MC's will reign Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." Phrases I spit like slugs after I sip from my mug Life is bugged, the bassline groove is my drug Now that you feel me, yo here's some advice All you foul niggaz gonna pay the fuckin price So take that phony hardcore look off your grill Cause I be stompin ya still with the intent to kill This is a battle rhyme in case you haven't noticed You get replaced you get demoted I give chumps cranium lumps just like Louisville I stand tall, just like the Catskill Mountains Preyin like a cougar ready to pounce and denouncin, all the unrealistic fake gangsters fake mystics; so let me make this specific You know we're nearest the original gifted Rhymes get twisted, brain cells dissolve As the world revolves, wack crews lick my balls They can't deal with the realism When they go for the mic, they better bring their steel with them They're gonna need crazy help When I get down for mine, murderin suckers for delf "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." The question remains.. which MC's will reign Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." So umm.. "THERE'S NO NEED TO WORRY!" My sight is never blurry, I hit you with the flurry of rhymes and laws, combined with raw style and grace You're just a pile of waste if you can't place in this rap race I've been here, I'm stayin, what, think I'm playin? I've been down, I came up, the hard way, I'm sayin Bless my Pops he's divine but what he owns is his, and what's mine is mine So God bless the child in the streets that's wild I can easily pull, a perpin MC's file You can study for years and be the world's top scholar Out here, life's a gamble, people scramble for dollars With the textbook sense, you can still be dense Rather master the game than dwell in sorrow and shame I'm a survivor, so I'ma always remain the little nigga with the voice to leave a stain on your brain "Ask yourself the same question" .. The question remains.. which MC's will reign Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." The question remains.. which MC's will reign Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." My microphone, is CALLIN So I'm one-two checkin, and yes yes y'allin Fallen, heroes are zeroes, I ain't down with the weirdos I'm true to the game, fuck fame, peep my concerto And yea though I walk through the valley, from Brooklyn to Cali Huh, I leave the real niggaz rallied Cause I ain't fakin no jax, MC's are taken aback Cause the songs they be makin crazy wack So I subtract them, I'm one ill black man I pack man, liable to cap when I'm rappin So all that's left is the bloodstains but still the question remains "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." The question remains.. which MC's will reign Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.." The question remains.. which MC's will reign Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain "Ask yourself the same question" "What is it.."