Gang Starr

Gang Starr - Bys lyrics

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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 "duke"
 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, cuz 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
 cuz 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
 cuz 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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Author: Chris Martin, Keith Elam

Composer: ?

Publisher: Chrysalis Records, Inc.

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Released in: 1999

Language: English

Appearing on: Daily Operation (1992) , Mass Appeal (2006)

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