[Guru]
 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" --> Run-D.M.C.
 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" --> Run-D.M.C.
 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" --> Run-D.M.C.
 * DJ Premier cuts n scratches