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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
"It has come to our attention that a mysterious force is LOOSE..
somewhere in outer space." "The mysteries of creation are there." "Up in the sky?" "Up in the sky." "The moon and the planets are there. And new hopes for knowledge and peace are there. And therefore as we set sail; we ask God's blessing -- on the most hazardous, and dangerous, and greatest adventure of which man has ever embarked." --> John F. Kennedy "Prepared for liftoff." [Guru] I Self Lord And Master, shall bring disaster to evil factors Demonic chapters, shall be captured by Kings Through the storms of days after Unto the Earth from the Sun through triple darkness to blast ya with a force that can't be compared to any firepower, for it's mindpower shared The brainwake, causes vessels to circulate like constellations reflect at night off the lake Word to the father, and Mother Earth Seeking everlasting life through this Hell for what it's worth Look listen and observe and watch another C-Cypher pullin my peeps to the curb Heed the words; it's like ghetto style proverbs The righteous pay a sacrifice to get what they deserve Cannot afford to be confined to a cell Brainwaves swell, turnin a desert to a well Experience the best teacher; thoughts will spray like street sweepers Little Daddy street preacher Illustrious feature, narrator you select Accompanied by Deck plus the DJ you respect The seven and a half combine, over the frontline The ten percenters, promotin slander in the airtime Bear in mind jewels be the tools of the trade Sharp veins heavenly praise and dues are paid Above the crowds, above the clouds where the sounds are original Infinite skills create miracles Warrior spiritual -- above the clouds reigning/raining down, holdin it down [Inspectah Deck] Yeah; I leave scientists mentally scarred, triple extra large Wild like rock stars who smash guitars Poison bars from the Gods bust holes in your mirage and catch a charge shake em down like the riot squad Invade your zone, ruin like ancient Rome I span the universe and return to Earth to claim my throne The maker, owner, plus soul controller Ayatollah rest in the sky, the cloud's my sofa Stand like Collossus, regardless to whom or what Numerous attempts at my life, so who to trust Who but us, to supply you with the fire? The burning truth, 150 Absolut proof On the mic like Moses spoke in golden scribe Survivor of the oldest tribe whose soldiers died I notified families, we shed tears and more but our hands are the ammo cause the battle's still on Sound the horn; we come rumblin through the function Precise laser beam technique to touch somethin When we die hard, to build the monument to honor us with Humungous effect in the world - we could have conquered it Above the crowds, above the clouds where the sounds are original Infinite skills create miracles Warrior spiritual -- above the clouds reigning/raining down, holdin it down Above the crowds, above the clouds where the sounds are original Infinite skills create miracles Warrior spiritual -- above the clouds reigning/raining down, holdin it down |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
"It has come to our attention that a mysterious force is LOOSE..
somewhere in outer space." "The mysteries of creation are there." "Up in the sky?" "Up in the sky." "The moon and the planets are there. And new hopes for knowledge and peace are there. And therefore as we set sail; we ask God's blessing -- on the most hazardous, and dangerous, and greatest adventure of which man has ever embarked." --> John F. Kennedy "Prepared for liftoff." [Guru] I Self Lord And Master, shall bring disaster to evil factors Demonic chapters, shall be captured by Kings Through the storms of days after Unto the Earth from the Sun through triple darkness to blast ya with a force that can't be compared to any firepower, for it's mindpower shared The brainwake, causes vessels to circulate like constellations reflect at night off the lake Word to the father, and Mother Earth Seeking everlasting life through this Hell for what it's worth Look listen and observe and watch another C-Cypher pullin my peeps to the curb Heed the words; it's like ghetto style proverbs The righteous pay a sacrifice to get what they deserve Cannot afford to be confined to a cell Brainwaves swell, turnin a desert to a well Experience the best teacher; thoughts will spray like street sweepers Little Daddy street preacher Illustrious feature, narrator you select Accompanied by Deck plus the DJ you respect The seven and a half combine, over the frontline The ten percenters, promotin slander in the airtime Bear in mind jewels be the tools of the trade Sharp veins heavenly praise and dues are paid Above the crowds, above the clouds where the sounds are original Infinite skills create miracles Warrior spiritual -- above the clouds reigning/raining down, holdin it down [Inspectah Deck] Yeah; I leave scientists mentally scarred, triple extra large Wild like rock stars who smash guitars Poison bars from the Gods bust holes in your mirage and catch a charge shake em down like the riot squad Invade your zone, ruin like ancient Rome I span the universe and return to Earth to claim my throne The maker, owner, plus soul controller Ayatollah rest in the sky, the cloud's my sofa Stand like Collossus, regardless to whom or what Numerous attempts at my life, so who to trust Who but us, to supply you with the fire? The burning truth, 150 Absolut proof On the mic like Moses spoke in golden scribe Survivor of the oldest tribe whose soldiers died I notified families, we shed tears and more but our hands are the ammo cause the battle's still on Sound the horn; we come rumblin through the function Precise laser beam technique to touch somethin When we die hard, to build the monument to honor us with Humungous effect in the world - we could have conquered it Above the crowds, above the clouds where the sounds are original Infinite skills create miracles Warrior spiritual -- above the clouds reigning/raining down, holdin it down Above the crowds, above the clouds where the sounds are original Infinite skills create miracles Warrior spiritual -- above the clouds reigning/raining down, holdin it down |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
"It has come to our attention that a mysterious force is LOOSE..
somewhere in outer space." "The mysteries of creation are there." "Up in the sky?" "Up in the sky." "The moon and the planets are there. And new hopes for knowledge and peace are there. And therefore as we set sail; we ask God's blessing -- on the most hazardous, and dangerous, and greatest adventure of which man has ever embarked." --> John F. Kennedy "Prepared for liftoff." [Guru] I Self Lord And Master, shall bring disaster to evil factors Demonic chapters, shall be captured by Kings Through the storms of days after Unto the Earth from the Sun through triple darkness to blast ya with a force that can't be compared to any firepower, for it's mindpower shared The brainwake, causes vessels to circulate like constellations reflect at night off the lake Word to the father, and Mother Earth Seeking everlasting life through this Hell for what it's worth Look listen and observe and watch another C-Cypher pullin my peeps to the curb Heed the words; it's like ghetto style proverbs The righteous pay a sacrifice to get what they deserve Cannot afford to be confined to a cell Brainwaves swell, turnin a desert to a well Experience the best teacher; thoughts will spray like street sweepers Little Daddy street preacher Illustrious feature, narrator you select Accompanied by Deck plus the DJ you respect The seven and a half combine, over the frontline The ten percenters, promotin slander in the airtime Bear in mind jewels be the tools of the trade Sharp veins heavenly praise and dues are paid Above the crowds, above the clouds where the sounds are original Infinite skills create miracles Warrior spiritual -- above the clouds reigning/raining down, holdin it down [Inspectah Deck] Yeah; I leave scientists mentally scarred, triple extra large Wild like rock stars who smash guitars Poison bars from the Gods bust holes in your mirage and catch a charge shake em down like the riot squad Invade your zone, ruin like ancient Rome I span the universe and return to Earth to claim my throne The maker, owner, plus soul controller Ayatollah rest in the sky, the cloud's my sofa Stand like Collossus, regardless to whom or what Numerous attempts at my life, so who to trust Who but us, to supply you with the fire? The burning truth, 150 Absolut proof On the mic like Moses spoke in golden scribe Survivor of the oldest tribe whose soldiers died I notified families, we shed tears and more but our hands are the ammo cause the battle's still on Sound the horn; we come rumblin through the function Precise laser beam technique to touch somethin When we die hard, to build the monument to honor us with Humungous effect in the world - we could have conquered it Above the crowds, above the clouds where the sounds are original Infinite skills create miracles Warrior spiritual -- above the clouds reigning/raining down, holdin it down Above the crowds, above the clouds where the sounds are original Infinite skills create miracles Warrior spiritual -- above the clouds reigning/raining down, holdin it down |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
'Take the money never have to run' (3X)
'Here's how it goes..' (Guru) All for the cash man, niggaz'll be ready to blast man Mad hoes, 'll be quick, to give up the as* man Traitors, they'll be robbing your stash man Don't wanna end up like the last man If the price is right, niggaz can get trife awright They plot and they scheme, all day and all night And they might even get elaborate enough to plan the illest kind of crime, f**k the average stuff Like this chick who was kickin it, with this baller Pretendin that she loved him, only really loved dollars Holla'd at his man so they could, rendezvous Said to his man, 'Forget him, I'm fond of you' So after the screw, she put him down with her plan The utmost betrayal, this nigga's down with her man But the sex changed everything, they conspired to snake him Talked about the best time, and best way, they could take him While in bed, she told him just where her man kept his dough She said, 'Yo, tonight he's bout to cop some blow And I know, there's at least, 50 grand to show Bring a gat, wear a mask, and come through the window I'll leave it open for you, he won't never know So run in, grab the money, later on, you and I can flow If we do this sh*t right, he won't fight Break out with the cash and stay your as* out of sight' So the nigga sat back, but little did he know he was about to ruin his life over a silly hoe And really though, the whole sh*t went wrong Cause when he came through the window and pulled out it was on Money they was gon' rob was high, on some shit Dukes with the mask, told him, 'Run your shit' He said, 'f**k that shit!' So they tussled n shit Then BLAOW, the burner spit, and the chick's man got hit He died, his man had no loyalty, she's locked up as an accessory His man's doin life, what a tragedy All for the cash man.. 'Never have to run' |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
'Take the money never have to run' (3X)
'Here's how it goes..' (Guru) All for the cash man, niggaz'll be ready to blast man Mad hoes, 'll be quick, to give up the as* man Traitors, they'll be robbing your stash man Don't wanna end up like the last man If the price is right, niggaz can get trife awright They plot and they scheme, all day and all night And they might even get elaborate enough to plan the illest kind of crime, f**k the average stuff Like this chick who was kickin it, with this baller Pretendin that she loved him, only really loved dollars Holla'd at his man so they could, rendezvous Said to his man, 'Forget him, I'm fond of you' So after the screw, she put him down with her plan The utmost betrayal, this nigga's down with her man But the sex changed everything, they conspired to snake him Talked about the best time, and best way, they could take him While in bed, she told him just where her man kept his dough She said, 'Yo, tonight he's bout to cop some blow And I know, there's at least, 50 grand to show Bring a gat, wear a mask, and come through the window I'll leave it open for you, he won't never know So run in, grab the money, later on, you and I can flow If we do this sh*t right, he won't fight Break out with the cash and stay your as* out of sight' So the nigga sat back, but little did he know he was about to ruin his life over a silly hoe And really though, the whole sh*t went wrong Cause when he came through the window and pulled out it was on Money they was gon' rob was high, on some shit Dukes with the mask, told him, 'Run your shit' He said, 'f**k that shit!' So they tussled n shit Then BLAOW, the burner spit, and the chick's man got hit He died, his man had no loyalty, she's locked up as an accessory His man's doin life, what a tragedy All for the cash man.. 'Never have to run' |
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from Gang Starr - Hard To Earn (1994)
(Phife from "Check the Rhime")
Now here's a funky introduction (Phife from "Check the Rhime") Now here's a funky introduction (Phife from "Check the Rhime") Now here's a funky introduction (Phife from "Check the Rhime") Now here's a funky introduction It's ALONGWAYTOGO, when you don't know where you're going You don't know where you're going when you're lost (lost) It's ALONGWAYTOGO, when you don't know where you're going You don't know where you're going when you're lost (lost) What you need is more direction and get yourself some protection I thought by now that you have learned your lesson I'm stressin points and slammin all joints you call the real shit Correct shit, you know the busta way you feel shit Baby, I still don't think you understand You lose the game, we get more props than Dan...Rather And it don't matter cuz when you flinch, you're weak So I'mma step just to speak about the counterfeit, unlegit type of people Those cellophane ones, the ones that you can see through It's poetic justice cuz I'm mad with a pact So precise, my insight will take flight in the night And in the daytime, cuz I don't come up with corny rhymes I'm too devoted to the concept of gettin mine So here's the deal like Shaquille O'Neal If you don't know what you're doing, how the hell can you be real? (scratching)(Q-Tip from "Check the Rhime") How far must you go to gain respect? Um... (scratching)(Q-Tip from "Check the Rhime") How far must you go to gain respect? Um... Now in '93, realistically you should be... well aware of all the evils out there It's like a jungle sometimes. You get the message? You got to rumble sometimes, it's gettin hectic Emotions run deep, as times run out Solutions...it's time to find some out So according to me, suckers are barred From obstructing my discussion cuz I rhyme too hard You take a wiff like a spliff here, like some fresh air I came to claim shit this year (this year) So take a stroll down the walkway, or hallway, or runway Fuck with us, kid, you'll pay I slay...and yo, I'm still on the expressway I kick my essay, then you know we don't play So pray down on your knees, G Cuz it's the best way, yes, the best way, cuz... It's ALONGWAYTOGO, when you don't know where you're going You don't know where you're going when you're lost (lost) It's ALONGWAYTOGO, when you don't know where you're going You don't know where you're going when you're lost (lost) (scratching)(Q-Tip from "Check the Rhime") How far must you go to gain respect? Um... (scratching)(Q-Tip from "Check the Rhime") How far must you go to gain respect? Um... There's a large amount of wack crews. For them, I got bad news Time to pay your dues, you fools I'm like express mail, with the script that hits Like the third rail, when I shock the spot, it's hot From the rays of the sun Original one the prophet sent to become A law giver, cuz you shiver when I quiz ya All about the real neccessities of life All about the game and all about the name G to the A to the N to the G Starr We know who we are, but do you know who you are? (You go down there looking for justice, that's what you find, just us) It's ALONGWAYTOGO, when you don't know where you're going You don't know where you're going when you're lost (lost) It's ALONGWAYTOGO, when you don't know where you're going You don't know where you're going when you're lost (lost) It's ALONGWAYTOGO, when you don't know where you're going You don't know where you're going when you're lost (lost) It's ALONGWAYTOGO, when you don't know where you're going You don't know where you're going when you're lost (lost) (scratching)(Q-Tip from "Check the Rhime") How far must you go to gain respect? Um... (scratching)(Q-Tip from "Check the Rhime") How far must you go to gain respect? Um... (scratching)(Q-Tip from "Check the Rhime") How far must you go to gain respect? Um... (scratching)(Q-Tip from "Check the Rhime") How far must you go to gain respect? Um... (scratching) Um... (until end) |
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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
It's like, a friendship, and a business partnership
And, we have to always be concious of the difference between em; because y'know, some things can happen that'll ruin one or the other, so we alwa-we always stay concious of those things Those obstacles that can, y'know trip us up because we ain't trying to go out like that "Friends" "Business" "Friends" "Business" "Friends" "Business" AhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRAHHAHHH!!! C'mon! Motherfucker! Yeah! ... GangStarr! GangStarr! M.O.P. Ghetto people! Son you're supposed to be my man, but you ain't wise enough to realize this is B.I., see I wanna taste the whole cake Some things in this industry, shit be so fake Make no mistake, if you're my man you'd understand about the plan, to stack hundreds of grands (That's right!) And how to stand, on much more acres of land And to expand from the days of goin hand to hand So like I was CEO I do my thing son and turn this underground rap thing to my kingdom Release a fistful, of rhymes for the fiscal year MC's are wishful fuckin with this here They stuck with the tear, for fear they foresake a brother's love it's clear -- I'd have to be the better man I'm thinkin The 7th Letter Man ain't got no time for petty speakin (uhh) So we go our seperate ways I see the fork in the road I know I blessed you with a portion of gold and some good fortune to hold, so KEEP THAT while I keep it movin, just like truckloads of interstate cargo, taxin niggaz like U.S. embargoes You my man like I said so all the best You shoulda known we do shit differently than all of the rest Can't afford to let a link be, loose in the chain It's time for us to get mad more, juice in the game You're buggin son (that's right) that's word to Billy and Fame So I'ma stay the game, that we play to win (Yeah!) So I don't care what you say to her or say to him The object son, is to excel and lead And niggaz be bluffin fallin for nothin but greed If it's animosity Let me know If you plottin to stop my dough Time to go! GangStarr, M.O.P. nigga Tryin to blow! If you my man you could understand! If it's animosity Let me know If you plottin to stop my dough Time to go! GangStarr, M.O.P. nigga Tryin to blow! If you my man you could understand! I'm true to myself y'all, and I'm a down ass nigga! So don't fool yourself, clown ass nigga! I always been the type of cat that'll put it on ya since back in the days when Laze snatched me off the corner And every since then, the whole game changed Everybody's against, Lil' ass Fame They wanna see me stretched out with my back smokin Left for dead in the street with my back opened So I don't keep friends I just roll with niggaz I was RAISED WITH, went out in a BLAZE WITH In the penile, to B.ville, down to Grayson And we thick together, in these last days kid So I don't have what you call friends cause when it's on then they gone in the end! But I'ma handle my business indeed Cause niggaz be bluffin fallin for nothin but greed! If it's animosity Let me know If you plottin to stop my dough Time to go! GangStarr, M.O.P. nigga Tryin to blow! If you my man you could understand! If it's animosity Let me know If you plottin to stop my dough Time to go! GangStarr, M.O.P. nigga Tryin to blow! If you my man you could understand! Hey yo what happened to the love soldier? It never crossed my mind that you would doubt my love inside and test my pride I divide, anything that I got with my M.O.P. staff -- WE ALL AND WE OUT! To the First Family loyalty, is no game We them type of niggaz that, money won't change We all aim, for the big picture but to me it don't mean shit if your dogs ain't witcha I sacrifice my main arteries -- WHY NIGGA?! Ain't nobody never loved me, like my niggaz See my business is my friendship and my friendship is my business Can I get a witness?! (Preach on nigga!) Hey yo we went through all out wars, half-assed tours Travelled 'cross this land with heavy contraband (See you my man!) And you ain't never got to second guess or question the love of William Danze (Sho' nuff!) I am invaluable, to my niggaz cause they all rest there in thirty-two -- BETTER THAN NOTHIN! Think of William when they start bustin, I hold you down (When them body parts pop up cousin) I'll be around! "Friends" "Business" "Friends" "Business" "Friends" "Business" |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Gang Starr - BYS (bust your shit)
I'm like a sniper rhymes'll strike ya when I'm rockin Mad chicks be jockin' when the g starr's talking And that's 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 Mc's wanna be me so they keep askin For me to teach 'em methods both slow and fast And others wanna act as if they're better But they only got one style which ain't all that clever I'm cooler than wind, harder than cold steel I get the ladies with more than just sex appeal A mystic psychic scanning all your thoughts I'll touch your soul and make your brain feel caught When my rapture traps ya and makes you mine You'll submit to the gift and to the lyrical lines So suckers realize that the size is too large When I come through I'm pullin' whole crews cards I be wreckin' correct and on the gangster tip Mc's who front: imma' gonna burst your shit I wonder do you love it enough I'm steppin' 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 forgettin' that to myself I'm true Do what you want to but watch yourself though I don't wanna hear all of that loud mouthing Try to pull yours out when nothing comes out Then you'll see why you can't compete with me The notorious guru of the gang you see Starr stands for power like I said before I'm like the doctors cure slicker than roger moore I slide up to a crab mc like this Tap 'em in the head with my mic like this I'll be revealing that you're weak to the world if you wish And I insist that if you persist Then you get creamed, 'cause imma' get real steamed So don't you try to flex and try to look all mean Heyo check it that's dead that's it 'cause all you phony ass rappers imma' 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 'cause at the battle last time you snuck out But now I'm rolling over you full blast I'm here to let you know no longer will the bull last Mc's telling lies and poppin' all those myths Keep on fakin' moves and imma'... |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Gang Starr - BYS (bust your shit)
I'm like a sniper rhymes'll strike ya when I'm rockin Mad chicks be jockin' when the g starr's talking And that's 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 Mc's wanna be me so they keep askin For me to teach 'em methods both slow and fast And others wanna act as if they're better But they only got one style which ain't all that clever I'm cooler than wind, harder than cold steel I get the ladies with more than just sex appeal A mystic psychic scanning all your thoughts I'll touch your soul and make your brain feel caught When my rapture traps ya and makes you mine You'll submit to the gift and to the lyrical lines So suckers realize that the size is too large When I come through I'm pullin' whole crews cards I be wreckin' correct and on the gangster tip Mc's who front: imma' gonna burst your shit I wonder do you love it enough I'm steppin' 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 forgettin' that to myself I'm true Do what you want to but watch yourself though I don't wanna hear all of that loud mouthing Try to pull yours out when nothing comes out Then you'll see why you can't compete with me The notorious guru of the gang you see Starr stands for power like I said before I'm like the doctors cure slicker than roger moore I slide up to a crab mc like this Tap 'em in the head with my mic like this I'll be revealing that you're weak to the world if you wish And I insist that if you persist Then you get creamed, 'cause imma' get real steamed So don't you try to flex and try to look all mean Heyo check it that's dead that's it 'cause all you phony ass rappers imma' 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 'cause at the battle last time you snuck out But now I'm rolling over you full blast I'm here to let you know no longer will the bull last Mc's telling lies and poppin' all those myths Keep on fakin' moves and imma'... |
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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
Intro(phone conversation):
Yo what up son? -Yo what up kid? Yo, you holdin your head up? -I'm tryin to man, but the system is shady Word man they always man, they always tryin to keep a good brother down, but I'm sayin We still, you know we got love for you son and we prayin for you and we, you know we tryin to hold it down wh you know while you in there man -No question Hopefully they won't keep you in there for too long -Yeah, for real, I sure love be out in a minute, you know? -But you know what I want you to kid? You know what would -be the bomb man? What's that? -You need to do some shit with Face man -Bomb on niggaz, be shady man Scarface? -Yeah man Yo that's my nigga, yaknowwhaImean -Scarface is tight son Yo that's a good idea word is bond I'm gonna talk the play in tomorrow(yeah) and see about if we could hook up wit him -That's proper Hook: Guru Scandalous, money greed and lust In this trife life, there ain't nobody you can trust Plus there's no justice, it's just us In fact, watchin' yo back it be must And each and everyday around the way gats bust And jealous so-called friends'll try to set you up It's called betrayal Verse 1: Guru Check the horror scene The kid was like twelve or thirteen Never had the chance like other kids to follow dreams Watched his father catch two in the dome and to the spleen Nothin' but blood everywhere, these streets are mean They spared his life, but killed his moms and his sister Jean Of course over some drug shit Hi spops was on some ill-out, spill your guts, on some thug shit Didn't know his boys was on some shady ass no love shit His pops got played out though, with silencers they laid him out yo Took his stash and all the cash and left 'em, tied up on the couch yo With tape over his mouth, so he couldn't cry out cause his dad was the nigga with clout Survival of the fittest so they split his wig no doubt Despite the stocking caps he noticed the same cat, who used to give him doe and taught him, to use the same gat Supposed to be an Uncle,fam and all that He could tell it was him 'cause he wore the same slacks, he wore when he took him to Meadowlands racetrack Why did he flip and go out like that? It's called betrayal Hook Verse 2: Scarface A Betrayal Punk ass niggas It's called betrayal He on a mission to become a ball player Flip big Benz's, flossin all gators Had it all mapped out,6-8,12th grader Fresh outta school, he fin' to go lay paper He had abrother who was hustlin collectin his change Never let his baby brother stick his neck in the game Told him all he had to do is just enjoy the ride And he ain't have to worry about money cause that's in time So now he's pacin as the time moves slowly Can't wait to face Shaquille in the paint and school Kobe Kept his grades and stayed up under naighborhood functions And then a group of knuckleheads came through dumpin So now he's sittin on the sidewalk bleedin Fell into a puddle of his own blood and stopped breathin And everybody in the neighborhood still grievin But destiny caught up with his ass and he got even And all the cryin in the world ain't goin to bring him back his brother, sittin at the wake wipin tears from his mother's eyes Why'd the game have to go and take the young boys life Only the wicked live shife, payin the price while he's starin at the shell his brothers soul wants hell the trigger man made bail and you, wouldn't pay the boys mail, and sacrificed the fuckin family That's betrayal Betrayal(echoes) |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Intro(phone conversation):
Yo what up son? -Yo what up kid? Yo, you holdin your head up? -I'm tryin to man, but the system is shady Word man they always man, they always tryin to keep a good brother down, but I'm sayin We still, you know we got love for you son and we prayin for you and we, you know we tryin to hold it down wh you know while you in there man -No question Hopefully they won't keep you in there for too long -Yeah, for real, I sure love be out in a minute, you know? -But you know what I want you to kid? You know what would -be the bomb man? What's that? -You need to do some shit with Face man -Bomb on niggaz, be shady man Scarface? -Yeah man Yo that's my nigga, yaknowwhaImean -Scarface is tight son Yo that's a good idea word is bond I'm gonna talk the play in tomorrow(yeah) and see about if we could hook up wit him -That's proper Hook: Guru Scandalous, money greed and lust In this trife life, there ain't nobody you can trust Plus there's no justice, it's just us In fact, watchin' yo back it be must And each and everyday around the way gats bust And jealous so-called friends'll try to set you up It's called betrayal Verse 1: Guru Check the horror scene The kid was like twelve or thirteen Never had the chance like other kids to follow dreams Watched his father catch two in the dome and to the spleen Nothin' but blood everywhere, these streets are mean They spared his life, but killed his moms and his sister Jean Of course over some drug shit Hi spops was on some ill-out, spill your guts, on some thug shit Didn't know his boys was on some shady ass no love shit His pops got played out though, with silencers they laid him out yo Took his stash and all the cash and left 'em, tied up on the couch yo With tape over his mouth, so he couldn't cry out cause his dad was the nigga with clout Survival of the fittest so they split his wig no doubt Despite the stocking caps he noticed the same cat, who used to give him doe and taught him, to use the same gat Supposed to be an Uncle,fam and all that He could tell it was him 'cause he wore the same slacks, he wore when he took him to Meadowlands racetrack Why did he flip and go out like that? It's called betrayal Hook Verse 2: Scarface A Betrayal Punk ass niggas It's called betrayal He on a mission to become a ball player Flip big Benz's, flossin all gators Had it all mapped out,6-8,12th grader Fresh outta school, he fin' to go lay paper He had abrother who was hustlin collectin his change Never let his baby brother stick his neck in the game Told him all he had to do is just enjoy the ride And he ain't have to worry about money cause that's in time So now he's pacin as the time moves slowly Can't wait to face Shaquille in the paint and school Kobe Kept his grades and stayed up under naighborhood functions And then a group of knuckleheads came through dumpin So now he's sittin on the sidewalk bleedin Fell into a puddle of his own blood and stopped breathin And everybody in the neighborhood still grievin But destiny caught up with his ass and he got even And all the cryin in the world ain't goin to bring him back his brother, sittin at the wake wipin tears from his mother's eyes Why'd the game have to go and take the young boys life Only the wicked live shife, payin the price while he's starin at the shell his brothers soul wants hell the trigger man made bail and you, wouldn't pay the boys mail, and sacrificed the fuckin family That's betrayal Betrayal(echoes) |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Intro(phone conversation):
Yo what up son? -Yo what up kid? Yo, you holdin your head up? -I'm tryin to man, but the system is shady Word man they always man, they always tryin to keep a good brother down, but I'm sayin We still, you know we got love for you son and we prayin for you and we, you know we tryin to hold it down wh you know while you in there man -No question Hopefully they won't keep you in there for too long -Yeah, for real, I sure love be out in a minute, you know? -But you know what I want you to kid? You know what would -be the bomb man? What's that? -You need to do some shit with Face man -Bomb on niggaz, be shady man Scarface? -Yeah man Yo that's my nigga, yaknowwhaImean -Scarface is tight son Yo that's a good idea word is bond I'm gonna talk the play in tomorrow(yeah) and see about if we could hook up wit him -That's proper Hook: Guru Scandalous, money greed and lust In this trife life, there ain't nobody you can trust Plus there's no justice, it's just us In fact, watchin' yo back it be must And each and everyday around the way gats bust And jealous so-called friends'll try to set you up It's called betrayal Verse 1: Guru Check the horror scene The kid was like twelve or thirteen Never had the chance like other kids to follow dreams Watched his father catch two in the dome and to the spleen Nothin' but blood everywhere, these streets are mean They spared his life, but killed his moms and his sister Jean Of course over some drug shit Hi spops was on some ill-out, spill your guts, on some thug shit Didn't know his boys was on some shady ass no love shit His pops got played out though, with silencers they laid him out yo Took his stash and all the cash and left 'em, tied up on the couch yo With tape over his mouth, so he couldn't cry out cause his dad was the nigga with clout Survival of the fittest so they split his wig no doubt Despite the stocking caps he noticed the same cat, who used to give him doe and taught him, to use the same gat Supposed to be an Uncle,fam and all that He could tell it was him 'cause he wore the same slacks, he wore when he took him to Meadowlands racetrack Why did he flip and go out like that? It's called betrayal Hook Verse 2: Scarface A Betrayal Punk ass niggas It's called betrayal He on a mission to become a ball player Flip big Benz's, flossin all gators Had it all mapped out,6-8,12th grader Fresh outta school, he fin' to go lay paper He had abrother who was hustlin collectin his change Never let his baby brother stick his neck in the game Told him all he had to do is just enjoy the ride And he ain't have to worry about money cause that's in time So now he's pacin as the time moves slowly Can't wait to face Shaquille in the paint and school Kobe Kept his grades and stayed up under naighborhood functions And then a group of knuckleheads came through dumpin So now he's sittin on the sidewalk bleedin Fell into a puddle of his own blood and stopped breathin And everybody in the neighborhood still grievin But destiny caught up with his ass and he got even And all the cryin in the world ain't goin to bring him back his brother, sittin at the wake wipin tears from his mother's eyes Why'd the game have to go and take the young boys life Only the wicked live shife, payin the price while he's starin at the shell his brothers soul wants hell the trigger man made bail and you, wouldn't pay the boys mail, and sacrificed the fuckin family That's betrayal Betrayal(echoes) |
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from Gang Starr - Hard To Earn (1994)
Ah so now ya got me pissed off blast off lift off Time for me to twist off a vocal fist off into your domepiece Homepeace I heard your chick wants to bone me I get wild like rugby respected like Bugsy Don't even ask me cause I'm livin lovely Born to succeed foes bleed true indeed The oral combat will romp that your one of my seeds when I first busted on the scene Nigga you knew I had more than a gangsta lean I mean my lean is gangsta though so check it I'll stick an MC for his spot and sign in blood on his wack record Boo-ya-ka, to your face as I ruin ya Clown ya, dumbfound ya, while I'm screwin the fuck out cha girl as she steps into my world I'm not the tallest, but that ass I'll polish And if the hooker runs her mouth she gets cut off But then you'll sweat her, cause like my leather you're butter soft Your style stinks kid, ya garbage And if you keep talkin shit, I'ma make ya pay homage Cause the G to the U to the R-U, came too far to let you slide through, rhymes will scar you And who the fuck are you anyway? I catch more wreck in a minute than if you rhyme for ten days Throw the cash in the pot You betta dash nigga, cause I'm blowin up the spot "I'm bout to blow the fuck up" * Premier scratches * [Guru] No ex-capin the explosion, those who are dozin, I close in Set the thermostat at sub-zero, they're frozen Extreme temperatures from my mic, stuns amateurs Unable to conquer the Gang, I ain't mad at cha Peace to Jeru, the Big Shug and the Group Home Keepin it real, no playin niggaz or chrome I'm way past the kid shit, brothers already did shit You want some props? Yo dog, here's a biscuit I'm a smooth nigga and my groove's bigga, move nigga And we don't care who's wit cha, got the picture? And you don't wanna hear the burners go pop Gang Starr motherfucker, what, blowin up the spot "I'm bout to blow the fuck up" * Premier scratches * [Guru] I go from one format then switch to the next Reflex sets the pitch vocals rip through projects Crazy shouts are heard all around Cause the GangStarr sound carries more weight per pound I got some brand new Timbs, so emcees sing new hymns You betta repent, come correct, represent or get stomped, smacked and slapped, cap peeled back I got you open, and now you cling to my sac Get off, hands off, stay off, you're way off You rookie motherfuckers it's the finals not the playoffs I'll break you up into particles, to small pieces Because your brain is miniscule You little fool, come learn the tools of the trade I made the rules so go to school and get played Just when you're thinkin that your jam is hot Up steps the niggaz who be blowin up the spot |
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from Gang Starr - Hard To Earn (1994)
One two checka, get, down and dirty
and my sounds are worthy of respect So I'ma flex my text just like a, major takeover Chumps pass the mic over Growin more and more nervous when I serve this ass whoopin Comin straight out of Brooklyn, baldhead from the old school Born to rule with more class than Billy Dee To a pussy emcee, you know a wuss emcee I'm like his worst nightmare when I'm on my killin spree Pick the vic, who will it be? Your vote may hold the key It's up to you, tell us true Who'll be, herb of the day? And your fake, you break, when suckers choose, they lose I'm like lethal, to you and your people It's like an outrage, when punks step on stage with the weak show, weak flow, and still make dough So I'ma take dough from em, and then stum em Teach em how to really get biz like this Me and my Gang's gonna swarm... Brainstorm It takes at least, two to tango, so you can get strangled from any angle, as I get buck on ducks All the, sexy girlies wanna push up close to The man with the most who don't flaunt his ego Some motherfuckers ain't as gifted Not everyone can move the crowd and uplift it I'm swift with the shit like a bullet's trajectory So don't stand next to me It's like a, warm sensation when my shells hit You were wrong, you know what you did so you fell quick to the pavement, no signs of body movement See I knew it, yo I had to do it And it's, cool to duel but don't slip up fool cause I'ma leave you dead and stinkin like a sesspool And all the chicks know what's goin on Cause baby, there ain't no sunshine when I'm gone And you can beg for me to stay and parlay But sorry, I gots to go, got bills to pay See by nature I'm godly When I touch the mic, it's never too hard for me to let out, a mastermind of mad clout Huh, me and my Gang's gonna swarm... Brainstorm I'm gonna get ya You might be bigger than me, so I'ma wet ya Come into your house to douse it with the malatov cocktail, I won't fail Burn out your eyeballs, and leave a note in braille So what the fuck you gonna do? Yea I know I used to act relaxed but now I'm cuckoo Come into my darkest deepest thoughts We fought I won, and now you're caught and bein tortured Water pellets dripped upon your forehead but you can't move, because you're tied up Your time's up... |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
A special guest ??"It's the militia... It's the militia"
This is a conquest, so I suggest you take a rest Or keep a breath, but definitely keep a vest on that chest Rymes I'm packin, just like a thug at a car-jackin' Shoot off your hat when I start cappin, this is no actin G-A-N-G, S-T-A double R And you don't want no trouble up in here, baby pa From the late-night drama, of the New York streets To the hoods of LA, real niggas likin Primo's beats Put suckers on glass, send em, back to class And kick hot shit, so we can stack the Johnny Cash I brought the God, Rakim, lyrically gunning you wanna dash? I got Dub C, from South C, what you doubt me? Travellin through warzones with my infrared microphone In the year One Mill, destroying, enemies chromozones Words burn through flesh, leavin nothing but skeletal You best pay resepect to the legends, boy I'm tellin you, Militia The illest--Realest--Representin Bringin the rukkus--Let it be known The illest--Realest--Word up It's The Militia The illest--Realest--Representin Bringin the rukkus--Let it be known The illest--Realest--Word up It's The Militia Makin a move, makin a move, who's that nigga thats makin a move? It's the Shadiest rhymin'-back, actin' a motherfucking fool Four-four packers, my jackets ?hittin the tag? saggin, baggin Foot on my rag, mess up a bag, leavin my enemies in bodybags You niggas was crackin, what y'all thought it wasn't gon' happen? Dub C and my East Coast sisters gettin together rappin Gun-clappin, chump smackin, kiss the ring of your highness Look while I'm in New York City, walkin with two of the Brooklyn's finest My two affiliates from the East we all bang But if y'all don't mind, this is still Westside Connec' Gang Dress-code the same, just new pieces on my neck East Coast brownies, house shoes, and hair nets Y'all can't see this, so peep the sister G is pushin a Six As I freak this, caviar GangStarr Militia remix It's Dub C the jankiest loc', I'm runnin this here With the Guru and New York's hardest, DJ Premier, Militia The illest--Realest--Representin Bringin the rukkus--Let it be known The illest--Realest--Word up It's The Militia The illest--Realest--Representin Bringin the rukkus--Let it be known The illest--Realest--Word up It's The Militia Yo, it's The Master, mister, Musical Massacre Passion for disaster, paragraph ambassador R get the red carpet, just call me on Corner the market like the mic's last name was Corleone The facade killer, come through your city like Godzilla Think of the sickest thing you ever seen, Ra's iller My vision's vicious, suspect suspicious Plans is ambitious, my motive's malicious No interferin, if you ain't down, you got to swearin And these cats they ain't carin, habitat awarin Crack appearin, from out the track that I'm hearin It's either that, or I'm going back to racketeering Yo, you should see me, I got a crew like Mussolini But Kool as Moe Dee, my flow be, smooth and easy For turnin ?area centers? to wilers, you get the picture? Rakim is, the minist', with malice, Militia GangStarr, The R, Dub C, baby pa. Straight up, check it out |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
A special guest ??"It's the militia... It's the militia"
This is a conquest, so I suggest you take a rest Or keep a breath, but definitely keep a vest on that chest Rymes I'm packin, just like a thug at a car-jackin' Shoot off your hat when I start cappin, this is no actin G-A-N-G, S-T-A double R And you don't want no trouble up in here, baby pa From the late-night drama, of the New York streets To the hoods of LA, real niggas likin Primo's beats Put suckers on glass, send em, back to class And kick hot shit, so we can stack the Johnny Cash I brought the God, Rakim, lyrically gunning you wanna dash? I got Dub C, from South C, what you doubt me? Travellin through warzones with my infrared microphone In the year One Mill, destroying, enemies chromozones Words burn through flesh, leavin nothing but skeletal You best pay resepect to the legends, boy I'm tellin you, Militia The illest--Realest--Representin Bringin the rukkus--Let it be known The illest--Realest--Word up It's The Militia The illest--Realest--Representin Bringin the rukkus--Let it be known The illest--Realest--Word up It's The Militia Makin a move, makin a move, who's that nigga thats makin a move? It's the Shadiest rhymin'-back, actin' a motherfucking fool Four-four packers, my jackets ?hittin the tag? saggin, baggin Foot on my rag, mess up a bag, leavin my enemies in bodybags You niggas was crackin, what y'all thought it wasn't gon' happen? Dub C and my East Coast sisters gettin together rappin Gun-clappin, chump smackin, kiss the ring of your highness Look while I'm in New York City, walkin with two of the Brooklyn's finest My two affiliates from the East we all bang But if y'all don't mind, this is still Westside Connec' Gang Dress-code the same, just new pieces on my neck East Coast brownies, house shoes, and hair nets Y'all can't see this, so peep the sister G is pushin a Six As I freak this, caviar GangStarr Militia remix It's Dub C the jankiest loc', I'm runnin this here With the Guru and New York's hardest, DJ Premier, Militia The illest--Realest--Representin Bringin the rukkus--Let it be known The illest--Realest--Word up It's The Militia The illest--Realest--Representin Bringin the rukkus--Let it be known The illest--Realest--Word up It's The Militia Yo, it's The Master, mister, Musical Massacre Passion for disaster, paragraph ambassador R get the red carpet, just call me on Corner the market like the mic's last name was Corleone The facade killer, come through your city like Godzilla Think of the sickest thing you ever seen, Ra's iller My vision's vicious, suspect suspicious Plans is ambitious, my motive's malicious No interferin, if you ain't down, you got to swearin And these cats they ain't carin, habitat awarin Crack appearin, from out the track that I'm hearin It's either that, or I'm going back to racketeering Yo, you should see me, I got a crew like Mussolini But Kool as Moe Dee, my flow be, smooth and easy For turnin ?area centers? to wilers, you get the picture? Rakim is, the minist', with malice, Militia GangStarr, The R, Dub C, baby pa. Straight up, check it out |
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from Gang Starr - Hard To Earn (1994)
Take this for example young brothers want rep
Cause in the life they're living, you can't half step It starts with the young ones doing crime for fun And if you ain't down, you'll get played out son So let's get a car, you know, a fly whip Get a dent, pull a screwdriver, and be off quick With a dope ride, yeah, and a rowdy crew We can bag us a Benz and an Audi, too Even a jeep or a van, goddamn, we're getting ours, yo Take a trip up the strip, and be like stars so It doesn't matter if the cops be scoping They can't do jack, that's why a young brother's open To do anything, anywhere, anyplace Buckwild in another court case It's the code of the streets They might say we're a menace to society But at the same time I say "Why is it me?" Am I the target, for destruction? What about the system, and total corruption? I can't work at no fast-food joint I got some talent, so don't you get my point? I'll organize some brothers and get some crazy loot Selling D-R-U-G-S and clocking dollars, troop Cause the phat dough, yo, that suits me fine I gotta have it so I can leave behind The mad poverty, never having always needing If a sucker steps up, then I leave him bleeding I gotta get mine, I can't take no shorts And while I'm selling, here's a flash report Organized crime, they get theirs on the down low Here's the ticket, wanna bet on a horse show? You gotta be a pro, do what you know When you're dealing with the code of the streets Nine times out of ten I win, with the skills I be weilding Got the tec one dealing, let me express my feelings Guru has never been one to play a big shot It's just the styles I got that keep my mic hot Anf fuck turning my back to the street scene It gives me energy, so Imma keep fiends Coming, just to get what I'm selling Maybe criminal or felon dropping gems on your melon So keep abreast to the GangStarr conquest Underground ruffnecks, pounds of respect I've never been afraid to let loose my speech My brothers know I kick the code of the streets |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Take this for example young brothers want rep
Cause in the life they're living, you can't half step It starts with the young ones doing crime for fun And if you ain't down, you'll get played out son So let's get a car, you know, a fly whip Get a dent, pull a screwdriver, and be off quick With a dope ride, yeah, and a rowdy crew We can bag us a Benz and an Audi, too Even a jeep or a van, goddamn, we're getting ours, yo Take a trip up the strip, and be like stars so It doesn't matter if the cops be scoping They can't do jack, that's why a young brother's open To do anything, anywhere, anyplace Buckwild in another court case It's the code of the streets They might say we're a menace to society But at the same time I say "Why is it me?" Am I the target, for destruction? What about the system, and total corruption? I can't work at no fast-food joint I got some talent, so don't you get my point? I'll organize some brothers and get some crazy loot Selling D-R-U-G-S and clocking dollars, troop Cause the phat dough, yo, that suits me fine I gotta have it so I can leave behind The mad poverty, never having always needing If a sucker steps up, then I leave him bleeding I gotta get mine, I can't take no shorts And while I'm selling, here's a flash report Organized crime, they get theirs on the down low Here's the ticket, wanna bet on a horse show? You gotta be a pro, do what you know When you're dealing with the code of the streets Nine times out of ten I win, with the skills I be weilding Got the tec one dealing, let me express my feelings Guru has never been one to play a big shot It's just the styles I got that keep my mic hot Anf fuck turning my back to the street scene It gives me energy, so Imma keep fiends Coming, just to get what I'm selling Maybe criminal or felon dropping gems on your melon So keep abreast to the GangStarr conquest Underground ruffnecks, pounds of respect I've never been afraid to let loose my speech My brothers know I kick the code of the streets |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Take this for example young brothers want rep
Cause in the life they're living, you can't half step It starts with the young ones doing crime for fun And if you ain't down, you'll get played out son So let's get a car, you know, a fly whip Get a dent, pull a screwdriver, and be off quick With a dope ride, yeah, and a rowdy crew We can bag us a Benz and an Audi, too Even a jeep or a van, goddamn, we're getting ours, yo Take a trip up the strip, and be like stars so It doesn't matter if the cops be scoping They can't do jack, that's why a young brother's open To do anything, anywhere, anyplace Buckwild in another court case It's the code of the streets They might say we're a menace to society But at the same time I say "Why is it me?" Am I the target, for destruction? What about the system, and total corruption? I can't work at no fast-food joint I got some talent, so don't you get my point? I'll organize some brothers and get some crazy loot Selling D-R-U-G-S and clocking dollars, troop Cause the phat dough, yo, that suits me fine I gotta have it so I can leave behind The mad poverty, never having always needing If a sucker steps up, then I leave him bleeding I gotta get mine, I can't take no shorts And while I'm selling, here's a flash report Organized crime, they get theirs on the down low Here's the ticket, wanna bet on a horse show? You gotta be a pro, do what you know When you're dealing with the code of the streets Nine times out of ten I win, with the skills I be weilding Got the tec one dealing, let me express my feelings Guru has never been one to play a big shot It's just the styles I got that keep my mic hot Anf fuck turning my back to the street scene It gives me energy, so Imma keep fiends Coming, just to get what I'm selling Maybe criminal or felon dropping gems on your melon So keep abreast to the GangStarr conquest Underground ruffnecks, pounds of respect I've never been afraid to let loose my speech My brothers know I kick the code of the streets |
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from Freedom Writers (프리덤 라이터스) by Mark Isham [ost] (2007)
Take this for example young brothers want rep
Cause in the life they're living, you can't half step It starts with the young ones doing crime for fun And if you ain't down, you'll get played out son So let's get a car, you know, a fly whip Get a dent, pull a screwdriver, and be off quick With a dope ride, yeah, and a rowdy crew We can bag us a Benz and an Audi, too Even a jeep or a van, goddamn, we're getting ours, yo Take a trip up the strip, and be like stars so It doesn't matter if the cops be scoping They can't do jack, that's why a young brother's open To do anything, anywhere, anyplace Buckwild in another court case It's the code of the streets They might say we're a menace to society But at the same time I say "Why is it me?" Am I the target, for destruction? What about the system, and total corruption? I can't work at no fast-food joint I got some talent, so don't you get my point? I'll organize some brothers and get some crazy loot Selling D-R-U-G-S and clocking dollars, troop Cause the phat dough, yo, that suits me fine I gotta have it so I can leave behind The mad poverty, never having always needing If a sucker steps up, then I leave him bleeding I gotta get mine, I can't take no shorts And while I'm selling, here's a flash report Organized crime, they get theirs on the down low Here's the ticket, wanna bet on a horse show? You gotta be a pro, do what you know When you're dealing with the code of the streets Nine times out of ten I win, with the skills I be weilding Got the tec one dealing, let me express my feelings Guru has never been one to play a big shot It's just the styles I got that keep my mic hot Anf fuck turning my back to the street scene It gives me energy, so Imma keep fiends Coming, just to get what I'm selling Maybe criminal or felon dropping gems on your melon So keep abreast to the GangStarr conquest Underground ruffnecks, pounds of respect I've never been afraid to let loose my speech My brothers know I kick the code of the streets |
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from Gang Starr - Hard To Earn (1994)
I hit the chicks with the nice round heinies
Play a hoe like a hoe, play a sucka like stymied Try me, and you'll descend into your end Never thought it could be you well think again my friend My pen illuminates, and dooms the fakes You're soon to break, you're strawberry like shortcake I'm in that ass with my Timbs all day You couldn't tarnish my rep, so you crept away Just behave and be a good son--or else I'm bringin the noise cause most emcees are puns I used to chill in roxbury now i'm comin outta brooklyn Herb niggaz are assed out, y'all get tooken Or taken, and that's word to all rude bwoy jamaican I swing bitch, yes i'm crankin Just like an alpine, a deadly rhyme, brand spankin new Pumped to put some lead in your crew A hollow point shot, cause your weak shallow point's Not hittin -- should've gave up from the beginning But since you're bluffin with your tape that's trash Tell your peeps that we comin for datazz "here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" Whose that lurkin in the dark with the hoodie strapped; Puffin on a blizz, mellow meditatin black? I ain't impressed cause the rest they fess Sometimes i wanna flip, clap a hole in they chest But i lay back, as i prepare for the payback And drop the master rhymes with the mad crew from wayback I stay back, i watch, the whole job, you botched Couldn't maintain, it's like your brain just stopped But the gang is on the prowl kid like lector Paint a logo with your blood so you niggaz remember The chain and the star, mysticle and never typical The average rap group, ain't even equipped to go head up, I'm dead up, you ducks could never last You fakin jacks, we comin for datazz "Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" I heard some hardheaded punks wanna see me Jealous of a nigga just because he's on TV You know the video shows that you be watchin Call up and request so you can see it more often My persona sheds more light than a nova Cause niggaz are soldier, yo this war, it ain't over And ain't no stopping like McFadden and Whitehead You might get dead, fuckin around like you do Pursue the knowledge that's available Before your chump-style game and your punk friends fail you Gonna dissect your brain for a minute Look at your puny ass world and what's in it Nothin, that's how long you've been frontin I figured by now that you've come up with somethin But you're still the same snake with my name on your mouth Wanna know what I'm doin, wanna know why I shine? Cause I'm the rebirth, so now you gotta see me first I kick more facts than paperbacks for research and knees hurt, next you feel em bucklin The huge pussy look on your face reveals the sucker inside of ya, because I checked the way you're ridin the jimsome, better sing more than a hymn son Never sustain the true pain of my wisdom Never be able to touch GangStarr True indeed, I believe in takin my words far Across the seas and deserts, through the trees and grass And if you ain't on point, then we comin for datazz "Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Now I'm about to get funky..
to somethin that Premier plays Funky.. we gonna do it this way I'm gettin funky.. to somethin that Premier plays I'm the Guru and we'll do it this way Now give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due Now give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due I'm heated up, cause I'm seein folks that are so phony They didn't know me when I was broke and I was lonely Only a few came to check me, so they come first.. .. and yo our people come next G We'd go to a club, the Milky Way or the Payday The outlaw spots, where the music was real hot And you wasn't there, when the underrated, real MC's came equipped.. and used to kick slick lyrics All live, without no lipsync To a dope crate, building skills from instinct I'm tired of people, gettin all excited I'm not trippin on just a thing, but I'm delighted to let you know, that some others be flim-flammin I'll let you know, that all this time, we been jammin So give up the props Hobbes, jealousy's a flaw If the next man deserves it, earns it, it should be law So let him pass right through Because you got to give the credit y'all where it is due You know you got to give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due Give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due Some of the dopest MC's don't really get enough light Cause their record companies don't really market them right Most of the people signin acts, they ain't from the street Cause yo they come from the sweet.. .. soft section of town While they be sweatin and pretendin that they know a real rap sound But I know some guys, and some ladies, that can fill those spots mate to promote the real greats and educate, and get it straight And mobilizin the imitators, exposin the explosive core I hope to explore galaxies of remedies for your wack rap sickness as I convey relay, mack rap quickness In this business, I witness trickyness Some MC's are into stickyness But I'm sayin this, from experience, I'm furious I didn't get this far overnight, and there's nothin like the real thing, the real swing right? (real swing right?) ("On and on.." -) Biz) I'm takin things that are true So won't you give the credit y'all where it is due So yo I'm fed, cause people like to talk too much They're misled, and yo they like to sqwak too much But let me tell you baby you can't front on this twenty-four track mix, with the deep-ass kick The objective, is to surely demolish the chances of the wack takin all the dollars Support the brothers who are truly gifted This way, the odds, could never be shifted Like my man, you know he works real hard He's good at what he does and now he lives real large So why envy him, or anyone in his crew Just sit back and give the credit y'all where it is due Give the credit.. where it's due Give the credit y'all.. where it is due Give the credit.. where it's due Just give the credit y'all.. where it is due |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Now I'm about to get funky..
to somethin that Premier plays Funky.. we gonna do it this way I'm gettin funky.. to somethin that Premier plays I'm the Guru and we'll do it this way Now give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due Now give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due I'm heated up, cause I'm seein folks that are so phony They didn't know me when I was broke and I was lonely Only a few came to check me, so they come first.. .. and yo our people come next G We'd go to a club, the Milky Way or the Payday The outlaw spots, where the music was real hot And you wasn't there, when the underrated, real MC's came equipped.. and used to kick slick lyrics All live, without no lipsync To a dope crate, building skills from instinct I'm tired of people, gettin all excited I'm not trippin on just a thing, but I'm delighted to let you know, that some others be flim-flammin I'll let you know, that all this time, we been jammin So give up the props Hobbes, jealousy's a flaw If the next man deserves it, earns it, it should be law So let him pass right through Because you got to give the credit y'all where it is due You know you got to give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due Give the credit.. where it is due Give the credit y'all.. where it's due Some of the dopest MC's don't really get enough light Cause their record companies don't really market them right Most of the people signin acts, they ain't from the street Cause yo they come from the sweet.. .. soft section of town While they be sweatin and pretendin that they know a real rap sound But I know some guys, and some ladies, that can fill those spots mate to promote the real greats and educate, and get it straight And mobilizin the imitators, exposin the explosive core I hope to explore galaxies of remedies for your wack rap sickness as I convey relay, mack rap quickness In this business, I witness trickyness Some MC's are into stickyness But I'm sayin this, from experience, I'm furious I didn't get this far overnight, and there's nothin like the real thing, the real swing right? (real swing right?) ("On and on.." -) Biz) I'm takin things that are true So won't you give the credit y'all where it is due So yo I'm fed, cause people like to talk too much They're misled, and yo they like to sqwak too much But let me tell you baby you can't front on this twenty-four track mix, with the deep-ass kick The objective, is to surely demolish the chances of the wack takin all the dollars Support the brothers who are truly gifted This way, the odds, could never be shifted Like my man, you know he works real hard He's good at what he does and now he lives real large So why envy him, or anyone in his crew Just sit back and give the credit y'all where it is due Give the credit.. where it's due Give the credit y'all.. where it is due Give the credit.. where it's due Just give the credit y'all.. where it is due |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
[Guru] Yeah, bout to talk about some serious shit Deadly habits, you know everybody's got 'em Just that some niggaz try to front, try to cover shit up But fuck that, I be wylin sometimes - you know why? Cause suckers be thinkin that shit is sweet Niggaz be thinkin that rap niggaz ain't real, haha Yeah well that's aight, that's aight Let 'em think what they want [Verse One: Guru] Yo I'm steady at it, them deadly habits I pray for the best outcome son, but my dome's already shattered By the shit that's occurred Drivin home tipsy from the club, puffin herb, vision blurred Thinkin bout them niggaz who caught the drop Who I gotta stop, who he caught, and who still gotta get popped Stash box, feelin like Fish in "King of New York" Wifey do her thing for the God, she don't be bringin me pork Cause there's enough deadly shit a brother be facin Up in V.I.P., niggaz drinks they be lacin Got a nigga sweatin pacin, not ready to fall the fuck up But ready to pull out, and back 'em all the fuck out And my guardian angel, is always there to protect And my supreme nature, keeps all them savages in check How the hell did everything get so twisted They say be careful what you pray for, so I guess now it's this shit [Chorus: Guru] They will never know - what I do to get by And them many times I almost died They will never know - all the reasons why I flip And now I gotta keep an extra clip They will never know - what this stress is like And why I'm on point, ready to fight They will never know - all the pressure and pain Don't give a fuck if they think less of me mayne [Verse Two: Guru] Deadly habits, they could be a number of |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
[Guru]
Yeah, bout to talk about some serious shit Deadly habits, you know everybody's got 'em Just that some niggaz try to front, try to cover shit up But fuck that, I be wylin sometimes - you know why? Cause suckers be thinkin that shit is sweet Niggaz be thinkin that rap niggaz ain't real, haha Yeah well that's aight, that's aight Let 'em think what they want [Verse One: Guru] Yo I'm steady at it, them deadly habits I pray for the best outcome son, but my dome's already shattered By the shit that's occurred Drivin home tipsy from the club, puffin herb, vision blurred Thinkin bout them niggaz who caught the drop Who I gotta stop, who he caught, and who still gotta get popped Stash box, feelin like Fish in "King of New York" Wifey do her thing for the God, she don't be bringin me pork Cause there's enough deadly shit a brother be facin Up in V.I.P., niggaz drinks they be lacin Got a nigga sweatin pacin, not ready to fall the fuck up But ready to pull out, and back 'em all the fuck out And my guardian angel, is always there to protect And my supreme nature, keeps all them savages in check How the hell did everything get so twisted They say be careful what you pray for, so I guess now it's this shit [Chorus: Guru] They will never know - what I do to get by And them many times I almost died They will never know - all the reasons why I flip And now I gotta keep an extra clip They will never know - what this stress is like And why I'm on point, ready to fight They will never know - all the pressure and pain Don't give a fuck if they think less of me mayne [Verse Two: Guru] Deadly habits, they could be a number of |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Yo, just because I want to, it don't mean I will And just because I'm angry, it don't mean I'd kill And just because she looks good, it don't mean I'd hit it And just because I'm horny, it don't mean i'm widdit Just because I make records, don't mean that I'm gassed And just because I'm rapping, don't mean I chase ass Just because I'm whylin, don't mean I can't stop I got discipline baby and I use it a lot People here's something that you should be considerin Things could turn bitter when, you don't use discipline You might wake up the next day upset and in fear Buggin out, yapping bout, "How the fuck did i get here? Who the hell is this stranger, starin all in my face?" Now you wish you hadn't positioned yourself in that place Think just in case you should took more precaution A good time can become a nightmare so often Like this nigga I know, that met these chicks on tour They rocked him to sleep, robbed his ass for cash galore Skated off in the night, without a trace or a hint Scheamin tantalizin him, dressed up in lace and shit Caught that kid out there, all high and dumbfounded Made him think he was gettin some pussy He just knew he was gonna pound it Situations like this, will make you think twice That's why instead of preaching death in my songs, I breathe life CHORUS: (TOTAL) Baby won't you take the time (take the time) Let me know what's on your mind (on your mind) Just because I'm yours don't make it right (don't make it right) Baby won't you take the time (bay-bee...) Let me know what's on your mind (I'm waiting..) Slow down baby, now let's make it right (on your love..) (I like you..) (GURU) Tycoon thug, he made me a ten thousand dollar investment Now he's not to be messed with, make the girls get undressed quick He's on some big muscled chest shit, posted by the exit That's my man, he's the owner, yeah he be on some next shit Said we'd make a few million by the next millenium Told me to keep dropping jewels like a triggerman, puttin lead in him Like Flavor said, I tell these hoes to kill the noise You know your pops told you, watch them New York boys All night, the ladies be like up in my mug Tranquilin and trance dancin up in my drug Fly honies, they hold me down like always The same cat that used to get blunted down in the hallways I love the cutie pies, never the zootie pies I got discipline, I want the crew to rise Situations like this'll make you think twice Instead on preachin death in my songs, I breathe life CHORUS (GURU) Ladies, here's somethin that we should be considerin Things could get bitter when, you don't use discipline Imaginin yourself livin lavish and plush Hangin with the cat whose spendin cabbage and buyin stuff However don't be clever with your endeavor And don't let too many men receive your treasure Most cats be thinkin with they bozack I admit in the past I was tryin to break these hoes backs Escape, without givin up a dime You know them fly ladies had a good fuckin time Coppin me some Timberland with a jacket to match it Girls nowadays wanna pigeon for chicken scratch And I ain't givin up nathan Long as my game expands, it's my discipline to hate 'em Situations like this, will make you think twice That's why instead of preachin death, I breathe life And just because I want to, it don't mean I will And just because I'm angry, it don't mean I'd kill And just because she looks good, it don't mean I'd hit it And just because I'm horny, it don't mean I'm widdit Just because I make records, don't mean that I'm gassed And just because I'm rapping, don't mean I chase ass And just because I'm whylin, don't mean I can't stop I got discipline baby, whether you do or not CHORUS |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Yo, just because I want to, it don't mean I will And just because I'm angry, it don't mean I'd kill And just because she looks good, it don't mean I'd hit it And just because I'm horny, it don't mean i'm widdit Just because I make records, don't mean that I'm gassed And just because I'm rapping, don't mean I chase ass Just because I'm whylin, don't mean I can't stop I got discipline baby and I use it a lot People here's something that you should be considerin Things could turn bitter when, you don't use discipline You might wake up the next day upset and in fear Buggin out, yapping bout, "How the fuck did i get here? Who the hell is this stranger, starin all in my face?" Now you wish you hadn't positioned yourself in that place Think just in case you should took more precaution A good time can become a nightmare so often Like this nigga I know, that met these chicks on tour They rocked him to sleep, robbed his ass for cash galore Skated off in the night, without a trace or a hint Scheamin tantalizin him, dressed up in lace and shit Caught that kid out there, all high and dumbfounded Made him think he was gettin some pussy He just knew he was gonna pound it Situations like this, will make you think twice That's why instead of preaching death in my songs, I breathe life CHORUS: (TOTAL) Baby won't you take the time (take the time) Let me know what's on your mind (on your mind) Just because I'm yours don't make it right (don't make it right) Baby won't you take the time (bay-bee...) Let me know what's on your mind (I'm waiting..) Slow down baby, now let's make it right (on your love..) (I like you..) (GURU) Tycoon thug, he made me a ten thousand dollar investment Now he's not to be messed with, make the girls get undressed quick He's on some big muscled chest shit, posted by the exit That's my man, he's the owner, yeah he be on some next shit Said we'd make a few million by the next millenium Told me to keep dropping jewels like a triggerman, puttin lead in him Like Flavor said, I tell these hoes to kill the noise You know your pops told you, watch them New York boys All night, the ladies be like up in my mug Tranquilin and trance dancin up in my drug Fly honies, they hold me down like always The same cat that used to get blunted down in the hallways I love the cutie pies, never the zootie pies I got discipline, I want the crew to rise Situations like this'll make you think twice Instead on preachin death in my songs, I breathe life CHORUS (GURU) Ladies, here's somethin that we should be considerin Things could get bitter when, you don't use discipline Imaginin yourself livin lavish and plush Hangin with the cat whose spendin cabbage and buyin stuff However don't be clever with your endeavor And don't let too many men receive your treasure Most cats be thinkin with they bozack I admit in the past I was tryin to break these hoes backs Escape, without givin up a dime You know them fly ladies had a good fuckin time Coppin me some Timberland with a jacket to match it Girls nowadays wanna pigeon for chicken scratch And I ain't givin up nathan Long as my game expands, it's my discipline to hate 'em Situations like this, will make you think twice That's why instead of preachin death, I breathe life And just because I want to, it don't mean I will And just because I'm angry, it don't mean I'd kill And just because she looks good, it don't mean I'd hit it And just because I'm horny, it don't mean I'm widdit Just because I make records, don't mean that I'm gassed And just because I'm rapping, don't mean I chase ass And just because I'm whylin, don't mean I can't stop I got discipline baby, whether you do or not CHORUS |
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from Gang Starr - Hard To Earn (1994)
Intro: Greg Nice Ah yeah, here's another Gangstarr sure shot, featuring the one and only, uh heh heh heh handly handly boy, Nice & Smooth, hey, hey, HEY, HEY!!!! Ganstarr has got to be da sure shot Nice & Smooth has got to be da sure shot (Repeat 2X) [Greg Nice] Greg Nice!!! Greg N-I-C-E Droppin dem basso, ah oui oui Rock for a fee, not for free Maybe I'll do it for charity Now my employer or my employee Is makin Greg N-I-C-E very M-A-D Don't ever ever think of jerkin me I work to hard for my royalty Put lead in ya ass and drink a cup of tea Peace to Red Alert and Kid Capri Ooohh la la ah oui oui, I say Muhammad Ali, ya say Cassius Clay I say butter you say Parkay It's alright if ya wanna make a sway I'm a way up town, took duece to the tre I originate, they duplicate I praise the lord and keep the faith It's alright keep bitin at da bait '92, uh!!, one year later Peace out Premier take me out wit da fader [Premier scratches and hooks] [Guru] I chant eenie meenie, minie moe I wreck da mic like a pimp pimps hoes Here's how it goes I am a genius I mean this I shake this you'll take this I'm kinda fiendish You wish that you could come into my neighborhood Meaning my mental state Still I'm 5 foot 8 Crazy as I wanna be Cause I make it orderly You could say I'm sorta da boss so get lost The brotha dat will make you change opinions Dominions I'm in them when it's time to kick shit from The heart, plus I get a piece of the action I'm feelin satisfaction from the street crowd reaction Chumps pull guns when they feel afraid, too late When they dip in the kick they get sprayed Lemonade was a popular drink and in still is I get more props den stunts den Bruce Willis A poet like Langston Hughes and can't lose when I cruise Out on the expressway Leavin the Bodega I say "suave" Premier's got more beats den barns got hay Clips are inserted into my gun So I can take the money, neva have ta run [Premier scratches and hooks] [Smooth B] I left my Phillie at home Do you have another? I wanna get blunted my brother Now may I make a mark Then make a spark over this phat track Or should I say dope beat Subtract, delete All of the wick wack that wanna be abstract But they lack the new knack that's comin from way way back Hey yo Premier, please pass that buddha sack You hear we quit? No way, bullshit I told ya before we come back wit more hits I provide bright flava, so you could sketch me Do me a favor, dont try and catch me Slightly ahead of the game, I'm not a lame Ask him, he'll tell you the same he knows my name Smooth, I drop jewels like, paraphenalia I'm infallable, not into failure Like a rhinocerus, my speed is prosperous And pure knowledge expands from my esophagus I write here tonite to bring truth to the light My dialogue is my own cause Smooth B will neva bite [Premier scratches and hooks] |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Intro: Greg Nice Ah yeah, here's another Gangstarr sure shot, featuring the one and only, uh heh heh heh handly handly boy, Nice & Smooth, hey, hey, HEY, HEY!!!! Ganstarr has got to be da sure shot Nice & Smooth has got to be da sure shot (Repeat 2X) [Greg Nice] Greg Nice!!! Greg N-I-C-E Droppin dem basso, ah oui oui Rock for a fee, not for free Maybe I'll do it for charity Now my employer or my employee Is makin Greg N-I-C-E very M-A-D Don't ever ever think of jerkin me I work to hard for my royalty Put lead in ya ass and drink a cup of tea Peace to Red Alert and Kid Capri Ooohh la la ah oui oui, I say Muhammad Ali, ya say Cassius Clay I say butter you say Parkay It's alright if ya wanna make a sway I'm a way up town, took duece to the tre I originate, they duplicate I praise the lord and keep the faith It's alright keep bitin at da bait '92, uh!!, one year later Peace out Premier take me out wit da fader [Premier scratches and hooks] [Guru] I chant eenie meenie, minie moe I wreck da mic like a pimp pimps hoes Here's how it goes I am a genius I mean this I shake this you'll take this I'm kinda fiendish You wish that you could come into my neighborhood Meaning my mental state Still I'm 5 foot 8 Crazy as I wanna be Cause I make it orderly You could say I'm sorta da boss so get lost The brotha dat will make you change opinions Dominions I'm in them when it's time to kick shit from The heart, plus I get a piece of the action I'm feelin satisfaction from the street crowd reaction Chumps pull guns when they feel afraid, too late When they dip in the kick they get sprayed Lemonade was a popular drink and in still is I get more props den stunts den Bruce Willis A poet like Langston Hughes and can't lose when I cruise Out on the expressway Leavin the Bodega I say "suave" Premier's got more beats den barns got hay Clips are inserted into my gun So I can take the money, neva have ta run [Premier scratches and hooks] [Smooth B] I left my Phillie at home Do you have another? I wanna get blunted my brother Now may I make a mark Then make a spark over this phat track Or should I say dope beat Subtract, delete All of the wick wack that wanna be abstract But they lack the new knack that's comin from way way back Hey yo Premier, please pass that buddha sack You hear we quit? No way, bullshit I told ya before we come back wit more hits I provide bright flava, so you could sketch me Do me a favor, dont try and catch me Slightly ahead of the game, I'm not a lame Ask him, he'll tell you the same he knows my name Smooth, I drop jewels like, paraphenalia I'm infallable, not into failure Like a rhinocerus, my speed is prosperous And pure knowledge expands from my esophagus I write here tonite to bring truth to the light My dialogue is my own cause Smooth B will neva bite [Premier scratches and hooks] |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Intro: Greg Nice Ah yeah, here's another Gangstarr sure shot, featuring the one and only, uh heh heh heh handly handly boy, Nice & Smooth, hey, hey, HEY, HEY!!!! Ganstarr has got to be da sure shot Nice & Smooth has got to be da sure shot (Repeat 2X) [Greg Nice] Greg Nice!!! Greg N-I-C-E Droppin dem basso, ah oui oui Rock for a fee, not for free Maybe I'll do it for charity Now my employer or my employee Is makin Greg N-I-C-E very M-A-D Don't ever ever think of jerkin me I work to hard for my royalty Put lead in ya ass and drink a cup of tea Peace to Red Alert and Kid Capri Ooohh la la ah oui oui, I say Muhammad Ali, ya say Cassius Clay I say butter you say Parkay It's alright if ya wanna make a sway I'm a way up town, took duece to the tre I originate, they duplicate I praise the lord and keep the faith It's alright keep bitin at da bait '92, uh!!, one year later Peace out Premier take me out wit da fader [Premier scratches and hooks] [Guru] I chant eenie meenie, minie moe I wreck da mic like a pimp pimps hoes Here's how it goes I am a genius I mean this I shake this you'll take this I'm kinda fiendish You wish that you could come into my neighborhood Meaning my mental state Still I'm 5 foot 8 Crazy as I wanna be Cause I make it orderly You could say I'm sorta da boss so get lost The brotha dat will make you change opinions Dominions I'm in them when it's time to kick shit from The heart, plus I get a piece of the action I'm feelin satisfaction from the street crowd reaction Chumps pull guns when they feel afraid, too late When they dip in the kick they get sprayed Lemonade was a popular drink and in still is I get more props den stunts den Bruce Willis A poet like Langston Hughes and can't lose when I cruise Out on the expressway Leavin the Bodega I say "suave" Premier's got more beats den barns got hay Clips are inserted into my gun So I can take the money, neva have ta run [Premier scratches and hooks] [Smooth B] I left my Phillie at home Do you have another? I wanna get blunted my brother Now may I make a mark Then make a spark over this phat track Or should I say dope beat Subtract, delete All of the wick wack that wanna be abstract But they lack the new knack that's comin from way way back Hey yo Premier, please pass that buddha sack You hear we quit? No way, bullshit I told ya before we come back wit more hits I provide bright flava, so you could sketch me Do me a favor, dont try and catch me Slightly ahead of the game, I'm not a lame Ask him, he'll tell you the same he knows my name Smooth, I drop jewels like, paraphenalia I'm infallable, not into failure Like a rhinocerus, my speed is prosperous And pure knowledge expands from my esophagus I write here tonite to bring truth to the light My dialogue is my own cause Smooth B will neva bite [Premier scratches and hooks] |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
[Premier] Yeah L.B., Bryan Moier I miss you man rest in peace To Endeara Bishop Rest in peace little lady To Claira Stewart I love you Aunt Ploute To the coffe boy Arden Franklin Rest in peace Res My nigga Headquarters Head up eyes and ears open Word is bond! Jam Master J, Big L Big Lee, Flamboyant for life Aaliyah, Mad Mark Boogie down Bronx P. O., Left Eye [Guru] The emotions that one goes thourgh, over a loss of a loved one Or friend then, knowing the cost of rebuilding and carrying on It gets so damn hard in this modern day Babylon And disease runs rampant, so many men carry arm So many have a lonely painful road to travel on Mothers losing sons, improper use of guns Children go astray because their parents were abusive ones I used to run with the illest guys Thourgh the realest eyes I seen the realest and the illest die The cycle continues, so many times the good ones The young ones So many misunderstood ones Remembering their faces and voices And when the wise man said Life is full of choices Some get caught up, others are innocent victims All I know is they were close to us, and that we miss them * I'm not sure about any of these names * [Premier] Easy E , Big Pun Lil Bro, East New York Dorothy Clark, Sydney Clark Junior "Rest in peace" Clarence Elam, Charles Elam Omar Pitts, D. J. Threat Big Mellow, D. J. Screw Aunt Nettie "Rest in peace" Uncle Frank, Harold Guy Poetic, Gravediggaz Fred Jordan, Ted Dimmy G. B. Greg Box "Rest in peace" Taheim Cambell Watch over your big brother Bumpy Knucks Yeah! H |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
[Premier] Yeah L.B., Bryan Moier I miss you man rest in peace To Endeara Bishop Rest in peace little lady To Claira Stewart I love you Aunt Ploute To the coffe boy Arden Franklin Rest in peace Res My nigga Headquarters Head up eyes and ears open Word is bond! Jam Master J, Big L Big Lee, Flamboyant for life Aaliyah, Mad Mark Boogie down Bronx P. O., Left Eye [Guru] The emotions that one goes thourgh, over a loss of a loved one Or friend then, knowing the cost of rebuilding and carrying on It gets so damn hard in this modern day Babylon And disease runs rampant, so many men carry arm So many have a lonely painful road to travel on Mothers losing sons, improper use of guns Children go astray because their parents were abusive ones I used to run with the illest guys Thourgh the realest eyes I seen the realest and the illest die The cycle continues, so many times the good ones The young ones So many misunderstood ones Remembering their faces and voices And when the wise man said Life is full of choices Some get caught up, others are innocent victims All I know is they were close to us, and that we miss them * I'm not sure about any of these names * [Premier] Easy E , Big Pun Lil Bro, East New York Dorothy Clark, Sydney Clark Junior "Rest in peace" Clarence Elam, Charles Elam Omar Pitts, D. J. Threat Big Mellow, D. J. Screw Aunt Nettie "Rest in peace" Uncle Frank, Harold Guy Poetic, Gravediggaz Fred Jordan, Ted Dimmy G. B. Greg Box "Rest in peace" Taheim Cambell Watch over your big brother Bumpy Knucks Yeah! H |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Verse One
You know I used to be a player, fly girl layer and a heartbreaker, lovemaker, backbreaker but then I made a mistake yes I fell in love with this ill chick sweatin’ me for money, my name and the dilsnick my homeboys told me to drop her for it would be to my benefit she used to say I’d better quit hanging with those derelects romancing is my thing but I can’t swing with no scheming hoes wherever my beema goes you know that I’m driving surviving in the 90’s is a must so I trust that everyone listen up as my vocals give thrust I bust my rhymes first never chasing a skirt do much work while other suckas need more time to rehearse now back to the ex-girls, ex-lovers, ex-friends it made me mad to find that she was only after my ends she phones me and goes on about her new life now I wish she knew right now I think she’s busted let’s discuss it when I was with her no trust, just fights just the he-say-she-say and the neighborhood highlights bow I got my new girl or as I say my baby doll but I’m still gettin’ crazy calls, my ex-girl’s got balls don’t wanna play the field cuz I get lovin’ at home base don’t gimme no long face just exit with a grace you and I are the past, c’est la vie, much respect girl but now you’re my ex-girl cuz I’m on with the next girl Chorus Next <cuz girls look so good> Verse Two she had much loot liked to buy me fresh-dipped gear liked to have me near cuz of my svoir faire the time we shared was brief cuz I needed relief from her high-classed antics and all her conceit now she’s crying wolf and I like don’t wanna hear that I told her the bear facts when things started out she wines and she pouts about how I did her bad yo but she’d tried to buy me even tempt me with the hiney I fell for a sec cuz the clothes were real fly I could almost feel I would give into her whims her thoughts were erratic, sporadic, crazy in nature I told her hey look I can no longer date ya Tried to pimp with bank and fell short, your ship sank many thanks for the time and the watch and the link you and I are the past, c’est la vie, nuff respect girl but now you’re my ex-girl cuz I’m straight with the next girl Chorus Verse Three you saw my mom in the supermarket and gave her your number you asked how’s my sister then asked how’s my brother didn’t ask about my father cuz you know he ain’t like ya every time I left for your crib yo he’d really get hyper the advice he used to give me makes much sense now I can’t believe I used to let you break my confidence down you used to ask me why the hell did I wanna live in Brooklyn? you messed up my flow although you were good-lookin’ yes darlin’ was fly and this was the problem cuz back in the day she had me scheming and robbin’ to get her things to wear so when she went to the club all eyes were on her and me I just bugged caught in between felling proud and feeling more like a sucker had to go undercover, get away, find another been in Brooklyn 9 years and been around the world too I’ve seen so many fly girls and I knew just what to do I went from ex-girl to next took my time with each one and you know they still love me so stop jellin’ me hon went home to see mom and I saw you at the bus stop must I stop? nah I think not you and I are the past c’est la vie, much respect girl but now you’re my ex-girl & I’m out with the next girl out... Chorus |
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from Gang Starr - Hard To Earn (1994)
Fuck Around, Lay Around, do or die (3X) "You figgedy fuck around, you lay around" --) Das EFX [Big Shug] Word to Joe Frazier, got ta do what pays ya Give a nigga pain, like displasure But close your hips in, nigga you can't win I walk around, with a scowl and a grin Parties try to rock me, chicks try to clock me Niggaz try to block me, but they can't stop me I'm a bad man, understand where I come from Treatin niggaz dumb, as I drink my rum I'm a mad man, I get respect with the Tec Put punks in check, Shug's on the set I'm the one with the game, the twelve round CRACK to the concrete, from the underground I'm a bad nigga, how do you figure to take me You cannot break me, so don't mistake me for your brother, I'm not a punk motherfucker see I did my time, and now I'm FREE I'm a dope one, ready to rip and wreck shop I will not stop, I won't be dropped by the cops I'm bad, understand me with the game I kick I got crazy bitches like a Trojan on my dick [Guru] Yo Hobb we got more rep than Lucky Luciano Suckers we wet to the sound of the dope piano This is something you can't handle, here's one example I got your head as a trophy up on the mantle Each and every sect we wreck, the crowd's electrified Mystified, you get dissed, when you try, you die Fish niggaz, they get fried upon my skillet I kill it, fuck it, my shit is on hit and hittin you blaow (BLAOW) so what you wanna do now? You stepped up, I whacked ya, you crept up, I smacked ya Got infinite length, with the strength of a real master If you don't bow down now you'll get plowed down now You know, like POW Fuck Around, Lay Around, do or die (3X) So Fuck Around, Lay Around, do or die Fuck Around, Lay Around, do or die (2X) "You figgedy fuck around, you lay around" --) Das EFX [Guru] Word to Mike Tyson, hit you quick like lightnin Swing my left jab first, and then come in with the right Cold deck ya, nah I could never respect a punk like you, you get dropped like one two and you're out son, just like a one round bout son The outcome, is that you'll get that ass hung Easily, swiftly, you'ew stupid you can't get with me Fuck Around, Lay Around, do or die (2X) I said Fuck Around, Lay Around, do or die [Big Shug] Fumin! HEAHHH, I'm boomin down on niggaz I figure, how could they take out a big nigga They don't know, so I don't never give em a clue That's you and you and you, and oh yeah you You can't get with this or take me down I'm always laughin HA HA cause you punks are clowns Since I'm passin emcees, with my skill I'm up on the hill, and I force them dudes to chill Rippin up shit as I do, because I'm violent That's why when I walk in the room, punks are silent My name is Shug, as if you didn't know I'm pimpin hard, and punks are just a hoe Fuck Around, Lay Around, do or die (2X) I said you Fuck Around, Lay Around, do or die Fuck Around, Lay Around, do or die I said you Fuck Around, Lay Around, do or die Fuck Around, Lay Around, do or die (2X) "You figgedy fuck around, you lay around" --) Das EFX [Big Shug] Yea yea that's Shug for ninety-three I wanna say whattup to all my people, yaknowhatI'msayin? We got the Guru in the house, and my man Lil' Dap Showin motherfuckers where we're truly at I wanna say whattup to my homegirl, my main girl and my kids Whassup Kerry, Marie and Lisa how y'all chillin? I know y'all in the motherfuckin house too, yea! I like to say whattup also, to all the peoples back home that know what time it is, and the niggaz tryin to get real And on that note, right I'ma get the fuck up out of here "You figgedy fuck around, you lay around" --) Das EFX * DJ Premier cuts and scratchs this line to the end * |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
[Guru] Fresh out the gate again time to raise the stakes again Fatten my plate again y'all cats know we always play to win G A N G to the Starr's son Haters took this shit too far son So thats all for you I'm whiping out your whole team I'll splatter your dreams with lyrics to shatter your schemes The badder you seem, the more lies you tell The more lies you sell, then by surprise you fell Into my deathtrap, right into my clutches Stupid, you know the God must bless every single mic he touches I've suffered, just so I could return harder Wanna be the shit starter? Fuck around, make you a martyr I make ya famous, turn around and make ya nameless Cause you never understood to me how vital this rap game is Save it and hold that, you catch a hot one Rhymes chase a fake nigga down soon as I spot one Chorus: Gang Starr samples, except where noted --Full clip-- --Do you wanna mess with this?-- --Gang Starr-- --I'm one of the best yet-- --I'm nice like that-- "It's all good" --- Noreaga --In this business of rep-- *repeat, change last line to: --so I suggest you take a rest--* [Guru] So if you stand in my way, I'm gonna have to spray Learn that "if you come against me son your gonna have to pray" Since back in the day I held The Weight and kept my head up The wanna see the God catch an L Itz all a Set Up I give no man or thing power over me Why these niggaz so jealous and lookin sour, over me? I'm bolder, G, I'm like impossible to stop I'm like that nigga in the ring with you, impossible to drop I'm like two magazine fully loaded to your one Plus I ain't gonna quit spittin, nigga, till your done Plus, more than over, I got my whole shit together More than a decade of hits, that'll live forever Catchin rep off my name? Your bound to fry Know how many niggaz that I know, is done to die We never fail, and we ain't never been frail You niggaz talk crime, but you scared of jail Chorus [Guru] Attackin like a slick Apache lyrics are trigger happy Pullin back your wig piece just for the way your lookin at me Talk back, blaow! I hit you up right now I don't know why so many of y'all wanna be thugs anyhow Face the consequence, of your childish nonsense I could make your head explode just by my lyrical content Get you in my scope and metaphorically snipe ya I never liked ya, I gas that ass and then ignite ya The flame thrower, make your peops afraid to know ya How many times I told ya, "play your position" small soldier My heart is colder, makes me wanna resort to violence Stop beatin me in the head son, nah, I'm not buyin it I'm ready to blast, ready to surpass and harass I'm ready to flip, yeah I'm ready to get with all that cash I hold my chrome steady, with a tight grip So watch your dome already cause this one might hit Chorus |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
[Guru] Fresh out the gate again time to raise the stakes again Fatten my plate again y'all cats know we always play to win G A N G to the Starr's son Haters took this shit too far son So thats all for you I'm whiping out your whole team I'll splatter your dreams with lyrics to shatter your schemes The badder you seem, the more lies you tell The more lies you sell, then by surprise you fell Into my deathtrap, right into my clutches Stupid, you know the God must bless every single mic he touches I've suffered, just so I could return harder Wanna be the shit starter? Fuck around, make you a martyr I make ya famous, turn around and make ya nameless Cause you never understood to me how vital this rap game is Save it and hold that, you catch a hot one Rhymes chase a fake nigga down soon as I spot one Chorus: Gang Starr samples, except where noted --Full clip-- --Do you wanna mess with this?-- --Gang Starr-- --I'm one of the best yet-- --I'm nice like that-- "It's all good" --- Noreaga --In this business of rep-- *repeat, change last line to: --so I suggest you take a rest--* [Guru] So if you stand in my way, I'm gonna have to spray Learn that "if you come against me son your gonna have to pray" Since back in the day I held The Weight and kept my head up The wanna see the God catch an L Itz all a Set Up I give no man or thing power over me Why these niggaz so jealous and lookin sour, over me? I'm bolder, G, I'm like impossible to stop I'm like that nigga in the ring with you, impossible to drop I'm like two magazine fully loaded to your one Plus I ain't gonna quit spittin, nigga, till your done Plus, more than over, I got my whole shit together More than a decade of hits, that'll live forever Catchin rep off my name? Your bound to fry Know how many niggaz that I know, is done to die We never fail, and we ain't never been frail You niggaz talk crime, but you scared of jail Chorus [Guru] Attackin like a slick Apache lyrics are trigger happy Pullin back your wig piece just for the way your lookin at me Talk back, blaow! I hit you up right now I don't know why so many of y'all wanna be thugs anyhow Face the consequence, of your childish nonsense I could make your head explode just by my lyrical content Get you in my scope and metaphorically snipe ya I never liked ya, I gas that ass and then ignite ya The flame thrower, make your peops afraid to know ya How many times I told ya, "play your position" small soldier My heart is colder, makes me wanna resort to violence Stop beatin me in the head son, nah, I'm not buyin it I'm ready to blast, ready to surpass and harass I'm ready to flip, yeah I'm ready to get with all that cash I hold my chrome steady, with a tight grip So watch your dome already cause this one might hit Chorus |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Shit, it ain't go hold me back, I gotta go all out to get mine A tech nine might come in handy for the next time I'm frustrated, chumps are making me mad Don't seem to understand that I'm just that bad Too gold, too bold, too fly for them to stop The man to respect 'cause I'm ripping up blocks I gotta get the dough, gotta run the show I'm flipping like a kilo, stash a million or so Go for what you feel and deal wit this 'Cause I'm dangerous, I come real wit this And packing and strapping, it goes along wit the rapping By any means necessary, you can't get buried I may come wit a smile but I've been known to get crazy wild So when you scheme, yo, I scheme too And I've been out here and yes, I've seen you I know your face, I know your name and all your people kid I've got mad connections, so won't do a bid I make the moves, I'm never faking 'Cause the loot is for the taking The loot is for the taking Mad murderer stalk in the night when you walk Feelings of stone to the bone, I'm a rock No regrets for doing shit I had to do I was hard headed and yea, I still am too But you know I got things under control So you should slow your roll that's my advice to you bro A street veteran, sometimes I'm trife as a juvenile I'll beep your style, you can't fuck wit the golden child That's why you're riffing but you know you're just ass kissing You wanna meet'cha maker, I'm a take ya Or else let the man command 'Cause I'll be ready to get you open, ain't no joking, I jam So if you wanna know who's really boss Then try your game, lamb, and end up taking a big loss If I don't get my way, you're history To you, I'm a mystery, you never understand me I came to grab the tapes and be out I came to get what's due to me 'cause I got clout I make the moves, I'm never faking 'Cause the loot is for the taking The loot is for the taking I'm sinister, I'm selling no wolf tickets here Rolling correct to get my point across clear Sights in the city make me bitter And I ain't taking no shit from no sucker nigga I move swift, always looking for the money to make I need the cash flow, I got a lot at stake And I could never go out like a crab So shut the hell up and put the money in a big bag Hand it over smooth like I need fat dough, I got things to do tonight I'm always on my job, ain't no time to be caught short And those outta line, pay a fine or get knocked off It's my turn to clock the duckets Being broke, nah, I can't fuck wit it I'm making moves, never faking 'Cause the loot is for the taking The loot is for the taking |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Shit, it ain't go hold me back, I gotta go all out to get mine A tech nine might come in handy for the next time I'm frustrated, chumps are making me mad Don't seem to understand that I'm just that bad Too gold, too bold, too fly for them to stop The man to respect 'cause I'm ripping up blocks I gotta get the dough, gotta run the show I'm flipping like a kilo, stash a million or so Go for what you feel and deal wit this 'Cause I'm dangerous, I come real wit this And packing and strapping, it goes along wit the rapping By any means necessary, you can't get buried I may come wit a smile but I've been known to get crazy wild So when you scheme, yo, I scheme too And I've been out here and yes, I've seen you I know your face, I know your name and all your people kid I've got mad connections, so won't do a bid I make the moves, I'm never faking 'Cause the loot is for the taking The loot is for the taking Mad murderer stalk in the night when you walk Feelings of stone to the bone, I'm a rock No regrets for doing shit I had to do I was hard headed and yea, I still am too But you know I got things under control So you should slow your roll that's my advice to you bro A street veteran, sometimes I'm trife as a juvenile I'll beep your style, you can't fuck wit the golden child That's why you're riffing but you know you're just ass kissing You wanna meet'cha maker, I'm a take ya Or else let the man command 'Cause I'll be ready to get you open, ain't no joking, I jam So if you wanna know who's really boss Then try your game, lamb, and end up taking a big loss If I don't get my way, you're history To you, I'm a mystery, you never understand me I came to grab the tapes and be out I came to get what's due to me 'cause I got clout I make the moves, I'm never faking 'Cause the loot is for the taking The loot is for the taking I'm sinister, I'm selling no wolf tickets here Rolling correct to get my point across clear Sights in the city make me bitter And I ain't taking no shit from no sucker nigga I move swift, always looking for the money to make I need the cash flow, I got a lot at stake And I could never go out like a crab So shut the hell up and put the money in a big bag Hand it over smooth like I need fat dough, I got things to do tonight I'm always on my job, ain't no time to be caught short And those outta line, pay a fine or get knocked off It's my turn to clock the duckets Being broke, nah, I can't fuck wit it I'm making moves, never faking 'Cause the loot is for the taking The loot is for the taking |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
(feat. Panch)
Nah you know what we gotta do? We gotta do - HINEY! The bitch said, "Panch stand behind me Same Team, No Games" (feat. H. Staxx, NYG'z) [NYG'z] Yo, do the knowledge to the master build the blow and the spliff The new millennium, hide them a beef Gotta watch what I say to you niggaz so I calm my patience 'Cause the shit ain't really pass the statue of limitations The streets still holler about how strong I am Niggaz I hurt still holler about how wrong I am As a little nigger broke, thinking soda and coke Had me amazed how my steady hand kept in the flow Let it sit, cool and heart lit, hit the set cool and heartless In front of the store projects, as long as I made a profit I see you eyeing me, you fire escape diary Filled with pages of episodes and shying me Nonbeliever I hammer for hire Hit yo ass so hard that your coke will catch fire Dog the stakes are dyer, I'm no liar Hold the court and the street beef cause I got pride [H. Staxx] Same team no games, these chicks I blow brains Rap-a-lot soul train the corners rocking cocaine Got no shame Trying to blow these figures Headquarters gone he ain't left he still with us Not in the physical through us he live I can seen him with Big L, Pun, Pac and BIG Watching over the kid like dear shed the waist over And yelling "Ether", "Blowout" and "Takeover" I'm the truth; give you proof and your video shoot Pull them candors on you while them cameras on you How you love that Don't want to blow with Staxx So go ahead dumb up, make me car crumb up "It's the Militia" Yall niggaz don't know about I Got me heated, frustrated about to blow my high Me and Benz blazing, Rave got the gauge raising Sick of talking about it, niggaz ain't on my weight lift [NYG'z] Whenever we stand together, down for whatever Divided we get at you from more angles Gangstarr forbid, NYG's same team no games Love is love fame one in the same Corny style, niggers act strange going against the grain Don't want to see us on top of our thing, we adapt to change Fame, fortune and material game, flow natural unrestrained Let me explain, niggers don't get it until you set it to flame Subject them to pain, make them respect The name, the set you rep, connects you get Stay ready to bang Steps ahead of competitors that'll test your aim H. Staxx shoot back splat dang your brain My foundation bust gats spread there's your brain Fuck with mine, spat not take the blame Play it for keeps, we came to win [Guru] YO, I'm the Jerry Rice to this, much too nice to quit And just so you know, we never liked you kid Since you ain't wanna let niggers eat I'm gonna convene with my team before We gotta let the trigger speak 'Cause nowadays yall rappers are carbon Copies paws are sloppy, still its hard to stop me Especially when I connect with my man, rep for my fam We taking back the rest of our land And we don't really care if they say you are the shit They playing your hits We about to make our way in this biz And let's see if the gimmick last until the next season In a flash, take your stupid ass out, give me the next reason Flip for my peoples here, spit for my peoples here Yeah... time to get rich with my peoples here Cut of a snake's head, then we break bread Same team, no games You underground trying to fake dead [scratching by DJ Premier repeats] Let, let, let the games begin My dick about killin, never been about game When there wasn't pussy, there was always my haind Nine and a half-'ll get you in a dame Anything less is just a GOD DAMN SHAME! Check my balls, my shit got blue wrinkles on the face .. for them bitches who had the nerve to put me out they place In they HINEY The bitch said, "Panch stand behind me And put that monster in my hiney," HI-NEY! I come through your block, with that one-eye whistle One hand on the whistle One.. one-eyed monster hit you Make it slick, BITCH, my dick game's OFFICIAL! Lose your weight and, I don't leave you waitin The world is earthquakin My balls got yo' ass shakin - it's hiney jack! UH-OH! HINEY! The bitch said, "Panch stand behind me And put that monster in my hiney," HI-NEY! [imitating the beat] When I bust a nut, it say [imitating the beat] On her HINEY! [laughter and applause] (That's some brilliant shiznit, yo! Aiyyo!) |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
I say people people come on and check it out now
You see the mic in my hand now watch me wreck it now what is a party if the crew ain't there? [what's your name?] call me Guru that's my man Premier now many attempts have been made to hold us back? slander the name and with-hold facts but I'm the type of brother with much more game I got a sure aim and if i find you're to blame you can bet you'll be exterminated, taken out, done it doesn't matter how many they'll go as easy as just one bust one round in the air for this here cuz this year suckers are going no where cuz my strret style and intelligence level makes me much more than just an angry rebel I'm Gifted Unlimited Rhymes Universal mc's that ain't equipped get flipped in my circle I'm aiming on raining on the bitch ass chumps cuz their rhymes don't flow and their beats don't pump and niggaz better know i paid my dues and shit I'm bout to blow the fuck up because I refuse to quit I'm out to get the props that are rightfullly mine yeah me and the crew think its about that time but on the DL you know that Gangstarr will conquer that's why you stare and point and others cling on to my nautica, asking for a hookup well sorry but my schedule is all booked up nobody put me on I made it up the hard way look out for my people but the suckers should parlay cuz it's business kid, this ain't no free for all you have to wait your turn, you must await your call so now, now it is my duty to eliminate and subtract all of the booty crews and suckers should vacate before I get irate and I'll kick your can from here to Japan with force you can't withstand cuz I'm the muthafuckin' man yo right now I got my man Lil' Dap from the Group home yo step up to the mic and tell them why you're the man so much anger built inside so don't stop to say hi, muthafucka just die my shit holds a mouthful so i guess you know what's up why punks get killed at the end of the month styles and styles I flip Lil' Dap remains sick yes the Group Home is thick so all you punks hear this everytime you riff the more fame that we get muthafuckas act hard thinking that they are God niggaz just don't understand let me be my own man did everything on my own and everyplace wasn't home everywhere that I'd rest I had to dress with a vest I guess you get the routine but with a lot of stress frustration on my mind brothers doin' mad time rhymes are organized like crime as we're rippin' the lines brothers just don't know how shit got to go cuz I was told to never give my back to the street as I walk through the ghetto dead souls I greet see my man give him pound then I walk with a frown another minute another brother's gunned down shit is getting too close that's why the Group Home is thick so everytime you riff the more fame that we get my father always said don't watch the one across the street watch the one right next b'cuz he's easy to flex took heed to what he said yeah that deep ass nigga while brothers hang around tryin' to get down niggaz just don't understand I'm the mutha fuckin' man and also on the set from Dirty Rotten Scoundrels we got my man Jeru the Damaja yo tell them why you're the man I'll tap your jaw you probably heard it before step to the bedlamite I'll prove my word is law drugstore with more dope rhyme vendor not partial to beef the chief ambassador niggaz get mad cuz they can't score like a wild west flick they wish to shoot up my door but I incite a riot don't even try it bust up chumps so crab kids keep quiet like I said before I tap jaws snatch whores kill suckers in wars vic a style you said was yours money grip wanna flip but you're fish house the mic like your hooker and did tricks on the bitch Dirty Rotten Scoundrel and my name is Jeru utilizing my tools in '92 MC's step up in mobs to defeat us when we rock knots and got props like Norm Peterson lot's of friends, lot's of fun, lots of beers got the skills, kreeno so I always get cheers troop on like a trooper no tears for fears I'm a get mines cuz the crew'll get theirs cut you up like Edward Scissorhands you know the program I'm the mutha fuckin' man... |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
I say people people come on and check it out now
You see the mic in my hand now watch me wreck it now what is a party if the crew ain't there? [what's your name?] call me Guru that's my man Premier now many attempts have been made to hold us back? slander the name and with-hold facts but I'm the type of brother with much more game I got a sure aim and if i find you're to blame you can bet you'll be exterminated, taken out, done it doesn't matter how many they'll go as easy as just one bust one round in the air for this here cuz this year suckers are going no where cuz my strret style and intelligence level makes me much more than just an angry rebel I'm Gifted Unlimited Rhymes Universal mc's that ain't equipped get flipped in my circle I'm aiming on raining on the bitch ass chumps cuz their rhymes don't flow and their beats don't pump and niggaz better know i paid my dues and shit I'm bout to blow the fuck up because I refuse to quit I'm out to get the props that are rightfullly mine yeah me and the crew think its about that time but on the DL you know that Gangstarr will conquer that's why you stare and point and others cling on to my nautica, asking for a hookup well sorry but my schedule is all booked up nobody put me on I made it up the hard way look out for my people but the suckers should parlay cuz it's business kid, this ain't no free for all you have to wait your turn, you must await your call so now, now it is my duty to eliminate and subtract all of the booty crews and suckers should vacate before I get irate and I'll kick your can from here to Japan with force you can't withstand cuz I'm the muthafuckin' man yo right now I got my man Lil' Dap from the Group home yo step up to the mic and tell them why you're the man so much anger built inside so don't stop to say hi, muthafucka just die my shit holds a mouthful so i guess you know what's up why punks get killed at the end of the month styles and styles I flip Lil' Dap remains sick yes the Group Home is thick so all you punks hear this everytime you riff the more fame that we get muthafuckas act hard thinking that they are God niggaz just don't understand let me be my own man did everything on my own and everyplace wasn't home everywhere that I'd rest I had to dress with a vest I guess you get the routine but with a lot of stress frustration on my mind brothers doin' mad time rhymes are organized like crime as we're rippin' the lines brothers just don't know how shit got to go cuz I was told to never give my back to the street as I walk through the ghetto dead souls I greet see my man give him pound then I walk with a frown another minute another brother's gunned down shit is getting too close that's why the Group Home is thick so everytime you riff the more fame that we get my father always said don't watch the one across the street watch the one right next b'cuz he's easy to flex took heed to what he said yeah that deep ass nigga while brothers hang around tryin' to get down niggaz just don't understand I'm the mutha fuckin' man and also on the set from Dirty Rotten Scoundrels we got my man Jeru the Damaja yo tell them why you're the man I'll tap your jaw you probably heard it before step to the bedlamite I'll prove my word is law drugstore with more dope rhyme vendor not partial to beef the chief ambassador niggaz get mad cuz they can't score like a wild west flick they wish to shoot up my door but I incite a riot don't even try it bust up chumps so crab kids keep quiet like I said before I tap jaws snatch whores kill suckers in wars vic a style you said was yours money grip wanna flip but you're fish house the mic like your hooker and did tricks on the bitch Dirty Rotten Scoundrel and my name is Jeru utilizing my tools in '92 MC's step up in mobs to defeat us when we rock knots and got props like Norm Peterson lot's of friends, lot's of fun, lots of beers got the skills, kreeno so I always get cheers troop on like a trooper no tears for fears I'm a get mines cuz the crew'll get theirs cut you up like Edward Scissorhands you know the program I'm the mutha fuckin' man... |
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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
* I'm not sure about any of these names *
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
DJ Premier]
Word up Aiyyo Rome' (yo) Yo life ain't what it's cracked up to be these days, why'knahmean? [Rome] Word! Knahmsayin? Life hard out this muh'fucker, why'knahmsayin? [DJ Premier] So you gotta make the best of a bad situation, and hold your head [Rome] Know what I'm sayin? You gotta progress through the struggle man [Chorus] [Guru] In this life.. (ohhh, this life) [DJ P] "You better wake up" [Guru] In this life.. (talkin bout this life) [DJ P] "are-are-Remember this" [Guru] In this life.. (whoah-ohhh) [DJ P] "S-S-Survival of the fittest" -> Nas [Guru] In this life.. [DJ P] "I go all out" - "why'knahmsayin?" [Verse One: Guru] From New York to Cali it remains the same Bitch niggaz always want to go against the grain The strong will survive, the weak shall perish Why'all need more courage, I keep why'all nourished Get in line, I let you know right now You need to slow right down or you get blown right now From what I see it's systematic how we push to addicts Demographics make the street life hell or drastic In the hood we see oppressive genocide 'Cause if it's on it's on, you know at least 10 men'll ride But on the other side, corruption runs deep I'm aware of the conspiricies, discussion is brief They're building more prisons, spendin less on schools On the block Smith & Wess-ons and Teflons rule It's hard to escape it, certain laws are sacred In this life my nigga, it's mad hard to make it [Chorus] [Guru] In this life.. [Dogg] Money is key [Dogg] And everybody you see ain't what they claim to be [Guru] In this life.. [Dogg] I try to do right [Dogg] I live a treacherous life, I know I ain't right, mm [Guru] In this life.. [Dogg] You got to keep on [Dogg] You got to be strong, you got to hold on [Guru] In this life, heh, I come in peace [Guru] But still yo, I come from the streets [Verse Two: Snoop Dogg] This one's for my sons and my lil' daughter Peace to JMJ and my nigga Headquarters A +GangStarr+ with a gangster, on a mission World +Premier+, limited edition My mind keeps driftin cause I haven't had a spliff in A long time, I'm doin fine, I feel teriffic I bop up the street, see-walk to the beat It's cold outdoors, so I got to keep some heat I never know when a cutthroat gon' try to test me Disrespect me, things could get messy Yes he, shoot a good game, like James I mean Jesse, watch out nigga, heavens to Betsies The big drum beater With a car full of heaters and some fly senoritas In some Stacy's or some Chucks, cause I gotsta keep it G'd up Run up on the Dogg man you bound to get beat up [Chorus] [Guru] In this life.. (ohhh, this life, I'm tryin to make it better) [DJ P] "You better wake up" [Guru] In this life.. (I won't have to struggle no mo', no I won't) [DJ P] "are-are-Remember this" [Guru] In this life.. (ohhh, this life, this life) [DJ P] "S-S-Survival of the fittest" -> Nas [Guru] In this life.. (tryin to make it better, yes I am) [Outro: Uncle Reo] Ooooohhh, talkin bout this life Whoahhhhh, this life, this life... |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
DJ Premier]
Word up Aiyyo Rome' (yo) Yo life ain't what it's cracked up to be these days, why'knahmean? [Rome] Word! Knahmsayin? Life hard out this muh'fucker, why'knahmsayin? [DJ Premier] So you gotta make the best of a bad situation, and hold your head [Rome] Know what I'm sayin? You gotta progress through the struggle man [Chorus] [Guru] In this life.. (ohhh, this life) [DJ P] "You better wake up" [Guru] In this life.. (talkin bout this life) [DJ P] "are-are-Remember this" [Guru] In this life.. (whoah-ohhh) [DJ P] "S-S-Survival of the fittest" -> Nas [Guru] In this life.. [DJ P] "I go all out" - "why'knahmsayin?" [Verse One: Guru] From New York to Cali it remains the same Bitch niggaz always want to go against the grain The strong will survive, the weak shall perish Why'all need more courage, I keep why'all nourished Get in line, I let you know right now You need to slow right down or you get blown right now From what I see it's systematic how we push to addicts Demographics make the street life hell or drastic In the hood we see oppressive genocide 'Cause if it's on it's on, you know at least 10 men'll ride But on the other side, corruption runs deep I'm aware of the conspiricies, discussion is brief They're building more prisons, spendin less on schools On the block Smith & Wess-ons and Teflons rule It's hard to escape it, certain laws are sacred In this life my nigga, it's mad hard to make it [Chorus] [Guru] In this life.. [Dogg] Money is key [Dogg] And everybody you see ain't what they claim to be [Guru] In this life.. [Dogg] I try to do right [Dogg] I live a treacherous life, I know I ain't right, mm [Guru] In this life.. [Dogg] You got to keep on [Dogg] You got to be strong, you got to hold on [Guru] In this life, heh, I come in peace [Guru] But still yo, I come from the streets [Verse Two: Snoop Dogg] This one's for my sons and my lil' daughter Peace to JMJ and my nigga Headquarters A +GangStarr+ with a gangster, on a mission World +Premier+, limited edition My mind keeps driftin cause I haven't had a spliff in A long time, I'm doin fine, I feel teriffic I bop up the street, see-walk to the beat It's cold outdoors, so I got to keep some heat I never know when a cutthroat gon' try to test me Disrespect me, things could get messy Yes he, shoot a good game, like James I mean Jesse, watch out nigga, heavens to Betsies The big drum beater With a car full of heaters and some fly senoritas In some Stacy's or some Chucks, cause I gotsta keep it G'd up Run up on the Dogg man you bound to get beat up [Chorus] [Guru] In this life.. (ohhh, this life, I'm tryin to make it better) [DJ P] "You better wake up" [Guru] In this life.. (I won't have to struggle no mo', no I won't) [DJ P] "are-are-Remember this" [Guru] In this life.. (ohhh, this life, this life) [DJ P] "S-S-Survival of the fittest" -> Nas [Guru] In this life.. (tryin to make it better, yes I am) [Outro: Uncle Reo] Ooooohhh, talkin bout this life Whoahhhhh, this life, this life... |
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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
We got news for ya --> scratched by dj premier
Chorus: guru and hannibal [guru] while they devise our demise, we grow wise [hann] upset the set up, the element of surprise [both] it'z a set up [guru] it's time to upset the set up Verse one: guru Though they conspire, fake us to make us retire With the burning desire we make it out of the crossfire Thoughts are higher, elevating and focused While the path is narrow, for those like us Primo beats provoke us to meditate like zen With the will and the strength, of a million men While they introspect, where nothing is met It's been that way for a while so much has come and then went But I'm confident, a few, are due to redeem Their respective kingdoms, with an abundance of cream So if I were to scheme, it would be on a realer dream Like formin effective teams to filter the smokescreens You totin in jeans, don't even know the true envy The man I'm pickin apart, and plus they both were friends to me Past trivial pursuits like east and west coast feuds Come against me on the mic, many and most will lose Like most dudes, I love this hip-hop, and this rap stuff But I don't like the shows, where the ignorant act up While some'll be rippin it, they be in the crowd wildin Flippin on kids, for the chains and medallions Or the kid they don't like, from a beef from way back And decide that's the night, perfect time for payback It's wack for the group, plus the others who came To see a fat ass show, instead there's bullets aflame Chorus Verse two: hannibal Still waters run deep this is leagues in depth Quiet as kept they slept we crept Society puts the squeeze on mc's like iron grips of death From here on in peace and blessings long cherish your breath Gifted and rhyme u now how we do, stay true Follow through lay down the law, cause it's probable and overdue All systems overdue, my guns know me I only hold a few my nigga for only a few hold me Never forget the ones before me, my momma told me Sacrifice for the ones behind me leadin the seeds Blind leads, black on black, crime to me Inclined to refine my creed I eat thinkin lead Conceive to make the beast bleed, enhance thoughts Like tossed trees 'cross the earth three-fourths Let my offspring feed all three, corpus delectis cost me Lost and found on enemy ground, quoted although They don't know how we get down at sound speed we breed Mo more confined to blind greed and self destructive deeds Heed my freedom war cry, of course I'm n.y. Hug my peeps that died, the loved ones alive Reinforce and fly high as I lie so shall i From new I to cali next plateau u.n.i.versal Unleash the black rain Show em who in control, electro-magnetic Pull on the hole, ill as toters bang out Til we sittin on swole the strongest way to grow The only way I know, underground railroad on track No physical or mental chain can shackle that [answering machine messages] |
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from Mo' Better Blues (모베터 블루스) by Bill Lee [ost] (1995)
"I would like to play a.. little tune I just composed not so long ago" "Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie Holiday" *HORNS* *drum roll* *piano keys played* *HORNS* "Byrd..?" *trumpet solo* *group horns* "The music called jazz.." -) Guru *HORNS* [Guru] It's roots are in the sounds of the African or should I say the mother.. bringin us back again From the drummin on the Congo, we came with a strong flow and continue to grow Feet move, to the beat of the t'balo Now dig the story and follow For then it landed, on American soil Through the sweat, the blood, and the toil Hear, "Praise the Lord," shouted on chain gangs Pain they felt, but it helped them to maintain Scott Joplin's rags, Bessie Smith's blues St. Louis blues, they were all the news Ringin smooth.. in all the listeners ears Fulfillin the needs, and plantin the seeds of a jazz thing King Oliver's group was a train comin through to Chicago, bringin the New Orleans groove And when Satchmo blew, the audience knew Basil Street blues was the whole house tune it was music.. great to dance to Great to romance to with a lot to say to you Relaying a message, revealing the essence of a jazz thing * DJ Premier cuts "jazz music" * In the 40's came be-bop, the first be-bop The real be-bop, so let me talk about Diz' and Byrd, givin the word Defining how a beat could be so complete Playing with ferocity, thinkin with velocity About ornathology, or anthropology and even ?, and this is real history Theolonious Monk, a melodious thunk No mistakes were made with the notes he played His conception, was ?re condite? A star glowing bright among dim lights The critics did cite that he sounded alright Charlie Mingus, such nimble fingers Droppin the bass, all over the place and Max Roach, cymbals socking Bass drum talking, snare drum rocking Restructuring.. the metaphysics of a jazz thing John Coltrane, a man supreme He was the cream.. he was the wise one The impression of Afro Blue and of the promise, that was not kept He was a GIANT step, and there was Ornette Coleman He was another soul man The original invisible, playing great music I wonder why the ?Bangles? couldn't use it Now listen see The real mystery is how music history created by white men or any other white man that pretended he originated "uh-huh.." and contended that he innovated "uh-huh.." a jazz thing ("Of course we know who can really blow") Scheamin on the meaning of a jazz thing And this music ain't dead, so don't be misled by those who said that jazz was on it's deathbed Cause when Betty Carter sings a song ain't nuttin goin on, but simply good music And you won't refuse it She's takin her time, makin the nuances rhyme Sonny Rollins, tenor saxophone with a big old tone, recitin poems with notes as words, and haven't you heard NEXT STOP BUTTER, RIGHT PAST OLEO Now there's young cats blowin And more and more people, yes they will be knowin Jazz ain't the past, this music's gonna last and as the facts unfold, remember who foretold The 90's, will be the decade of a jazz thing "I love jazz music" (3X) * Primo scratches "I love jazz music" * A jazz thing.. |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
"I would like to play a.. little tune I just composed not so long ago" "Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie Holiday" *HORNS* *drum roll* *piano keys played* *HORNS* "Byrd..?" *trumpet solo* *group horns* "The music called jazz.." -) Guru *HORNS* [Guru] It's roots are in the sounds of the African or should I say the mother.. bringin us back again From the drummin on the Congo, we came with a strong flow and continue to grow Feet move, to the beat of the t'balo Now dig the story and follow For then it landed, on American soil Through the sweat, the blood, and the toil Hear, "Praise the Lord," shouted on chain gangs Pain they felt, but it helped them to maintain Scott Joplin's rags, Bessie Smith's blues St. Louis blues, they were all the news Ringin smooth.. in all the listeners ears Fulfillin the needs, and plantin the seeds of a jazz thing King Oliver's group was a train comin through to Chicago, bringin the New Orleans groove And when Satchmo blew, the audience knew Basil Street blues was the whole house tune it was music.. great to dance to Great to romance to with a lot to say to you Relaying a message, revealing the essence of a jazz thing * DJ Premier cuts "jazz music" * In the 40's came be-bop, the first be-bop The real be-bop, so let me talk about Diz' and Byrd, givin the word Defining how a beat could be so complete Playing with ferocity, thinkin with velocity About ornathology, or anthropology and even ?, and this is real history Theolonious Monk, a melodious thunk No mistakes were made with the notes he played His conception, was ?re condite? A star glowing bright among dim lights The critics did cite that he sounded alright Charlie Mingus, such nimble fingers Droppin the bass, all over the place and Max Roach, cymbals socking Bass drum talking, snare drum rocking Restructuring.. the metaphysics of a jazz thing John Coltrane, a man supreme He was the cream.. he was the wise one The impression of Afro Blue and of the promise, that was not kept He was a GIANT step, and there was Ornette Coleman He was another soul man The original invisible, playing great music I wonder why the ?Bangles? couldn't use it Now listen see The real mystery is how music history created by white men or any other white man that pretended he originated "uh-huh.." and contended that he innovated "uh-huh.." a jazz thing ("Of course we know who can really blow") Scheamin on the meaning of a jazz thing And this music ain't dead, so don't be misled by those who said that jazz was on it's deathbed Cause when Betty Carter sings a song ain't nuttin goin on, but simply good music And you won't refuse it She's takin her time, makin the nuances rhyme Sonny Rollins, tenor saxophone with a big old tone, recitin poems with notes as words, and haven't you heard NEXT STOP BUTTER, RIGHT PAST OLEO Now there's young cats blowin And more and more people, yes they will be knowin Jazz ain't the past, this music's gonna last and as the facts unfold, remember who foretold The 90's, will be the decade of a jazz thing "I love jazz music" (3X) * Primo scratches "I love jazz music" * A jazz thing.. |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
"I would like to play a.. little tune I just composed not so long ago" "Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie Holiday" *HORNS* *drum roll* *piano keys played* *HORNS* "Byrd..?" *trumpet solo* *group horns* "The music called jazz.." -) Guru *HORNS* [Guru] It's roots are in the sounds of the African or should I say the mother.. bringin us back again From the drummin on the Congo, we came with a strong flow and continue to grow Feet move, to the beat of the t'balo Now dig the story and follow For then it landed, on American soil Through the sweat, the blood, and the toil Hear, "Praise the Lord," shouted on chain gangs Pain they felt, but it helped them to maintain Scott Joplin's rags, Bessie Smith's blues St. Louis blues, they were all the news Ringin smooth.. in all the listeners ears Fulfillin the needs, and plantin the seeds of a jazz thing King Oliver's group was a train comin through to Chicago, bringin the New Orleans groove And when Satchmo blew, the audience knew Basil Street blues was the whole house tune it was music.. great to dance to Great to romance to with a lot to say to you Relaying a message, revealing the essence of a jazz thing * DJ Premier cuts "jazz music" * In the 40's came be-bop, the first be-bop The real be-bop, so let me talk about Diz' and Byrd, givin the word Defining how a beat could be so complete Playing with ferocity, thinkin with velocity About ornathology, or anthropology and even ?, and this is real history Theolonious Monk, a melodious thunk No mistakes were made with the notes he played His conception, was ?re condite? A star glowing bright among dim lights The critics did cite that he sounded alright Charlie Mingus, such nimble fingers Droppin the bass, all over the place and Max Roach, cymbals socking Bass drum talking, snare drum rocking Restructuring.. the metaphysics of a jazz thing John Coltrane, a man supreme He was the cream.. he was the wise one The impression of Afro Blue and of the promise, that was not kept He was a GIANT step, and there was Ornette Coleman He was another soul man The original invisible, playing great music I wonder why the ?Bangles? couldn't use it Now listen see The real mystery is how music history created by white men or any other white man that pretended he originated "uh-huh.." and contended that he innovated "uh-huh.." a jazz thing ("Of course we know who can really blow") Scheamin on the meaning of a jazz thing And this music ain't dead, so don't be misled by those who said that jazz was on it's deathbed Cause when Betty Carter sings a song ain't nuttin goin on, but simply good music And you won't refuse it She's takin her time, makin the nuances rhyme Sonny Rollins, tenor saxophone with a big old tone, recitin poems with notes as words, and haven't you heard NEXT STOP BUTTER, RIGHT PAST OLEO Now there's young cats blowin And more and more people, yes they will be knowin Jazz ain't the past, this music's gonna last and as the facts unfold, remember who foretold The 90's, will be the decade of a jazz thing "I love jazz music" (3X) * Primo scratches "I love jazz music" * A jazz thing.. |
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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
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Yo Premier? Yeah whassup G? That trip to L.A. may be delayed Why whassup I'm on my way to the airport now Yeah well your boy Guru got knocked WHAT?! I don't know what this is about sounds crazy man Somethin about a gun 'The court calls Keith Elam to the stand. Please approach the bench.' [Guru] Yo they got me handcuffed I'm down in central booking Things are fucked up the way my future's looking But I'm too fly, I'ma change this scenario Make some power moves and tighten up my bankroll Chumps are leary though, they see me as a threat I'm like the black Dutch Schultz when you get me upset Five-oh makes me wanna flip, Larry Davis style Got a nigga depressed, while he's awaitin trial It's OK though, cause from grey skies comes blue Through darkness comes light and I be known as the Guru And this I certify we all should be alerted by the traps within the system, our youth is gettin murdered by the D.A. says they got me on a felony I'm tryin to live my life, so what the fuck is you tellin me? The streets are war, that's what brothers carry weapons for And I take the weight as I did before The next thing you know, they got me on the radio A rapper arrested, suckers showin me on video Of course I know, that I'm a role model But yo this rap life is real life sometimes it's full throttle Right now I gotta think about me fuck the industry You gets no love, except those who support me What's the story, what happened when I went to L.A.? Mixin shit up, no not there I got family Nothin happened, mind your business yo step You know we connect, JFK 2 LAX Chorus: Guru They wanna lock us all up, and throw away the key Don't wanna see us come up, don't wanna see us makin G's Long as we know this is the key to our destruction Let's make moves no discussion [Guru] Peace to my man Hass, and Orange Man payin the cost All the twenty-five to lifers all my brothers gettin tossed into the system, supposed to rehabilitate It's why you gotta regulate your own mindstate Read, study lessons and build your inner power The next level, doesn't tolerate cowards For example, I know this rich Nigerian Powerful American that's proud to be an African He asked me why do all us brothers be gettin trapped I told him I'd explain it broke it down in a rap Whether you got naps, braids waves or no hair Without esteem for yourself nigga, you goin nowhere And you can swagger like you rule this; Josey Wales unorganized revolt almost always mostly fails Give up the savage ways, be effective soldiers To elevate the mental is to be poor no more There's war in the streets, prepared men know best Our rhyme as live as it gets, JFK 2 LAX They're always makin trouble yo, against the righteous Killin us in cold blood, those beats those vipers And as I sit feelin the pain in my wrist I vow to myself that I'ma change this shit Or at least I gotta try, or part of me will die And only by action will any ideas solidify So I inhale, exhale as I ponder This grown man will make mistakes no longer I've been there, I've seen how they make us fall victim to their tricknowledgy, with no apology I diss em And so I rip facts to dope tracks I caress You're gonna hear about it, from JFK 2 LAX *plane lands* |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes Brothers are amused by others brother's reps But the thing they know best is where the gun is kept 'Cause in the night, you'll feel fright And at the sight of a 4-5th, I guess you just might Wanna do a dance or two 'Cause they could maybe bust you for self or wit a crew No matter is you or your brother's a star He could pop you in check without a getaway car And some might say that he's a dummy But sticking you and taking all of your money It's a daily operation He might be loose in the park or lurking at the train station Mad brothers know his name So he thinks he got a little fame From the stick-up game And while we're blaming society He's at a party with his man They got their eye on the gold chain That the next man's wearing It looks big but they ain't staring Just thinking of a way and when to get the brother They'll be long gone before the kid recovers And back around the way, he'll have the chain on his neck Claimin' respect, Just to get a rep Ten brothers in a circle Had the kid trapped, the one wit the hood, he said, "We'll hurt you" If you don't run out your dues and pay Give up the Rolex watch or you won't see another day See, they were on the attack And one said, "Yo, you wanna make this to a homicide rap? Make it fast so we can be on our way Kick in the rings and everything, ok?" The kid was nervous and flinching And little shorty with the 3-8, yo, he was inchin Closer and closer, put the gun to his head Shorty was down to catch a body instead Money was scared so he panicked Took off his link and his rings and ran frantic But shorty said, "Now" pulled the trigger and stepped It was nothing, he did it just to get a rep The rep grows bigger, now he's known for his trigger finger Rolling with troops of his sons like a gansta figure He's near the peak of his crazy career His posse's a nightmare, mack and jewels and crazy gear But as we know, the things we do come back And Shorty's not peeping, others are scheming to counteract 'Cause the kid that got shot didn't perish, so He pulls up in a jeep with tinted windows Too late, Shorty was caught in the midst His time ran out, his number came up, and that's it You know the rest, so don't front, the plan has been upset Some brothers gotta go out just to get a rep |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes Brothers are amused by others brother's reps But the thing they know best is where the gun is kept 'Cause in the night, you'll feel fright And at the sight of a 4-5th, I guess you just might Wanna do a dance or two 'Cause they could maybe bust you for self or wit a crew No matter is you or your brother's a star He could pop you in check without a getaway car And some might say that he's a dummy But sticking you and taking all of your money It's a daily operation He might be loose in the park or lurking at the train station Mad brothers know his name So he thinks he got a little fame From the stick-up game And while we're blaming society He's at a party with his man They got their eye on the gold chain That the next man's wearing It looks big but they ain't staring Just thinking of a way and when to get the brother They'll be long gone before the kid recovers And back around the way, he'll have the chain on his neck Claimin' respect, Just to get a rep Ten brothers in a circle Had the kid trapped, the one wit the hood, he said, "We'll hurt you" If you don't run out your dues and pay Give up the Rolex watch or you won't see another day See, they were on the attack And one said, "Yo, you wanna make this to a homicide rap? Make it fast so we can be on our way Kick in the rings and everything, ok?" The kid was nervous and flinching And little shorty with the 3-8, yo, he was inchin Closer and closer, put the gun to his head Shorty was down to catch a body instead Money was scared so he panicked Took off his link and his rings and ran frantic But shorty said, "Now" pulled the trigger and stepped It was nothing, he did it just to get a rep The rep grows bigger, now he's known for his trigger finger Rolling with troops of his sons like a gansta figure He's near the peak of his crazy career His posse's a nightmare, mack and jewels and crazy gear But as we know, the things we do come back And Shorty's not peeping, others are scheming to counteract 'Cause the kid that got shot didn't perish, so He pulls up in a jeep with tinted windows Too late, Shorty was caught in the midst His time ran out, his number came up, and that's it You know the rest, so don't front, the plan has been upset Some brothers gotta go out just to get a rep |
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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
(feat. Krumb Snatcha)
(Guru) First and foremost, some rappers are sweet like fructose When I cock back these lyrics, y'all punks best be ghost I be the seven twenty-one, eighteen twenty-one The illest one, I'm almost doper than anyone Straight out the late nights of Bed-Stuy Steppin up, y'all put your weapons up, I make heads fly You're artificial like saccarhin You're crazy fake, it's more than skills you be lackin in Concepts you bite, cause your identity ain't tight Tryin to be somethin you're not, like pullin a knife at a gunfight I'm troopin on night air like flight number 106 and gettin all up in your fuckin mix You get me upset, and I got you uptight cause my committee's in your city tonight, AIGHT? We got seventeen million of us plus, two million Indians That makes 19 mil, lightin shit up like Wild Bill I be the, supreme father plus the ill kid with drama My karma, creates the teflon to pierce your body armor And make sure you check the shit before you walk to me, or talk to me Steppin to me improperly, you just may catch the weaponry My specialty is tearin tracks out the frame You know my fuckin name, I rule all game I'm universal on all planes, what's your claim? (Guru) Yo, I be your highness, in slickness, you chumps bear witness Tremendous tropper, verbal nigga witht he fitness Drop you for your spot with the blazer then I blast ya Slice precise like ?fenny hanas? when I come to bring the dramas Styles so swift, that you can't peep the God as your lyrics get buried, six feet deep in my backyard I laugh hard, while your mental I run through mazes Dark stages of terror to shatter your dressing room mirror Your whole error gets crushed, your whole show gets bumrushed Too many dumb punks, want to enter this rap scene Kickin Willie Bobo, but need to be slapped clean into oblivion, the true champion always rises I bring surprises to the chief plus their advisers Size me up, and you will find nothing's larger Catch more wreck on your dome, than a deranged fuckin barber So what you made some dough, you best keep on scramblin All your vanity, is instantly crushed, when I start handlin Demandin that you pay, for your weak rhyme display Coast to coast, I break the fakes everyday (Krumb Snatcha) I see myself as the black Rap Messiah Colossal spreadin my gospel through electrical wires Spit fire through speech, so I can reach each and every Tom Dick and Jerry slippin like petroleum jelly Too busy in the limelight, can't rhyme tight I got divine right to bring y'all to light Somethin ain't right, to be an MC, you gotta thug Or to thug you gotta be an MC, this shit is bugged Show love but few; deal with crew and crew only And think universal like Sony Phony pounds and fake hugs is usually avoided Give a fuck like Pizza Hut I got to stay Noyd-ed Cause that same nigga you trust, could be that same cat behind that gat that bust, quiet ya, with the silencer Keep it hush, ashes to dust, then dust to ashes Nowadays it's who pull out the fastest, imagine this rap shit without this gat shit, or the phony cat in black talkin bout how much his Mac spit But this year, GangStarr got changes bein made No wack shit bein played no fake macks gettin paid No Versace MC's, with a mouth full of Mo' Soundin like a hoe spittin that old-fashioned show flow I bombshell that pastel Chanel rap through a Maxwell Ever since young Krumb, was taught to rap well Goin deep, process of thought, when my eyes closes Awaken with interpretive robe and sandals like Moses Travellin high sands and Eastern lands for the answers Ignorance is spreadin through the streets like it was cancer Too many drinkin not thinkin, when behind that trigger A 38 escalate the murder rate, for us niggaz it's like, microphone roulette cause nowadays MC's is gettin wet over someone else's fake gangsta rep |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
No way you'll never make it
Come with the weak shit, I break kids Step into my zone, mad rhymes will stifle ya Lines like rifles go blast when I kick some ass A lot of rappers be like one time wonders Couldn't say a fly rhyme if there was one right under Their noses, I hate those motherfuckin posers But I'm so real to them it's scary And with my unique skills nag you can't compare me And no we don't make wack tracks and all the suckers get pushed back when I'm kickin real facts I represent set up shit like a tent boy You're paranoid cause you're my son like Elroy And you'd be happy as hell to get a record deal Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal Oh yes I'm greater than all MC's when I breeeze give me room please I be like fascinatin when I be updatin Cuttin off wack kids, pullin their trump cards I thump hard, and mak eem say that I'm God Niggaz be pretendin they hardcore Never know the meaning of [real hardcore] But I get props like a slogan and no man Could ever try to diss when I kicks my jam Lyrically def and connecting complete mic wrecking No double checking vocals kill like weapons But if I have to I go all out with no mic Yeah that's right cause I survived mad fights And for my peeps I truly care Cause without some of them I wouldn't be here And they all know how I feel Cause suckers be like playin themselves to have mass appeal I know I'm dope but don't wet that I've suffered setbacks but now I'm makin greenbacks Just like baggy slacks I'm crazy hip-hop Check one two and you don't stop Your head'll bop when I drop my crop of pure bomb, just like the seashore I'm calm But wild, with my monotone style Because I don't need gimmicks Gimme a fly beat and I'm all in it Word is bond I go on and on For you it's tragic I got magic like wands So I'ma end this lecture and I betcha Those who kick dirt and do time I'm gonna get cha Cause I be kickin the real While they be losin the race tryin to chase mass appeal |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
No way you'll never make it
Come with the weak shit, I break kids Step into my zone, mad rhymes will stifle ya Lines like rifles go blast when I kick some ass A lot of rappers be like one time wonders Couldn't say a fly rhyme if there was one right under Their noses, I hate those motherfuckin posers But I'm so real to them it's scary And with my unique skills nag you can't compare me And no we don't make wack tracks and all the suckers get pushed back when I'm kickin real facts I represent set up shit like a tent boy You're paranoid cause you're my son like Elroy And you'd be happy as hell to get a record deal Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal Oh yes I'm greater than all MC's when I breeeze give me room please I be like fascinatin when I be updatin Cuttin off wack kids, pullin their trump cards I thump hard, and mak eem say that I'm God Niggaz be pretendin they hardcore Never know the meaning of [real hardcore] But I get props like a slogan and no man Could ever try to diss when I kicks my jam Lyrically def and connecting complete mic wrecking No double checking vocals kill like weapons But if I have to I go all out with no mic Yeah that's right cause I survived mad fights And for my peeps I truly care Cause without some of them I wouldn't be here And they all know how I feel Cause suckers be like playin themselves to have mass appeal I know I'm dope but don't wet that I've suffered setbacks but now I'm makin greenbacks Just like baggy slacks I'm crazy hip-hop Check one two and you don't stop Your head'll bop when I drop my crop of pure bomb, just like the seashore I'm calm But wild, with my monotone style Because I don't need gimmicks Gimme a fly beat and I'm all in it Word is bond I go on and on For you it's tragic I got magic like wands So I'ma end this lecture and I betcha Those who kick dirt and do time I'm gonna get cha Cause I be kickin the real While they be losin the race tryin to chase mass appeal |
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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
[some Jamaican gwal]
No matta wat we fyace We mus face de moment of trut baybe Chorus: Guru They say it's lonely at the top, in whatever you do You always gotta watch motherfuckers around you Nobody's invincible, no plan is foolproof We all must meet our moment of truth Verse One: Guru The same sheisty cats that you hang with, and do your thang with could set you up and wet you up, nigga peep the language It's universal, you play with fire it may hurt you or burn you, lessons are blessings you should learn through Let's face facts, although MC's lace tracks it doesn't mean behind the scenes there ain't no dirt to trace back That goes for all of us, there ain't nobody to trust It's like sabotage, it's got me ready to bust But I can't jeapordize, what I have done up to this point So I'ma get more guys, to help me run the whole joint Cultivate, multiply, motivate, or else we'll die You know I be the masterof the who what where and why See when you're shinin, some chumps'll wanna dull ya Always selfish jealous punks, will wanna pull ya down, just like some shellfish in a bucket cause they love it, to see your ass squirm like a worm But just as you'll receive what is comin to you Everybody else is gonna get theirs too I ain't no saint, therefore I cannot dispute That everyone must meet their moment of truth Chorus: Guru Actions have reactions, don't be quick to judge You may not know the harships people don't speak of It's best to step back, and observe with couth For we all must meet our moment of truth Verse Two: Guru Sometimes you gotta dig deep, when problems come near Don't fear things get severe for everybody everywhere Why do bad things happen, to good people? Seems that life is just a constant war between good and evil The situation that I'm facin, is mad amazin to think such problems can arise from minor confrontations Now I'm contemplatin in my bedroom pacin Dark clouds over my head, my heart's racin Suicide? Nah, I'm not a foolish guy Don't even feel like drinking, or even gettin high Cause all that's gonna do really, is accelerate the anxieties that I wish I could alleviate But wait, I've been through a whole lot of other shit, before So I oughta be able, to withstand some more But I'm sweatin though, my eyes are turnin red and yo I'm ready to lose my mind but instead I use my mind I put down the knife, and take the bullets out my nine My only crime, was that I'm too damn kind And now some skanless motherfuckers wanna take what's mine But they can't take the respect, that I've earned in my lifetime And you know they'll never stop the furious force of my rhymes So like they say, every dog has it's day And like they say, God works in a mysterious way So I pray, remembering the days of my youth As I prepare to meet my moment of truth ("You should know the truth And the truth shall set you free" -- from _Who's Gonna Take the Weight?_) Verse Three: Guru Yo I got one lyric pointed at your head for start Another one, is pointed at your weak ass heart Now if I pull the trigger, on these fully loaded lines You're gonna wish I woulda pulled a black nine, I mack dimes Crack the spines of the fake gangsters Yeah the bitin triflin niggaz, and the studio pranksters Yo lookin at the situation plainly: will you remain G? Or will you be looked upon strangely? I reign as the articulator, with the greater data Revolvin on the TASCAM much doper than my last jam While others struggle to juggle, tricky metaphots I explore more, to expose the core A lot of MC's, act stupid to me And we have yet to see, if they can match our longevity But anyway it's just another day Another fake jack I slay with my spectac' rap display Styles, smooth but rugged -- you can't push or shove it You dig it and you dug it cause like money you love it The king of monotone, with my own throne Righteously violent prone my words bring winds like cyclones Stormin your hideout, blockin out your sunlight Your image and your business, were truly not done right Throw up your he-Allah-I now, divine saviors You got no hand skills there's no security to save ya No pager, no celly, no drop top Benz-y I came to bring your phone hip-hop, to an ending My art of war will leave you sore from the abuse Cause you must meet your moment of truth First Chorus |
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from Gang Starr - Hard To Earn (1994)
It's mostly tha voice, that gets you up
It's mostly tha voice, that makes you buck A lot of rappers got flavor, and some got skills But if your voice ain't dope then you need to [chill... chill... ] Up steps one, and he gets done Then up steps another, he gets smothered That's word to mother, or should I say moms I drop bombs, scorchin niggaz like napalm Sucka, boy, get off my shit Get off my dick so what I make butter hits You better change your behavior, battling Gangstarr No religion could save ya My religion is rap, R-A-P R-E-A-L-I-T-Y, G Cause when I rock street kids rejoice I got mad rhymes, still It's mostly tha voice, that gets you up It's mostly tha voice, that makes you buck A lot of rappers got flavor, and some got skills But if your voice ain't dope then you need to [chill... chill... ] So when you think you know the whole you don't even know the half You're not a threat to myself, and neither to my staff Not the type to really dance too much, although I used to Rather bust a fresh line, and get loose to The blunted ill types of beats Premier makes Makes your girl's rear shake, let me set it straight It's mostly tha voice, that gets you up It's mostly tha voice, that makes you buck A lot of rappers got flavor, and some got skills But if your voice ain't dope then you need to [chill... chill... ] Some rappers use hooks to this shit But if you took that shit out and you took all the music out What would remain? The voice no doubt Bless my soul I control when in pimp mode My bank roll expands I invest in my man I plan, to keep rap real so if your shit ain't fat then kneel You squeal, feeling pain from my oral flex what about oral sex, which chick's next To open wide and get a chunk from a real brother Yeah, some real funk from a real brother They get sprung and most of them don't recover But I don't diss em I just talk to em Cause the sound, of my voice, it does a lot to em So you and, the niggaz right there Be aware, like SWV, I'm right here Waitin to correct your ass And if you don't follow now I'll disrespect your ass More Vicious than Sid, do a crime with no bid I tell a bitch that I didn't when you know that I did Take a trip to a land a-far Then come back, and people still know Gangstarr See I'm the ladies choice Cause I got crazy styles, still It's mostly tha voice, that gets you up It's mostly tha voice, that makes you buck A lot of rappers got flavor, and some got skills But if your voice ain't dope then you need to [chill... chill... ] Oh shit Shug, whattup [Whassup money?] Just loungin, about to go do this shit in the studio [Oh yeah, you just let me get on that shit You always said I could get on, you need to let me get on that] Word? [For real man] Yo man [Don't front on that shit] I'm sayin yo, if I let you get busy, youknowhatI'msayin you can't be dissapointin me [I flip shit, I'ma flip shit on this] Aight man, let's go |
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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
Yo, yo, gu-rizzi, yo.
Yo, whassup, son? Yo, man, you know what I mean? I need this money, man. Get up, out in these, in these streets, man. Yo, so what's the deal, god? I'm sayin', what you need though? Yo, let me have like, two or three, three g's, man. I'm sayin', I'm sayin' son, man. You know what happened last time, though? I gotta do what I gotta do, man. I gotta eat, man. Whassup man? Oh, your baby momma stressin' you? Way past the days of the deuce, me and you stays a crew. Only a few percent knew what me and you went through. We've been sent to dominate, these corny come-lates, And set this crooked rap shit straight, from Crenshaw to Castlegate. Like Pete and C.L., I reminisce over days, From the streets of Boston to New York, and all the ways For certain niggaz to blow up, and crime paid. But my praise goes to the most high, 'Cause some nights I got so wild, yo, I almost died. Some stuff I got into, really scarred my mental. Pops wasn't tryin' to hear it, 'cause of what he been through. Still, like my nigga, Havoc, said, sometimes you gotta Hit your crew off, so they can make some bread. 'Cause no matter the weather, niggaz be needin' cheddar, And things in this world are more fucked up than ever. So let's make this bond, to keep this hip-hop strong. You a man, Baby Pop, you know right from wrong. So stay out of trouble, and that goes for me too. That's what we need to do, that's my advice to you. You remember what happened last time, when you got knocked, Doin' your thing, sewin' shit up on the block? You need to stop, 'fore you get caught, again. Or you get shot, and I lose another friend. "Any man with the plan, is precise with his life; Think twice." My advice to you, cut down on champagne and booze. For a nigga like me, most time that shit's bad news. It's like lightin' a fuse, whether it's sneakers or shoes; 'Cause somebody always want to step up, to start a feud. It's like settin' it off, but not the movie. Plus let's get some real women, forget floozies and the groupies; 'Cause they spell mad problems, from Watts to Harlem. And the bullshit won't stop, 'long as the world's revolvin'. And I recall when niggaz knew my pops had clout, But they didn't know my sorry-ass was gettin' kicked out. And they was seein' if I wanted to come bubble with them, And make my ends triple, and double, with them. And get in trouble with them, now memories of them. I wear 'em in my heart, like a emblem. I doubt we'd ever be bigtime sellin' dope, coke, or dust. It's killin us; let's take our people, and make a exodus. Annhilation, inhilation through the lungs. Or extermination, by the use of dirty guns. Triple beam dreams, and drug schemes of mad cream, 'Could be a sad scene when you go to that extreme. "Any man with the plan is precise with his life; Think twice." My advice, is to you... |
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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
From New York straight talk, America's best (3X)
"Yo I'm not new to this I'm true to this" "Word up!" "From New York straight talk... America's best" [Guru] Yo, it doesn't make sense, for you to compete against this New York vibe that gets your whole body tense Calm down, listen to a brother who knows Cause the rappers out here come up with mad different types of flows Switch-up, change-up, yo pull the range up so we can build on this shit, for real that's how we came up Used to ride the subway trains back and forth Now I push an E-Class, four-two-zero of course Still material gains, make one more aware of all the madness and the civil unrest that's out here I doubt there, is anyplace more complex You can get lost in the sauce, New York'll have you vexed Who's next to get served, herbs'll get knocked off Burning flammable rappers, is how I get my rocks off I pop your top off as if you were the bottle then I'll drain all your fluid, you're better off playing lotto Bright lights, big city and the dark alleyways New York we get the money all day everyday "From New York straight talk, America's best" "Yo I'm not new to this I'm true to this" "Word up!" "From New York straight talk... America's best" [Guru] True if you can make it out here, you can make it anywhere That means a lot of rappers, they should stay away from here cause we still care, about the total artform Niggaz could sell more records but they still can't flip a live forum Plus everybody out here ain't talkin true shit either Mad niggaz is fakin jacks, I don't like them neither But the competition keeps me on point that's why I lamp in the studio composin fresh new joints from the streets, Medina, Manhattan, Staten, P-Lawn The struggle continues, everybody wants to be on The rat race, makes this lifestyle fast paced I've loved it since the days of fat shoelace Screwface me all you want, but I'm used to it I'll never give up rep in New York, I'm true to it From forty-deuce to Queens, back to East New Yi We takin no shorts, and plus we showin no pity Bright lights, big city and the dark alleyways New York, we get the money all day everyday "From New York... straight talk..." "Yo.. I'm.. not.. new.. to.. this" "America's best" "Word up!" "From New York straight talk, America's best" "Yo I'm not new to this I'm true to this" "Word up!" "From New York straight talk... America's best" [Guru] You get bent up, sent up creek, without a paddle You want to battle? Well I live in New York so think twice blink twice now your Roley and Lincoln's gone Don't come into this rap game if you don't belong You won't be on but for a minute anyway You're just a scavenger, you don't live this life everyday Rap is regional, so you can check the demographics Everybody represent where they live, cause shit is drastic confusion, while I'm givin rappers contusions And people don't realize that real hip-hop is losing They want to shut us down, and I say, "Shut up clown!" Cause New York is too corrupt and too tough to lay down and just quit, cause MC's out here kick serious lyrics And I come to you, with my infinite spirit Not takin nothin from your hood or your set But GangStarr could be a threat, in New York we rep That's where it comes from, that's why you're feelin it So why suppress it, I'd rather be revealin it Bright lights, big city and dark alleyways New York we get the money all day everyday "From New York straight talk... America's best" |
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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
Intro: Guru
Word is bond these cats been on the mic fantasizing a LOT So called MC's wannabe rappers and all that whatever You get your knot rocked kid yo Chorus: Guru You thought you brought your best lines but they couldn't touch mine I rocked you in your knot hope you have better luck next time (repeat 2X) Verse One: Guru So just perhaps you wanna challenge my style of rap Talkin bout you bust caps, we know that's just a pile of crap The underground is where I dwell at It's where I find my heaven, and where you find your hell at You're in my clutches now, you get slit up and lit up just like some Dutches now, see I'm hard to define My mind travels far, from ghettoes to galaxies representin GangStarr -- The street life The reason why my mic ignites, I bring more ruckus than a nightclub fight, or bar brawl I'm swingin lyrics like broken glass palm to skull y'all Hold your head, cause all that weak shit is dead See the times are changin, and me and my peeps is gettin crazy fed So remember when you writing your rhymes Stop fantasizing, and bring some real shit next time Yeah, bring some real shit, yo Chorus Verse Two: Guru Yo, I do what I have to do to master you and capture you Until you recognize, what my rapture can do You thought I wouldn't step up, to keep my rep up I ain't them other kids, I don't need to play no catchup I got too much pride for this, I know some niggaz that'll ride for this, with me it's do or die for this Street knowledge, intellect and spirituality My survival package, as I deal with reality I'm like Fishburne in Hoodlum when I come to do em Chew em up, spit em out, the most respected no doubt You seen me in action so act you been knowin The G-U-R-U, of the Gang, I've been flowing just like the river Niger all the way to the Hudson Had so many lyrics stashed, and I couldn't wait to bust some Lately, I've watched this game evolve and elevate So now I push my music like drug dealers push weight Straight like that, straight out the gate Cause it's never too late, to set this fuckin record straight But it is too late, for you and your crew son You had the audacity to come against me, the gifted one? And Primo with the tracks, to inspire my next line You've got no wins here, so better luck next time Chorus (cut short in 2nd repeat at 'I rocked you in your knot...') Yeah yeah Better luck next time ('Not this time but next time' -- LL Cool J) |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
Just a nice girl, in the wrong place Just a nice nice girl, in the wrong place [Guru] What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? You wanna take my chips I wanna take you on trips So you can help me get my won Go ahead try it for me here's the story of my money I'm the owner and I do more than bone you Maybe help you in fam like Princeton Apollonia You looking right I see you hooking the night But something about you got me pushing up tight Do that dance like Aphrodite cause you mighty Might be the trick that make me trip just slightly Your eyes twist and your breast acts on times as hitten If it ain't love it is thuggish just smithen I'm felling on ya like I'm reading your aura So, and I hope that I can see you tomorrow Remembering your face like this And be chased like this What you doing in a place like this? [Chorus: Boy Big] Just a nice girl, in the wrong place And I think I'm getting you in a major way Just a nice girl, in the wrong place yeahyeahyeah Whatcha doin in a place like this? [Guru] What's a nice girl like you doing here like this? busting your heels like this, I know you feel like shit And you feel like calling it quits, but you need that dough Paying for school I can see that yo You're intelligent similar to Angelo I'm understanding you, I got big plans for you Your (?) got you going places You chasing money, ain't no funny faces You s-serious, just delirious You like your little outfit, I like the way you wear it You say your last man was too jealous Your too young to settle down, girl I let you tell 'em You're not a video chick not a groupie Just an ambitious young woman with juicy lips Remembering your face like this And be chased like this What you doing in a place like this [Chorus] [Guru] What's a nice lady doing i |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
Just a nice girl, in the wrong place Just a nice nice girl, in the wrong place
[Guru] What′s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? You wanna take my chips I wanna take you on trips So you can help me get my won Go ahead try it for me here′s the story of my money I′m the owner and I do more than bone you Maybe help you in fam like Princeton Apollonia You looking right I see you hooking the night But something about you got me pushing up tight Do that dance like Aphrodite cause you mighty Might be the trick that make me trip just slightly Your eyes twist and your breast acts on times as hitten If it ain′t love it is thuggish just smithen I′m felling on ya like I′m reading your aura So, and I hope that I can see you tomorrow Remembering your face like this And be chased like this What you doing in a place like this? [Chorus: Boy Big] Just a nice girl, in the wrong place And I think I′m getting you in a major way Just a nice girl, in the wrong place yeahyeahyeah Whatcha doin in a place like this? [Guru] What′s a nice girl like you doing here like this? busting your heels like this, I know you feel like shit And you feel like calling it quits, but you need that dough Paying for school I can see that yo You′re intelligent similar to Angelo I′m understanding you, I got big plans for you Your (?) got you going places You chasing money, ain′t no funny faces You s-serious, just delirious You like your little outfit, I like the way you wear it You say your last man was too jealous Your too young to settle down, girl I let you tell ′em You′re not a video chick not a groupie Just an ambitious young woman with juicy lips Remembering your face like this And be chased like this What you doing in a place like this [Chorus] [Guru] What′s a nice lady doing i |
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from Gang Starr - Hard To Earn (1994)
[Guru] Yo Duke, you're dead wrong; tou'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 basket case Let's separate the men from the boys And put your money where your mouth is, no time for toys Your game is weak you geek so don't sleep Cause I'll be checkin ya, wreckin 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 beat down You better play the background, and sit back down Chumps like you, I gotta keep 'em in line So prepare to suffer boy, cause now you're mine {*DJ Premier scratching*} [Guru] I'll fake you left and go right, straight down the lane Here's one in your eye; you'll 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 up my offense, commence to kill I'll be leadin from beginnin to end And after I pound 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 swattin with ease, and the ladies are swoonin Clockin my swiftness, while you're droolin You oughtta practice up and get your game refined I've been waitin to dog you, and now you're mine {*DJ Premier scratching*} [Guru] 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 You're weak see, I'm rough hardcore And even be down to give you a rematch After I wax and tax that butt When I slam the alley-oop, you can rally troops But I'll play the awesome defense I'll pick your pocket, and send you to the bench With tears in your eyes as you realize the prize is for me Yes all the money Son, my form is too nice, my handle's precise I'll take you right or go left Because my game's so def, and now you're mine {*DJ Premier scratching*} |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
[Guru] Yo Duke, you're dead wrong; tou'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 basket case Let's separate the men from the boys And put your money where your mouth is, no time for toys Your game is weak you geek so don't sleep Cause I'll be checkin ya, wreckin 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 beat down You better play the background, and sit back down Chumps like you, I gotta keep 'em in line So prepare to suffer boy, cause now you're mine {*DJ Premier scratching*} [Guru] I'll fake you left and go right, straight down the lane Here's one in your eye; you'll 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 up my offense, commence to kill I'll be leadin from beginnin to end And after I pound 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 swattin with ease, and the ladies are swoonin Clockin my swiftness, while you're droolin You oughtta practice up and get your game refined I've been waitin to dog you, and now you're mine {*DJ Premier scratching*} [Guru] 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 You're weak see, I'm rough hardcore And even be down to give you a rematch After I wax and tax that butt When I slam the alley-oop, you can rally troops But I'll play the awesome defense I'll pick your pocket, and send you to the bench With tears in your eyes as you realize the prize is for me Yes all the money Son, my form is too nice, my handle's precise I'll take you right or go left Because my game's so def, and now you're mine {*DJ Premier scratching*} |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
[Guru] Yo Duke, you're dead wrong; tou'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 basket case Let's separate the men from the boys And put your money where your mouth is, no time for toys Your game is weak you geek so don't sleep Cause I'll be checkin ya, wreckin 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 beat down You better play the background, and sit back down Chumps like you, I gotta keep 'em in line So prepare to suffer boy, cause now you're mine {*DJ Premier scratching*} [Guru] I'll fake you left and go right, straight down the lane Here's one in your eye; you'll 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 up my offense, commence to kill I'll be leadin from beginnin to end And after I pound 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 swattin with ease, and the ladies are swoonin Clockin my swiftness, while you're droolin You oughtta practice up and get your game refined I've been waitin to dog you, and now you're mine {*DJ Premier scratching*} [Guru] 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 You're weak see, I'm rough hardcore And even be down to give you a rematch After I wax and tax that butt When I slam the alley-oop, you can rally troops But I'll play the awesome defense I'll pick your pocket, and send you to the bench With tears in your eyes as you realize the prize is for me Yes all the money Son, my form is too nice, my handle's precise I'll take you right or go left Because my game's so def, and now you're mine {*DJ Premier scratching*} |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
Aiyyo, what the FUCK is this shit that y'all are listenin to nowadays on the radio man? You call that shit hip-hop? THAT'S SOME FAGGOT BITCH SHIT Y'ALL ARE LISTENIN TO! All you DJ's are lettin the program directors handcuff you and sit there and tell you how to mix?! YOU FUCKIN ROBOTS! FUCK Y'ALL!!! [Guru] Real talk, serious thoughts True and livin with a youthful vengeance, yo [Primo: "Trust me, I'm as live as it gets"] [Guru] At times I feel like my back's against the wall And if y'all ain't with me, then it's me against y'all I stand my ground, that's what I was taught While others stand around, I hold it down like a fort In the midst of war, I find peace within Run, lock your doors, don't let the beast get in The mind is a terrible thing to waste I show love cause it's a terrible thing to hate Of course I want money, but I won't compromise Y'all don't realize, think I won't bomb you guys? With the truth nigga, stop misleadin the youth nigga Too many wakes and funerals, that's the proof nigga Our hood's in danger, kids need guidance You keep lyin, still the young keep dyin As I walk through the valley I fear none, yes I'm the chairman Here with my nigga Premier son And we came to change the game We represent the pain that's real talk, what's y'all claim to fame? Rappers simply tracin flows and chasin hoes Frontin mad hard, that shit's amazin yo Producers makin Tinkerbell beats for them to rhyme on Their ass if they get on the same stage that I'm on Our shit be rugged, like the New York streets Make the wrong move stupid then you lose your seat Cats be buyin up |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
Aiyyo, what the FUCK is this shit that y'all are listenin to
nowadays on the radio man? You call that shit hip-hop? THAT'S SOME FAGGOT BITCH SHIT Y'ALL ARE LISTENIN TO! All you DJ's are lettin the program directors handcuff you and sit there and tell you how to mix?! YOU FUCKIN ROBOTS! FUCK Y'ALL!!! [Guru] Real talk, serious thoughts True and livin with a youthful vengeance, yo [Primo: "Trust me, I'm as live as it gets"] [Guru] At times I feel like my back's against the wall And if y'all ain't with me, then it's me against y'all I stand my ground, that's what I was taught While others stand around, I hold it down like a fort In the midst of war, I find peace within Run, lock your doors, don't let the beast get in The mind is a terrible thing to waste I show love cause it's a terrible thing to hate Of course I want money, but I won't compromise Y'all don't realize, think I won't bomb you guys? With the truth nigga, stop misleadin the youth nigga Too many wakes and funerals, that's the proof nigga Our hood's in danger, kids need guidance You keep lyin, still the young keep dyin As I walk through the valley I fear none, yes I'm the chairman Here with my nigga Premier son And we came to change the game We represent the pain that's real talk, what's y'all claim to fame? Rappers simply tracin flows and chasin hoes Frontin mad hard, that shit's amazin yo Producers makin Tinkerbell beats for them to rhyme on Their ass if they get on the same stage that I'm on Our shit be rugged, like the New York streets Make the wrong move stupid then you lose your seat Cats be buyin up |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
"Y'all cats know we always play to win" ->Guru "Players get your pay up" [Verse One: Guru] For my respect, I just might have to shut you down Hang your punk ass from a limb, they'll have to cut you down See I'm tired of you faggots kickin dirt on my name While you rap clone phonies only hurtin the game I'm too persistant, plus I flow too vicious Bout to expose you hoes, this shit is too twisted Rappers be actin, like they rich or somethin When they get robbed like a herb, that's what they get for frontin I'm in the top ten, one of the best of all time Been known to drop men - who CARES if the rest of y'all rhyme? You're mediocre son, you're barely average kid Your style's Chi-Chi, wanna see me crack yo' cabbage kid? From the hood to the corporate, give up your goods and forfeit This is George Foreman style, watch me cook this raw shit More chips, watch us rake 'em in And y'all cats know we always play to win [scratching by Premier] "Y'all cats know we always play to win" ->Guru "Real.. rough rhymes" "Y'all cats know we always play to win" ->Guru "Players get your pay up" [Verse Two: Guru] I'm hot so they're feelin me, you're not so you're killin me You're hatin on the low, tried to block my soliloquy While you spread rumors, I'ma dead you junior Have your mind blown, poundin your dome like head tumors Family tradition when I'm randomly spittin And girls love my voice, they say it's handsomely different I never won awards, no Grammys and things Back in the days did sticks, made niggaz hand me they rings What goes around comes around, they tried me later But I survived a |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
"Y'all cats know we always play to win" ->Guru "Players get your pay up" [Verse One: Guru] For my respect, I just might have to shut you down Hang your punk ass from a limb, they'll have to cut you down See I'm tired of you faggots kickin dirt on my name While you rap clone phonies only hurtin the game I'm too persistant, plus I flow too vicious Bout to expose you hoes, this shit is too twisted Rappers be actin, like they rich or somethin When they get robbed like a herb, that's what they get for frontin I'm in the top ten, one of the best of all time Been known to drop men - who CARES if the rest of y'all rhyme? You're mediocre son, you're barely average kid Your style's Chi-Chi, wanna see me crack yo' cabbage kid? From the hood to the corporate, give up your goods and forfeit This is George Foreman style, watch me cook this raw shit More chips, watch us rake 'em in And y'all cats know we always play to win [scratching by Premier] "Y'all cats know we always play to win" ->Guru "Real.. rough rhymes" "Y'all cats know we always play to win" ->Guru "Players get your pay up" [Verse Two: Guru] I'm hot so they're feelin me, you're not so you're killin me You're hatin on the low, tried to block my soliloquy While you spread rumors, I'ma dead you junior Have your mind blown, poundin your dome like head tumors Family tradition when I'm randomly spittin And girls love my voice, they say it's handsomely different I never won awards, no Grammys and things Back in the days did sticks, made niggaz hand me they rings What goes around comes around, they tried me later But I survived a |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
[Verse One: Guru] Stupid, you know it's time to sit and think, before we hit the brink Lockerroom, at a prize fight, before he hit the ring Like when I tell these corporate leeches they can't get a thing Or when I tell relentless rappers they had better sing The position that anyone holds could be up to grabs I'm waitin up the ave to see if anyone folds Since I was twenty-one years old and legal I knew the difference between gimmicky gangsters and powerful people I'm the reason, why the game is flipped I'm the reason, why your aim is missed I'm the reason why you're mad I only sprained my wrist The reason my mindframe is trained in this You like gunfire? Better acquire the taste Cuz youf walk aroun' with full pounds by dem waist Deface property, they be laced properly Rules are rules, fools are fools, I react logically Ain't no way, so come, make my day Like Tom Hanks I earn long bank and Cast you Away [Premier scratching] "This mic in my hand, I'm rulin!" "I repeat, this is not a question" [Chorus: Guru] (Krumbsnatcha) Oh you brag about the ki's you flipped and who you done up Nigga whattup? (Put up or shut up!) Poppin shit about the chicks and the whips you got You think you hot? (Uh-uh, man - you put up or shut up!) Always talkin bout your dough and your wealth and fame Youse a lame (Get out of here - put up or shut up!) You got hot beats and kids that can spit mad fire? Youse a liar! (That's whack - put up or shut up!) [Premier sample: "This mic in my hand, I'm rulin!"] [Verse Two: Guru] Aiyyo I've seen the toughest of tough guys, the ro |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
[Verse One: Guru]
Stupid, you know it's time to sit and think, before we hit the brink Lockerroom, at a prize fight, before he hit the ring Like when I tell these corporate leeches they can't get a thing Or when I tell relentless rappers they had better sing The position that anyone holds could be up to grabs I'm waitin up the ave to see if anyone folds Since I was twenty-one years old and legal I knew the difference between gimmicky gangsters and powerful people I'm the reason, why the game is flipped I'm the reason, why your aim is missed I'm the reason why you're mad I only sprained my wrist The reason my mindframe is trained in this You like gunfire? Better acquire the taste Cuz youf walk aroun' with full pounds by dem waist Deface property, they be laced properly Rules are rules, fools are fools, I react logically Ain't no way, so come, make my day Like Tom Hanks I earn long bank and Cast you Away [Premier scratching] "This mic in my hand, I'm rulin!" "I repeat, this is not a question" [Chorus: Guru] (Krumbsnatcha) Oh you brag about the ki's you flipped and who you done up Nigga whattup? (Put up or shut up!) Poppin shit about the chicks and the whips you got You think you hot? (Uh-uh, man - you put up or shut up!) Always talkin bout your dough and your wealth and fame Youse a lame (Get out of here - put up or shut up!) You got hot beats and kids that can spit mad fire? Youse a liar! (That's whack - put up or shut up!) [Premier sample: "This mic in my hand, I'm rulin!"] [Verse Two: Guru] Aiyyo I've seen the toughest of tough guys, the ro |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
[Chorus: Guru] Riot act, this is where we really prepare Riot act, out here we show no fear RIOT ACT, time to protect our communities Riot act, real criminals get immunity RIOT ACT, eye for an eye - so yo who want it? RIOT ACT, rushin all you cowards who fronted Riot act, let's bring the power to the people RIOT ACT, no justice then we gotta come see you [Verse One: Guru] Just like a thunderous gun clap, you wonder who done that Put you under with one rap, me and the brothers have come back We'll lash you for tryin that, we know you been lyin cat So now you be lyin flat, we'll read you the riot act Whassup you little fuck, get your life right Cause there's too much goin in the world, and shit ain't quite right See you're just addin to the problem Young gun, high-strung, ready to trey-eight revolve 'em Knot nearly in your waist, you step up in the place Catch one off guard, he lookin silly in the face But hear they come with the M-16's They got teargas, helmets and clubs - knahmean? It's martial law in these streets It's like Afghanistan man, it's gettin raw in the streets Still you demand your rights, I understand your plight But do the knowledge if you plan to fight [Chorus] [Verse Two: Guru] So realize what it is to be oppressed and afflicted Subjected to sick shit, knowin others live different FUCK THAT, the streets about to blow again They forgot, so we gotta let 'em know again Huh, we'll blast you for tryin that, we know you been lyin cat So now you be lyin flat, we'll read you the riot act Soldiers, let's show these cowards what's up The hood a |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
[Chorus: Guru] Riot act, this is where we really prepare Riot act, out here we show no fear RIOT ACT, time to protect our communities Riot act, real criminals get immunity RIOT ACT, eye for an eye - so yo who want it? RIOT ACT, rushin all you cowards who fronted Riot act, let's bring the power to the people RIOT ACT, no justice then we gotta come see you [Verse One: Guru] Just like a thunderous gun clap, you wonder who done that Put you under with one rap, me and the brothers have come back We'll lash you for tryin that, we know you been lyin cat So now you be lyin flat, we'll read you the riot act Whassup you little fuck, get your life right Cause there's too much goin in the world, and shit ain't quite right See you're just addin to the problem Young gun, high-strung, ready to trey-eight revolve 'em Knot nearly in your waist, you step up in the place Catch one off guard, he lookin silly in the face But hear they come with the M-16's They got teargas, helmets and clubs - knahmean? It's martial law in these streets It's like Afghanistan man, it's gettin raw in the streets Still you demand your rights, I understand your plight But do the knowledge if you plan to fight [Chorus] [Verse Two: Guru] So realize what it is to be oppressed and afflicted Subjected to sick shit, knowin others live different FUCK THAT, the streets about to blow again They forgot, so we gotta let 'em know again Huh, we'll blast you for tryin that, we know you been lyin cat So now you be lyin flat, we'll read you the riot act Soldiers, let's show these cowards what's up The hood a |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
"Wh-wh-wh-what can I say? Let me explain this to you..."
[GangStarr] Yo, I don't even want to fight with you man I'll lay you right where you stand You can catch a few shells One go right through your polo, man Usually I'm dolo and I gotta crazy team Car kissed the ride on you, watch for the laserbeam Shit, it's that Ol' G Flavor Remind you of a quarter bodega and that oldie behavior All point but I ain't tryna scuffle with chumps My long joints got the culture power plus the double pump Troublesome, to anyone who stands in the way I'll stand and I'll spray, FUCK if ya man is in the way Your girl want me 'cause I do it better than you The whole world wants me nigga, I'ma legend to you Like LL, Rakim, Ice-T and them niggaz Like Cube, Snoop and Dre, I'ma be seenin them figures It don't matter, you don't have to be likin me man Keep playin, you'll be layin there, right where you stand [Chorus: Jadakiss] Gun on my waist, knife in my hand I keep tellin you cowards, I'ma leave you there right where you stand I don't want to talk and I ain't tryna want to fight with ya man Tryna get it over quick, leave you right where you stand Some say I'm trifflin, sometimes I'm rightfully am But I don't give a fuck, I'ma leave you right where you stand You just mad, you will never be as nice as I am D-Block, GangStarr leave you right where you stand, what [Jadakiss] You want to know why I invest all my money into haze and into dope 'cause right now, I'm currently a slave for Interscope Respect first, then money - basic shit If you got niggaz under pressure, you could take they shit Listen, I'ma leave you right where you stand Have the ambulance pass ya Timberlands off right to ya man 'cause he pussy, he ain't gonna do nothin but look When it come to beef, he don't want to do nothing but cook As soon as the chrome scope him, right there, two in the dome Smokin, Kiss keep funeral homes open I fall back, smoke an ounce in the dark Bounce on a Preme track like I bounce on a NARC Keep playin, why'all niggaz will burn and you know they say it takes somethin to happen for niggaz to learn Let the .40 Cal give em a perm This industry is like bacteria and my flow is a germ Just mad 'cause you'll never be as nice as I am J to the mwah and I'll leave you right where you stand, huh... "You gangstas is cosmetic..." "Keep playin, you'll be layin there, right where you stand..." "My people from the hood stay on the grind..." "D-Block, GangStarr leave you right where you stand, what..." "You gangstas is cosmetic..." "W-w-w-w-w-word..." [GangStarr] I see you got the fear of God in you We'll tear your heart in two Too bad you didn't know what you got into Yeah, the most righteous, till Malcolm got a close likeness My name carry weight to capitate most vipers Hot rhymes, spit a dime, hit a case beater Flow is angry like I'm in your face with heaters Chasin divas - nah, I don't ever have to do that P.I. till I die and I laugh at you cats You happy perhaps 'cause you got dough and bitches But no love from streets only for moles and snitches Only from the meatlapin, suckers won't see it happen Cross that line, then it's time for the heat clappin I do my thing like the whole planet depends on me I got game to make Janet want to spend on me Some say I'm trifflin and sometimes I'm rightfully am Getcha man, I'll lay him right where he stand [Chorus] ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By WHITFIELD, NORMAN J./STRONG, BARRETT/ELAM, KEITH <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
"Wh-wh-wh-what can I say? Let me explain this to you..."
[GangStarr] Yo, I don't even want to fight with you man I'll lay you right where you stand You can catch a few shells One go right through your polo, man Usually I'm dolo and I gotta crazy team Car kissed the ride on you, watch for the laserbeam Shit, it's that Ol' G Flavor Remind you of a quarter bodega and that oldie behavior All point but I ain't tryna scuffle with chumps My long joints got the culture power plus the double pump Troublesome, to anyone who stands in the way I'll stand and I'll spray, FUCK if ya man is in the way Your girl want me 'cause I do it better than you The whole world wants me nigga, I'ma legend to you Like LL, Rakim, Ice-T and them niggaz Like Cube, Snoop and Dre, I'ma be seenin them figures It don't matter, you don't have to be likin me man Keep playin, you'll be layin there, right where you stand [Chorus: Jadakiss] Gun on my waist, knife in my hand I keep tellin you cowards, I'ma leave you there right where you stand I don't want to talk and I ain't tryna want to fight with ya man Tryna get it over quick, leave you right where you stand Some say I'm trifflin, sometimes I'm rightfully am But I don't give a fuck, I'ma leave you right where you stand You just mad, you will never be as nice as I am D-Block, GangStarr leave you right where you stand, what [Jadakiss] You want to know why I invest all my money into haze and into dope 'cause right now, I'm currently a slave for Interscope Respect first, then money - basic shit If you got niggaz under pressure, you could take they shit Listen, I'ma leave you right where you stand Have the ambulance pass ya Timberlands off right to ya man 'cause he pussy, he ain't gonna do nothin but look When it come to beef, he don't want to do nothing but cook As soon as the chrome scope him, right there, two in the dome Smokin, Kiss keep funeral homes open I fall back, smoke an ounce in the dark Bounce on a Preme track like I bounce on a NARC Keep playin, why'all niggaz will burn and you know they say it takes somethin to happen for niggaz to learn Let the .40 Cal give em a perm This industry is like bacteria and my flow is a germ Just mad 'cause you'll never be as nice as I am J to the mwah and I'll leave you right where you stand, huh... "You gangstas is cosmetic..." "Keep playin, you'll be layin there, right where you stand..." "My people from the hood stay on the grind..." "D-Block, GangStarr leave you right where you stand, what..." "You gangstas is cosmetic..." "W-w-w-w-w-word..." [GangStarr] I see you got the fear of God in you We'll tear your heart in two Too bad you didn't know what you got into Yeah, the most righteous, till Malcolm got a close likeness My name carry weight to capitate most vipers Hot rhymes, spit a dime, hit a case beater Flow is angry like I'm in your face with heaters Chasin divas - nah, I don't ever have to do that P.I. till I die and I laugh at you cats You happy perhaps 'cause you got dough and bitches But no love from streets only for moles and snitches Only from the meatlapin, suckers won't see it happen Cross that line, then it's time for the heat clappin I do my thing like the whole planet depends on me I got game to make Janet want to spend on me Some say I'm trifflin and sometimes I'm rightfully am Getcha man, I'll lay him right where he stand [Chorus] ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By WHITFIELD, NORMAN J./STRONG, BARRETT/ELAM, KEITH <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
[Guru]
That makes me know that, we we we we're doin We had the right idea in the beginning And and we just need to maintain our focus, and elevate We what we do we update our formulas We have certain formulas but we update em (oh right) with the times, and everything y'know And and so.. y'know The rhyme style is elevated The style of beats is elevated but it's still Guru and Premier And it's always a message involved 'The real... hip-hop' 'MCing, and DJing.. from your own mind, ya know?' 'I, 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 whup ass Droppin lyrics that be hotter than sex and candlewax And one-dimensional MC's can't handle that While the world's revolvin, on it's axis I come with mad love and plus the illest warlike tactics The wilderness is filled with this; so many people searching for false lift, I'm here with the skills you've missed The rejected stone is now the cornerstone Sort of like the master builder when I make my way home You know my steez... 'You know my steez' --> Method Man 'Let em know, do your thing y'all' 'Keep it live' 'To the beat y'all' --> Flavor Flav The beat is sinister, Primo 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 Stealing 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 wannabe's gonna lie? Yo they must wanna fry, they can't touch the knowledge I personify I travel through the darkness carrying my torch The illest soldier, when I'm holding down the fort ('You know my steez' --> Method Man) You know my steez... 'Let em know, do your thing y'all' 'Keep it live' 'You know my steez' --> Method Man *repeat 4X with very last line modified as follows* '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 jet-set With juvenile rhymes makin fake-ass death threats Big deal, like En Vogue, here's something you can feel Styles more tangible, and 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, giving you a verbal asswhip Don't trip it's the gifted prolific one Known as Bald Head 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 nuccas that's suckas, yo Them motherfuckers are harrassable For I be speaking 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 song's, pathetic, synthetic, like Rayon Fat beats, they play on, want dope rhymes, put me on Word is bond... you know my steez |
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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
[K-Ci and JoJo] Ohhh yeah
[Guru] One of the meanest and the cleanest 난 가장 비열하고도 깨끗한 사람 중 하나 And still I'm kind of feindish when I'm at this 그러면서도 이런 일을 할 때는 악당의 면이 있지 Been doin this for eons, peons best to catch this 아주 오랜 시간 동안 이런 짓을 했어, 미숙한 놈들아 잘 봐 vision of excellence, precise rappin ability 완벽함의 모습과 정확한 래핑 실력을 말야 Bout to make some dead presidents, macking a million G '죽은 대통령'을 만들어내고, 백만 달러를 확보한 갱스터 *dead presidents - 별건 아니고, 지폐 위에 그려진 그림이 다 과거의 대통령이니까 이런 비유를 쓴 겁니다. The money though, it's got people actin funny yo 그래도 돈은, 사람들을 우습게 행동하게 만들어 As soon as some niggaz get some light, they be like dummies yo 어떤 이가 빛을 가지게 되는 순간, 아주 인형처럼 굴게 되지 Products and puppets and pawns, gettin played out 생산물과 인형과 졸개들, 모두다 놀아나 When authentic niggaz step up, respect be layed out 믿을만한 이가 이리로 올라오면, 존중심이 나오게 되지 Major effect to your sector, I'm the corrector 너의 구역엔 확실한 영향을 줘, 난 틀린 것을 정정해 Live and direct, waving my mic like a sceptor 라이브이면서도 직접적으로, 내 마이크를 홀(笏)처럼 휘두르지 *sceptor - 왕이 들고 다니는 막대기. 사전에 홀이라고 나와서 그대로 썼습니다. 뭔가 쉬운 단어가 있을 것 같으면서도-- Supreme exalted, universal leader 최고의 자리로 올라와, 전우주의 리더 Descendent of the kings and queens, the overseer 왕과 왕비의 자손, 이들의 감독 The overlord, cream of the crop, creme de la creme 군주, 모든 것의 진짜 알맹이, 크림과 같지 Spent years buildin with cats in the streets, so they my men 거리에서 친구들과 몇 년을 보냈어, 이젠 다 내 친구지 Again, GangStarr has done it 다시, Gang Starr가 해낸 거야 Remember too much jewels back in the days? You'd have to run it 너무 많은 보석을 가지고 다니던 때 기억해? 네가 가져야 할지도 Check it, the ground be hot under our feet 체크, 발 아래 이 지대는 뜨거워 So we be listening to beats to keep the cypher complete 그래서 우리는 비트를 들으면서 암호문을 완성시키려 해 Wether you kids be holdin, on the block all day 네 아이가 하루종일 거리에 있든지 Or you be puffing lye, out in the back hallway 저기 뒤 로비에서, 마약을 하든지 Or whether you being schooled, or in the library 학교에 있든지, 아니면 도서관에 있든지 Wherever you are Baby Pah, realize that your essence 니가 Baby Pah이든지, 너의 본질을 깨달아야 해 is divine son, and let it shine son 이건 중요해, 빛을 내는 거야 얘야 As we refine son, aiyyo, this shit'll blow your mind son 우리가 이 모든 것을 정화시키면, 너의 마음을 날릴 거야 We're royalty 우린 고귀한 자 Chorus: K-Ci and JoJo Wherever I go I want to take nothin less than the best 내가 가는 곳이 어디든, 최고가 아니면 되지 않아 Whatever I choose, I choose to do 뭘 선택하든, 난 행동으로 옮겨 I have to stand out from all the rest 나머지 이들보다는 앞서야하니까 Whatever I do, wherever I go 무얼 하든지, 어딜 가든지 I want to take nothin less than the best 최고가 아니면 난 바라지 않아 Whatever I choose, I choose to do 무얼 선택하든, 난 행동으로 옮겨 I just wanna stand out from all the rest 나머지 이들보다 앞서고 싶을 뿐이야 [Guru] And all the girls they want to spoil me 그리고 날 망치려 하는 모든 여자들 My honey annoits me with oils G 나의 꿀은 윤기를 내며 흘러 After work she greets me, and treats me like royalty 일이 끝나고 그녀는 날 반기고, 귀족처럼 날 대접하지 Works with me, giving herself, by my side 나와 함께 일하고, 내 옆에 그녀를 맡겨 She don't sweat me for loot, my fame, or my ride 내 돈, 유명함이나 내 차 때문에 땀을 흘리거나 하진 않아 A lot of ladies out there, be lookin lovely 많은 여자들이 바깥에서, 예쁜 얼굴을 하고 잇어 But they don't got no control of the their life, inside they're ugly 하지만 그들의 삶을 제어못하지, 속으로는 못 생긴 거야 Word to Bugsy, and to Red Alert Bugsy에게 한마디, 그리고 Red Alert에게도 Sway and Tech, and Funkmaster Flex to make your head jerk Sway and Tech, Funkmaster Flex가 니 머리를 흔들거야 Chicks go beserk when they see us in the spot 여자들은 우리를 보면 아주 환장을 해 K-Ci, JoJo and Primo, creepin to the top K-Ci, Jojo와 Primo가 정상으로 올라가 And to the sweethearts out there breaking hearts 그리고 남을 울리고 있는 예쁜 아가씨들 While we're takin part of this hip-hop art 우리가 힙합 예술의 한 부분을 장식하고 있을 때 Listen yo, the best way, it ain't always the fast way 잘 들어봐, 가장 좋은 방법이, 꼭 빠른 방법이란 법은 없지 And yes the best way, it ain't always to act nasty 그래 최고의 방법은, 꼭 점잖게 행동하는 것만도 아니야 I'll open up the door always before you pass me 니가 나를 지나기 전에 언제나 문을 열어둘게 Baby Doll, because you're royalty 귀여운 그대, 너는 고귀한 자 Chorus: K-Ci and JoJo ""GangStarr has to gots to be the sure shot"" --> Greg Nice ""Gang Starr는 확실한 한 방일 수 밖에 없지"" ""and it's like dat"" (Primo scratching) ""다 그런거야"" (repeat 4X) [K-Ci and JoJo freestyle singing] |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
[K-Ci and JoJo] Ohhh yeah
[Guru] One of the meanest and the cleanest 난 가장 비열하고도 깨끗한 사람 중 하나 And still I'm kind of feindish when I'm at this 그러면서도 이런 일을 할 때는 악당의 면이 있지 Been doin this for eons, peons best to catch this 아주 오랜 시간 동안 이런 짓을 했어, 미숙한 놈들아 잘 봐 vision of excellence, precise rappin ability 완벽함의 모습과 정확한 래핑 실력을 말야 Bout to make some dead presidents, macking a million G '죽은 대통령'을 만들어내고, 백만 달러를 확보한 갱스터 *dead presidents - 별건 아니고, 지폐 위에 그려진 그림이 다 과거의 대통령이니까 이런 비유를 쓴 겁니다. The money though, it's got people actin funny yo 그래도 돈은, 사람들을 우습게 행동하게 만들어 As soon as some niggaz get some light, they be like dummies yo 어떤 이가 빛을 가지게 되는 순간, 아주 인형처럼 굴게 되지 Products and puppets and pawns, gettin played out 생산물과 인형과 졸개들, 모두다 놀아나 When authentic niggaz step up, respect be layed out 믿을만한 이가 이리로 올라오면, 존중심이 나오게 되지 Major effect to your sector, I'm the corrector 너의 구역엔 확실한 영향을 줘, 난 틀린 것을 정정해 Live and direct, waving my mic like a sceptor 라이브이면서도 직접적으로, 내 마이크를 홀(笏)처럼 휘두르지 *sceptor - 왕이 들고 다니는 막대기. 사전에 홀이라고 나와서 그대로 썼습니다. 뭔가 쉬운 단어가 있을 것 같으면서도-- Supreme exalted, universal leader 최고의 자리로 올라와, 전우주의 리더 Descendent of the kings and queens, the overseer 왕과 왕비의 자손, 이들의 감독 The overlord, cream of the crop, creme de la creme 군주, 모든 것의 진짜 알맹이, 크림과 같지 Spent years buildin with cats in the streets, so they my men 거리에서 친구들과 몇 년을 보냈어, 이젠 다 내 친구지 Again, GangStarr has done it 다시, Gang Starr가 해낸 거야 Remember too much jewels back in the days? You'd have to run it 너무 많은 보석을 가지고 다니던 때 기억해? 네가 가져야 할지도 Check it, the ground be hot under our feet 체크, 발 아래 이 지대는 뜨거워 So we be listening to beats to keep the cypher complete 그래서 우리는 비트를 들으면서 암호문을 완성시키려 해 Wether you kids be holdin, on the block all day 네 아이가 하루종일 거리에 있든지 Or you be puffing lye, out in the back hallway 저기 뒤 로비에서, 마약을 하든지 Or whether you being schooled, or in the library 학교에 있든지, 아니면 도서관에 있든지 Wherever you are Baby Pah, realize that your essence 니가 Baby Pah이든지, 너의 본질을 깨달아야 해 is divine son, and let it shine son 이건 중요해, 빛을 내는 거야 얘야 As we refine son, aiyyo, this shit'll blow your mind son 우리가 이 모든 것을 정화시키면, 너의 마음을 날릴 거야 We're royalty 우린 고귀한 자 Chorus: K-Ci and JoJo Wherever I go I want to take nothin less than the best 내가 가는 곳이 어디든, 최고가 아니면 되지 않아 Whatever I choose, I choose to do 뭘 선택하든, 난 행동으로 옮겨 I have to stand out from all the rest 나머지 이들보다는 앞서야하니까 Whatever I do, wherever I go 무얼 하든지, 어딜 가든지 I want to take nothin less than the best 최고가 아니면 난 바라지 않아 Whatever I choose, I choose to do 무얼 선택하든, 난 행동으로 옮겨 I just wanna stand out from all the rest 나머지 이들보다 앞서고 싶을 뿐이야 [Guru] And all the girls they want to spoil me 그리고 날 망치려 하는 모든 여자들 My honey annoits me with oils G 나의 꿀은 윤기를 내며 흘러 After work she greets me, and treats me like royalty 일이 끝나고 그녀는 날 반기고, 귀족처럼 날 대접하지 Works with me, giving herself, by my side 나와 함께 일하고, 내 옆에 그녀를 맡겨 She don't sweat me for loot, my fame, or my ride 내 돈, 유명함이나 내 차 때문에 땀을 흘리거나 하진 않아 A lot of ladies out there, be lookin lovely 많은 여자들이 바깥에서, 예쁜 얼굴을 하고 잇어 But they don't got no control of the their life, inside they're ugly 하지만 그들의 삶을 제어못하지, 속으로는 못 생긴 거야 Word to Bugsy, and to Red Alert Bugsy에게 한마디, 그리고 Red Alert에게도 Sway and Tech, and Funkmaster Flex to make your head jerk Sway and Tech, Funkmaster Flex가 니 머리를 흔들거야 Chicks go beserk when they see us in the spot 여자들은 우리를 보면 아주 환장을 해 K-Ci, JoJo and Primo, creepin to the top K-Ci, Jojo와 Primo가 정상으로 올라가 And to the sweethearts out there breaking hearts 그리고 남을 울리고 있는 예쁜 아가씨들 While we're takin part of this hip-hop art 우리가 힙합 예술의 한 부분을 장식하고 있을 때 Listen yo, the best way, it ain't always the fast way 잘 들어봐, 가장 좋은 방법이, 꼭 빠른 방법이란 법은 없지 And yes the best way, it ain't always to act nasty 그래 최고의 방법은, 꼭 점잖게 행동하는 것만도 아니야 I'll open up the door always before you pass me 니가 나를 지나기 전에 언제나 문을 열어둘게 Baby Doll, because you're royalty 귀여운 그대, 너는 고귀한 자 Chorus: K-Ci and JoJo ""GangStarr has to gots to be the sure shot"" --> Greg Nice ""Gang Starr는 확실한 한 방일 수 밖에 없지"" ""and it's like dat"" (Primo scratching) ""다 그런거야"" (repeat 4X) [K-Ci and JoJo freestyle singing] |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
[K-Ci and JoJo] Ohhh yeah
[Guru] One of the meanest and the cleanest 난 가장 비열하고도 깨끗한 사람 중 하나 And still I'm kind of feindish when I'm at this 그러면서도 이런 일을 할 때는 악당의 면이 있지 Been doin this for eons, peons best to catch this 아주 오랜 시간 동안 이런 짓을 했어, 미숙한 놈들아 잘 봐 vision of excellence, precise rappin ability 완벽함의 모습과 정확한 래핑 실력을 말야 Bout to make some dead presidents, macking a million G '죽은 대통령'을 만들어내고, 백만 달러를 확보한 갱스터 *dead presidents - 별건 아니고, 지폐 위에 그려진 그림이 다 과거의 대통령이니까 이런 비유를 쓴 겁니다. The money though, it's got people actin funny yo 그래도 돈은, 사람들을 우습게 행동하게 만들어 As soon as some niggaz get some light, they be like dummies yo 어떤 이가 빛을 가지게 되는 순간, 아주 인형처럼 굴게 되지 Products and puppets and pawns, gettin played out 생산물과 인형과 졸개들, 모두다 놀아나 When authentic niggaz step up, respect be layed out 믿을만한 이가 이리로 올라오면, 존중심이 나오게 되지 Major effect to your sector, I'm the corrector 너의 구역엔 확실한 영향을 줘, 난 틀린 것을 정정해 Live and direct, waving my mic like a sceptor 라이브이면서도 직접적으로, 내 마이크를 홀(笏)처럼 휘두르지 *sceptor - 왕이 들고 다니는 막대기. 사전에 홀이라고 나와서 그대로 썼습니다. 뭔가 쉬운 단어가 있을 것 같으면서도-- Supreme exalted, universal leader 최고의 자리로 올라와, 전우주의 리더 Descendent of the kings and queens, the overseer 왕과 왕비의 자손, 이들의 감독 The overlord, cream of the crop, creme de la creme 군주, 모든 것의 진짜 알맹이, 크림과 같지 Spent years buildin with cats in the streets, so they my men 거리에서 친구들과 몇 년을 보냈어, 이젠 다 내 친구지 Again, GangStarr has done it 다시, Gang Starr가 해낸 거야 Remember too much jewels back in the days? You'd have to run it 너무 많은 보석을 가지고 다니던 때 기억해? 네가 가져야 할지도 Check it, the ground be hot under our feet 체크, 발 아래 이 지대는 뜨거워 So we be listening to beats to keep the cypher complete 그래서 우리는 비트를 들으면서 암호문을 완성시키려 해 Wether you kids be holdin, on the block all day 네 아이가 하루종일 거리에 있든지 Or you be puffing lye, out in the back hallway 저기 뒤 로비에서, 마약을 하든지 Or whether you being schooled, or in the library 학교에 있든지, 아니면 도서관에 있든지 Wherever you are Baby Pah, realize that your essence 니가 Baby Pah이든지, 너의 본질을 깨달아야 해 is divine son, and let it shine son 이건 중요해, 빛을 내는 거야 얘야 As we refine son, aiyyo, this shit'll blow your mind son 우리가 이 모든 것을 정화시키면, 너의 마음을 날릴 거야 We're royalty 우린 고귀한 자 Chorus: K-Ci and JoJo Wherever I go I want to take nothin less than the best 내가 가는 곳이 어디든, 최고가 아니면 되지 않아 Whatever I choose, I choose to do 뭘 선택하든, 난 행동으로 옮겨 I have to stand out from all the rest 나머지 이들보다는 앞서야하니까 Whatever I do, wherever I go 무얼 하든지, 어딜 가든지 I want to take nothin less than the best 최고가 아니면 난 바라지 않아 Whatever I choose, I choose to do 무얼 선택하든, 난 행동으로 옮겨 I just wanna stand out from all the rest 나머지 이들보다 앞서고 싶을 뿐이야 [Guru] And all the girls they want to spoil me 그리고 날 망치려 하는 모든 여자들 My honey annoits me with oils G 나의 꿀은 윤기를 내며 흘러 After work she greets me, and treats me like royalty 일이 끝나고 그녀는 날 반기고, 귀족처럼 날 대접하지 Works with me, giving herself, by my side 나와 함께 일하고, 내 옆에 그녀를 맡겨 She don't sweat me for loot, my fame, or my ride 내 돈, 유명함이나 내 차 때문에 땀을 흘리거나 하진 않아 A lot of ladies out there, be lookin lovely 많은 여자들이 바깥에서, 예쁜 얼굴을 하고 잇어 But they don't got no control of the their life, inside they're ugly 하지만 그들의 삶을 제어못하지, 속으로는 못 생긴 거야 Word to Bugsy, and to Red Alert Bugsy에게 한마디, 그리고 Red Alert에게도 Sway and Tech, and Funkmaster Flex to make your head jerk Sway and Tech, Funkmaster Flex가 니 머리를 흔들거야 Chicks go beserk when they see us in the spot 여자들은 우리를 보면 아주 환장을 해 K-Ci, JoJo and Primo, creepin to the top K-Ci, Jojo와 Primo가 정상으로 올라가 And to the sweethearts out there breaking hearts 그리고 남을 울리고 있는 예쁜 아가씨들 While we're takin part of this hip-hop art 우리가 힙합 예술의 한 부분을 장식하고 있을 때 Listen yo, the best way, it ain't always the fast way 잘 들어봐, 가장 좋은 방법이, 꼭 빠른 방법이란 법은 없지 And yes the best way, it ain't always to act nasty 그래 최고의 방법은, 꼭 점잖게 행동하는 것만도 아니야 I'll open up the door always before you pass me 니가 나를 지나기 전에 언제나 문을 열어둘게 Baby Doll, because you're royalty 귀여운 그대, 너는 고귀한 자 Chorus: K-Ci and JoJo ""GangStarr has to gots to be the sure shot"" --> Greg Nice ""Gang Starr는 확실한 한 방일 수 밖에 없지"" ""and it's like dat"" (Primo scratching) ""다 그런거야"" (repeat 4X) [K-Ci and JoJo freestyle singing] |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
[DJ Premier scratching] "I want the public to know.. what goes on" "I mean, look at the situation - be real" [Verse One: Guru] The names have been changed to protect the innocent Each step is intricate, I rep magnificent Knew this kid named Ronnie, used to make cash with Caesar They made a lot of money back in the 80's crack fever Caesar was an overachiever, a kingpin and 18-and-a-half He got knocked and left Ronnie to watch the team and the stash Plus his crib, his jewels, his whip and his girl And Ronnie's self-interests had him livin in a different world He rocked Caesar's chains, he put Caesar's rings Smokin mad wools all day, with Caesar's change Not to mention he pushed up on Caesar's wifey A move like that my man, extremely sheisty It all got back to Caesar in the bing They found Ronnie's body in the playground by the swings Anyone can get it, for sure it don't matter dawg Especially when a nigga tries commitin sabotage [Premier scratching Guru samples] "There ain't nobody to trust" "It's got me ready.. ready.. ready.. ready.. ready to bust" "It's like sabotage, there ain't nobody to trust" ""It's like sabotage" "It's got me ready.. ready.. ready.. ready.. ready to bust" [Verse Two: Guru] Treachery, deception, it's best to keep a weapon When you think that they be breddern, they underhand your plan It's over for the cowardly, we grow more potent hourly I'm knowin where the power be, I'm schemin to get even Dissension can occur from within one's ranks The chain can be weakened, by just one link Pricks be galavantin from one crew to the next Musical click-ass niggaz catch two to the chest My usua |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
[DJ Premier scratching]
"I want the public to know.. what goes on" "I mean, look at the situation - be real" [Verse One: Guru] The names have been changed to protect the innocent Each step is intricate, I rep magnificent Knew this kid named Ronnie, used to make cash with Caesar They made a lot of money back in the 80's crack fever Caesar was an overachiever, a kingpin and 18-and-a-half He got knocked and left Ronnie to watch the team and the stash Plus his crib, his jewels, his whip and his girl And Ronnie's self-interests had him livin in a different world He rocked Caesar's chains, he put Caesar's rings Smokin mad wools all day, with Caesar's change Not to mention he pushed up on Caesar's wifey A move like that my man, extremely sheisty It all got back to Caesar in the bing They found Ronnie's body in the playground by the swings Anyone can get it, for sure it don't matter dawg Especially when a nigga tries commitin sabotage [Premier scratching Guru samples] "There ain't nobody to trust" "It's got me ready.. ready.. ready.. ready.. ready to bust" "It's like sabotage, there ain't nobody to trust" ""It's like sabotage" "It's got me ready.. ready.. ready.. ready.. ready to bust" [Verse Two: Guru] Treachery, deception, it's best to keep a weapon When you think that they be breddern, they underhand your plan It's over for the cowardly, we grow more potent hourly I'm knowin where the power be, I'm schemin to get even Dissension can occur from within one's ranks The chain can be weakened, by just one link Pricks be galavantin from one crew to the next Musical click-ass niggaz catch two to the chest My usua |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
Yo, do the knowledge to the master build the blow and the spliff The new millennium, hide them a beef Gotta watch what I say to you niggaz so I calm my patience 'Cause the shit ain't really pass the statue of limitations The streets still holler about how strong I am Niggaz I hurt still holler about how wrong I am As a little nigger broke, thinking soda and coke Had me amazed how my steady hand kept in the flow Let it sit, cool and heart lit, hit the set cool and heartless In front of the store projects, as long as I made a profit I see you eyeing me, you fire escape diary Filled with pages of episodes and shying me Nonbeliever I hammer for hire Hit yo ass so hard that your coke will catch fire Dog the stakes are dyer, I'm no liar Hold the court and the street beef cause I got pride Same team no games, these chicks I blow brains Rap-a-lot soul train the corners rocking cocaine Got no shame Trying to blow these figures Headquarters gone he ain't left he still with us Not in the physical through us he live I can seen him with Big L, Pun, Pac and BIG Watching over the kid like dear shed the waist over And yelling ?Ether?, ?Blowout? and ?Takeover? I'm the truth; give you proof and your video shoot Pull them candors on you while them cameras on you How you love that Don't want to blow with Staxx So go ahead dumb up, make me car crumb up ?It's the Militia? Yall niggaz don't know about I Got me heated, frustrated about to blow my high Me and Benz blazing, Rave got the gauge raising Sick of talking about it, niggaz ain't on my weight lift Whenever we stand together, down for whatever Divided we get at you from more angles Gangstarr forbid, NYG's same team no games Love is love fame one in the same Corny style, niggers act strange going against the grain Don't want to see us on top of our thing, we adapt to change Fame, fortune and material game, flow natural unrestrained Let me explain, niggers don't get it until you set it to flame Subject them to pain, make them respect The name, the set you rep, connects you get Stay ready to bang Steps ahead of competitors that'll test your aim H. Staxx shoot back splat dang your brain My foundation bust gats spread there's your brain Fuck with mine, spat not take the blame Play it for keeps, we came to win YO, I'm the Jerry Rice to this, much too nice to quit And just so you know, we never liked you kid Since you ain't wanna let niggers eat I'm gonna convene with my team before We gotta let the trigger speak 'Cause nowadays yall rappers are carbon Copies paws are sloppy, still its hard to stop me Especially when I connect with my man, rep for my fam We taking back the rest of our land And we don't really care if they say you are the shit They playing your hits We about to make our way in this biz And let's see if the gimmick last until the next season In a flash, take your stupid ass out, give me the next reason Flip for my peoples here, spit for my peoples here Yeah... time to get rich with my peoples here Cut of a snake's head, then we break bread Same team, no games You underground trying to fake dead { scratching by DJ Premier repeats } Let, let, let the games begin |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
Yo, do the knowledge to the master build the blow and the spliff
The new millennium, hide them a beef Gotta watch what I say to you niggaz so I calm my patience 'Cause the shit ain't really pass the statue of limitations The streets still holler about how strong I am Niggaz I hurt still holler about how wrong I am As a little nigger broke, thinking soda and coke Had me amazed how my steady hand kept in the flow Let it sit, cool and heart lit, hit the set cool and heartless In front of the store projects, as long as I made a profit I see you eyeing me, you fire escape diary Filled with pages of episodes and shying me Nonbeliever I hammer for hire Hit yo ass so hard that your coke will catch fire Dog the stakes are dyer, I'm no liar Hold the court and the street beef cause I got pride Same team no games, these chicks I blow brains Rap-a-lot soul train the corners rocking cocaine Got no shame Trying to blow these figures Headquarters gone he ain't left he still with us Not in the physical through us he live I can seen him with Big L, Pun, Pac and BIG Watching over the kid like dear shed the waist over And yelling ?Ether?, ?Blowout? and ?Takeover? I'm the truth; give you proof and your video shoot Pull them candors on you while them cameras on you How you love that Don't want to blow with Staxx So go ahead dumb up, make me car crumb up ?It's the Militia? Yall niggaz don't know about I Got me heated, frustrated about to blow my high Me and Benz blazing, Rave got the gauge raising Sick of talking about it, niggaz ain't on my weight lift Whenever we stand together, down for whatever Divided we get at you from more angles Gangstarr forbid, NYG's same team no games Love is love fame one in the same Corny style, niggers act strange going against the grain Don't want to see us on top of our thing, we adapt to change Fame, fortune and material game, flow natural unrestrained Let me explain, niggers don't get it until you set it to flame Subject them to pain, make them respect The name, the set you rep, connects you get Stay ready to bang Steps ahead of competitors that'll test your aim H. Staxx shoot back splat dang your brain My foundation bust gats spread there's your brain Fuck with mine, spat not take the blame Play it for keeps, we came to win YO, I'm the Jerry Rice to this, much too nice to quit And just so you know, we never liked you kid Since you ain't wanna let niggers eat I'm gonna convene with my team before We gotta let the trigger speak 'Cause nowadays yall rappers are carbon Copies paws are sloppy, still its hard to stop me Especially when I connect with my man, rep for my fam We taking back the rest of our land And we don't really care if they say you are the shit They playing your hits We about to make our way in this biz And let's see if the gimmick last until the next season In a flash, take your stupid ass out, give me the next reason Flip for my peoples here, spit for my peoples here Yeah... time to get rich with my peoples here Cut of a snake's head, then we break bread Same team, no games You underground trying to fake dead { scratching by DJ Premier repeats } Let, let, let the games begin |
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from Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth (1998)
This jam is dedicated
to that woman that knows what she wants and just how to get it word up She knows what she wants She knows what she wants Yo she knows what she wants She knows what she wants and just how to get it She knows what she wants Yeah she knows what she wants She knows what she wants She knows what she wants and just how to get it She knows what she wants she's bold so she flaunts her hourglass jewels to mad clientele Rejected oh well, she ain't goin to no hotel Not the frantic freak type, but if you speak right you get to take her out and dig her out on a weeknight Weekends, she wants to spend your ends Her shopping spree is colossal, attitude semi-hostile Mack diva senorita, no reefer, no pizza, just shrimp and lobsters, champagne and mobsters Suckin up the cream like a vac to a carpet Strictly black market now you're her next target Watch out... cause yo she knows what she wants She knows what she wants She knows what she wants Yo, she knows what she wants She knows what she wants and just how to get it Spotted her in the club, with her crew nearby Her looks are a lullaby, to pass us by, she's too fly Never gunshy, hair is blown dry She craves a wiseguy to help her gain amplify So when you say, "Yo baby," she ain't gotta say hi to ya cause prior to this, he put rocks on her neck and wrist plus a fat joint on her finger You best to have a batch of scratch and treats to bring her And if you happen to luck up and get in You'll find yourself another jealous trick-ass boyfriend And furthermore the mink she's donning is stunning Blinding your senses Dunn, never put the two before the one son "It's the lesson well learned" "It's going down!" "It's the lesson well learned" "It's going down!" She knows what she wants She knows what she wants Yo, she knows what she wants Yeah, she knows what she wants and just how to get it Never fall victim to a chicken you was stickin Even if you think the punanny might be finger-lickin Never fall victim to a wicked woman's ways "Why son?" She's trying to get paid, check it One: She said she wanted to give me a son Two: She said she didn't like my crew Three: She never ever cooked for me Four: She was my cheri amore YEAH RIGHT It was all hype, I needed more insight In retrospect, I know I slept from the first night She did a split and that was it Gave up my pimp license, and flipped my whole friggin script But now I'm back like the Isley's moving wisely Sizing up the situation, keeping honies waiting Cause I got more to do, than to be sucked dry This tough guy, will get by, while the chickens wonder why I don't be callin cause it's like Ex to Next kid I know what I want, and just how to get it like her, no disrespect Miss |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz (2003)
Intro: Skills, skills, skills [DJ Premier Scratching] "My Microphone" "It's Skills"-KRS One "The funky beat" "It's skills"-KRS One [Chorus: Guru] (Skills) Top rank point blank we vital Spit flows rip shows peep the recital (Skills) Now, you feel it when we drop those Hot beats stop phoes killin shit we got those (Skills) It's, the music that the street love Each thug, is now reppin this with deep love (Skills) Gang Starr duelin again rulin again Watch as we do it again [Verse 1: Guru] It's the, true enliven with a youthful vengeance And I'm a judge rap is your ass give you a crucial sentence You need at least twelve jewels to practice Your too enthusiastic male groupie bastard Still tryin to convince us some more Pretendin your raw that's what you need a minister for Again it's the law got you up against the wall We the gulliest fuck it then it's us against y'all Mic skills type grills like I'm Michael Jill Like when he write for the pill is how I stay for the ill Slide off kid, and let a grown man finesse it We bold and impressive that old manifest shit Some new product from a known team Niggas know me, and you can bet they know Preme So here we go for your stereo And you could tell that it's real when you hear me go hear me go [Chorus: Guru] (Skills) Top rank point blank we vital Spit flows rip shows peep the recital (Skills) Now, you feel it when we drop those Hot beats stop phoes killin shit we got those (Skills) It's, the music that the street love Each thug, is now reppin this with deep love (Skills) Gang Starr duelin again rulin again Watch as we do it again [Verse 2: Guru] You littl |
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from Gang Starr - The Ownerz [Clean Version] (2003)
Intro:
Skills, skills, skills [DJ Premier Scratching] "My Microphone" "It's Skills"-KRS One "The funky beat" "It's skills"-KRS One [Chorus: Guru] (Skills) Top rank point blank we vital Spit flows rip shows peep the recital (Skills) Now, you feel it when we drop those Hot beats stop phoes killin shit we got those (Skills) It's, the music that the street love Each thug, is now reppin this with deep love (Skills) Gang Starr duelin again rulin again Watch as we do it again [Verse 1: Guru] It's the, true enliven with a youthful vengeance And I'm a judge rap is your ass give you a crucial sentence You need at least twelve jewels to practice Your too enthusiastic male groupie bastard Still tryin to convince us some more Pretendin your raw that's what you need a minister for Again it's the law got you up against the wall We the gulliest fuck it then it's us against y'all Mic skills type grills like I'm Michael Jill Like when he write for the pill is how I stay for the ill Slide off kid, and let a grown man finesse it We bold and impressive that old manifest shit Some new product from a known team Niggas know me, and you can bet they know Preme So here we go for your stereo And you could tell that it's real when you hear me go hear me go [Chorus: Guru] (Skills) Top rank point blank we vital Spit flows rip shows peep the recital (Skills) Now, you feel it when we drop those Hot beats stop phoes killin shit we got those (Skills) It's, the music that the street love Each thug, is now reppin this with deep love (Skills) Gang Starr duelin again rulin again Watch as we do it again [Verse 2: Guru] You littl |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
So wassup? You know we can't be havin that
Son there's rules you're supposed to go by, and this is my habitat You say you're R-E-P-R-E, S-E-N-T-I-N-G You're fronting boy, come against me You're crazy soft while I come off with credibility You're living in a fantasy world kid, you're killing me I start to work out, you start to merk out My shit be crazy raw, and out here, I got more clout I'm right in your streets, like I'm Urban Outreach I don't mean to preach but I'll impeach your phony form of speech Rhyme perfection, injecting like the surgeon While you be in the club posing, trickin always splurgin Whatever you got, I'm gettin more See you're insecure, and you can catch my verbal four-four Now you're facing me, I'm your ultimate challenger It's the Avenger, your fate is on my calender Notice the spirit I posess is more than holy I'm Gifted, Unlimited, ahh fuck the rest you know niggaz know me My lines illuminate your whole spectrum Crush your dome section, punks I wreck em, mics I bless em I don't know why, MC's would want to test the man so fly Master of self gaining wealth Cause I'm a mastermind, I stack my rhymes Just for the rainy day, and you can pour out your forty for all the rappers I slay, I bring the bounty back I got more game than the Mack, when I procees to feed the masses I come right and exact, and all those null and voids They shall be destroyed, so don't be stickin our your hand Cause you ain't my fuckin homeboy I celebrate after each duck I eliminate This rap game they desecrate, I'm back to set it straight I'm self-made and self-taught You're style you bought, plus I got the fundamentals handed d |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
So wassup? You know we can't be havin that
Son there's rules you're supposed to go by, and this is my habitat You say you're R-E-P-R-E, S-E-N-T-I-N-G You're fronting boy, come against me You're crazy soft while I come off with credibility You're living in a fantasy world kid, you're killing me I start to work out, you start to merk out My shit be crazy raw, and out here, I got more clout I'm right in your streets, like I'm Urban Outreach I don't mean to preach but I'll impeach your phony form of speech Rhyme perfection, injecting like the surgeon While you be in the club posing, trickin always splurgin Whatever you got, I'm gettin more See you're insecure, and you can catch my verbal four-four Now you're facing me, I'm your ultimate challenger It's the Avenger, your fate is on my calender Notice the spirit I posess is more than holy I'm Gifted, Unlimited, ahh fuck the rest you know niggaz know me My lines illuminate your whole spectrum Crush your dome section, punks I wreck em, mics I bless em I don't know why, MC's would want to test the man so fly Master of self gaining wealth Cause I'm a mastermind, I stack my rhymes Just for the rainy day, and you can pour out your forty for all the rappers I slay, I bring the bounty back I got more game than the Mack, when I procees to feed the masses I come right and exact, and all those null and voids They shall be destroyed, so don't be stickin our your hand Cause you ain't my fuckin homeboy I celebrate after each duck I eliminate This rap game they desecrate, I'm back to set it straight I'm self-made and self-taught You're style you bought, plus I got the fundamentals handed d |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
5 carloads deep, time to go do a show
Got a massive crew and we're ready to roll So I grab my gear hop in the whip and ride Premier he's got the fly dope system inside But my shit cranks too and we've got mad tapes of all the underground groups with the lyrics and bass Off into the New York night we go Dre large got the camera biggest, Gord's got three rolls of film So we can take the macked out photos Tommy Hill, The Damaja and my man Gunsmoke Corey and Smurf and Lil Dap's got a forty My man Gary and Shiz and the nutcracker Shorty Mike Rhone, chillin' like Capone Robinhood, Known as Mel with the clientelle Mo, JT, Mega, can't forget black they're rockin' sincere, yes the posse's fat Out loud pulls up plus there's Sid and OC Big Mel from strong island H.L. the one and only O. Delicious, Ely, Bazz and Eon and the aroma of the blunts has me thinking beyond And to the rest of the crew you know the bond is strong and you know who's who, so let me not prolong For this was a night to remember I had on the beige Tims with the two tone leather So we get to the jam, the gig, the venue then we circled around and then drove in through the front the place was packed the line was long I was bobbing my head cuz the music was on I turned it down then I peeped to my right I saw this kid and his girl having a fight Another kid walked up and mushed the kid in his face and then the kid pulled out and bust and laid him to waist A riot broke out girls screaming and scheming crews started buck wiling tryna' snatch kids jewels After that 50 came and turned the party out and then the ambulance came to take the body out And we didn't even get all the equipment out and we didn't even get to turn the place out This can happen often and it's really fucked up So I'll ask you to your face homeboy what's up Did you come to see my show or the stupid nigger playoffs Killing you and killing me it's the soliloquy of chaos And if you live in the cities where streets reek warfare people getting nowhere bot you go for yours there You'll find it doesn't pay to front or play the role You could get stole or maybe beat with a pole Then you'll wanna retaliate, regroup and come back so you set the brothers up for a sneak attack Whether you die or kill them, it's another brother dead but I know you'll never get that through your head Cuz we're mislead and misfed facts, we're way off killing you and killing me, it's the soliloquy of chaos |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
5 carloads deep, time to go do a show
Got a massive crew and we're ready to roll So I grab my gear hop in the whip and ride Premier he's got the fly dope system inside But my shit cranks too and we've got mad tapes of all the underground groups with the lyrics and bass Off into the New York night we go Dre large got the camera biggest, Gord's got three rolls of film So we can take the macked out photos Tommy Hill, The Damaja and my man Gunsmoke Corey and Smurf and Lil Dap's got a forty My man Gary and Shiz and the nutcracker Shorty Mike Rhone, chillin' like Capone Robinhood, Known as Mel with the clientelle Mo, JT, Mega, can't forget black they're rockin' sincere, yes the posse's fat Out loud pulls up plus there's Sid and OC Big Mel from strong island H.L. the one and only O. Delicious, Ely, Bazz and Eon and the aroma of the blunts has me thinking beyond And to the rest of the crew you know the bond is strong and you know who's who, so let me not prolong For this was a night to remember I had on the beige Tims with the two tone leather So we get to the jam, the gig, the venue then we circled around and then drove in through the front the place was packed the line was long I was bobbing my head cuz the music was on I turned it down then I peeped to my right I saw this kid and his girl having a fight Another kid walked up and mushed the kid in his face and then the kid pulled out and bust and laid him to waist A riot broke out girls screaming and scheming crews started buck wiling tryna' snatch kids jewels After that 50 came and turned the party out and then the ambulance came to take the body out And we didn't even get all the equipment out and we didn't even get to turn the place out This can happen often and it's really fucked up So I'll ask you to your face homeboy what's up Did you come to see my show or the stupid nigger playoffs Killing you and killing me it's the soliloquy of chaos And if you live in the cities where streets reek warfare people getting nowhere bot you go for yours there You'll find it doesn't pay to front or play the role You could get stole or maybe beat with a pole Then you'll wanna retaliate, regroup and come back so you set the brothers up for a sneak attack Whether you die or kill them, it's another brother dead but I know you'll never get that through your head Cuz we're mislead and misfed facts, we're way off killing you and killing me, it's the soliloquy of chaos |
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from Gang Starr - Hard To Earn (1994)
Last year record companies were chumpin me But now like chicks they all be up on me and me so horny, I hit em like a groupie Snatch off my hat wash my dick and keep it movin Showing and proving on a day to day basis I rip New York and a million different places State to state country to country My skills are legend in the style of poetry I've paid my dues to this game word to mother Peace New York hops it gets no rougher Baby brother been puffing buddha and blunts since eighty-five Before the fake motherfuckers started perpetrating live, I've achieved mad props though niggaz roll around in jeeps I ride the A-Train and get mad beeps So when we bang bang boogie out jumps my boot knocks Chicks comes in flocks when D.R.S. rocks glocks And I mean it it's all done with the mind I neutralize suckers because I'm alkaline I could go on for days speaking bout my clout So Lil Dap snatch the mic and show the motherfucker out Verse Two: Lil Dap Yo you can't hide from jail and you can't hide from the street Flavors do get deep when you're walking the east A unit down from the underground made the brothers unite I'm slappin pounds and pounds with real niggaz aight Ain't nothing changed but the weather, rain storms or whatever You poured a forty on the ground for the brothers who ain't around Break it down with the flow as I walk through the ghetto A nigga said he couldn't do it til the shit hits the fan Last year I was The Man ripping up every jam So what's your hobby nothing serious when things get rough I'm stepping rugged and tough, and bitches won't get enough A Lil Dap what's that? Fuck around you get slapped Schizophrenic with rhyme plus we're well organized Make the chicks say 'aow' and the brothers say 'ho' You can't tell a motherfucker what to do with his life Niggaz tend to live trife, so I react with the mic It's the end of the time so I got to gets mine Aiyyo 'ru, what's your function meet me at Broadway junction Before I start to get in it, better yet i just kick it Aiyyo son, if you're ready Guru starts to flip it Verse Three: Guru Earl, with my three-eight-five shot I bust a bumba claat He talks dumb a lot so him shall drop I got the clout, all you pussy rappers be out From the ghetto I let go, shit to make you petrol Watching fly niggaz show you how to rhyme asshole You know the motherfucking situation So get down get down with the Gangstarr Foundation Now I'ma touch on reality, chumps can't fuck with me and all the honies be loving me My style be kicking crazy butt Wannabes on their knees licking crazy butt Your girl pays me but ain't no need to try and stop her I'm Big Poppa fuck your girl and I'll drop her cause she be working on my nerves and yo I got more gang than the bitch got curves I'm like gambino, the slick head honcho Ill kid ready to wreck mics pronto and I know, I break your back with my rap like smack because I'm all that And so the next time when you're wishing for my downfall I'm a come back to drown y'all With stupid lyrics relative to a bloodbath And stay the fuck out my path... |
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from Gang Starr - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr (1999)
Last year record companies were chumpin me But now like chicks they all be up on me and me so horny, I hit em like a groupie Snatch off my hat wash my dick and keep it movin Showing and proving on a day to day basis I rip New York and a million different places State to state country to country My skills are legend in the style of poetry I've paid my dues to this game word to mother Peace New York hops it gets no rougher Baby brother been puffing buddha and blunts since eighty-five Before the fake motherfuckers started perpetrating live, I've achieved mad props though niggaz roll around in jeeps I ride the A-Train and get mad beeps So when we bang bang boogie out jumps my boot knocks Chicks comes in flocks when D.R.S. rocks glocks And I mean it it's all done with the mind I neutralize suckers because I'm alkaline I could go on for days speaking bout my clout So Lil Dap snatch the mic and show the motherfucker out Verse Two: Lil Dap Yo you can't hide from jail and you can't hide from the street Flavors do get deep when you're walking the east A unit down from the underground made the brothers unite I'm slappin pounds and pounds with real niggaz aight Ain't nothing changed but the weather, rain storms or whatever You poured a forty on the ground for the brothers who ain't around Break it down with the flow as I walk through the ghetto A nigga said he couldn't do it til the shit hits the fan Last year I was The Man ripping up every jam So what's your hobby nothing serious when things get rough I'm stepping rugged and tough, and bitches won't get enough A Lil Dap what's that? Fuck around you get slapped Schizophrenic with rhyme plus we're well organized Make the chicks say 'aow' and the brothers say 'ho' You can't tell a motherfucker what to do with his life Niggaz tend to live trife, so I react with the mic It's the end of the time so I got to gets mine Aiyyo 'ru, what's your function meet me at Broadway junction Before I start to get in it, better yet i just kick it Aiyyo son, if you're ready Guru starts to flip it Verse Three: Guru Earl, with my three-eight-five shot I bust a bumba claat He talks dumb a lot so him shall drop I got the clout, all you pussy rappers be out From the ghetto I let go, shit to make you petrol Watching fly niggaz show you how to rhyme asshole You know the motherfucking situation So get down get down with the Gangstarr Foundation Now I'ma touch on reality, chumps can't fuck with me and all the honies be loving me My style be kicking crazy butt Wannabes on their knees licking crazy butt Your girl pays me but ain't no need to try and stop her I'm Big Poppa fuck your girl and I'll drop her cause she be working on my nerves and yo I got more gang than the bitch got curves I'm like gambino, the slick head honcho Ill kid ready to wreck mics pronto and I know, I break your back with my rap like smack because I'm all that And so the next time when you're wishing for my downfall I'm a come back to drown y'all With stupid lyrics relative to a bloodbath And stay the fuck out my path... |
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