Gang Starr

Gang Starr - Premier And The Guru lyrics

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It's '89  mine  I'm Keithy E. the Guru
 Premier is here with the flair  we're running to you
 Bust your grill with skill  as we build and fulfill
 I drop the wisom to quiz them  with precision we drill
 We're kicking wannabes down cause we're gonna be down
 We're moving on with the sound  see we're gonna be around
 For a long time  I kick the strong rhymes
 You're empty-handed and stranded cause you were standing in the wrong line
 This is not the fate is for sure a pure pen
 The gift is hitting home on your dome because we meant it
 You'll need a graffiti, don't heed and you'll be bleeding
 We'll rip you, and ship you back and you'll be repeating
 The progress, and I guess that you should be told now
 Lo and behold how the stroll I unfold now
 Knowledge, wisdom, and peace are what I'm true to
 In the rear is Premier, and I'm the Guru

 (Premier scratches)

 I sound greater because I'm head of the comittee
 I chill in New York City, I'm witty, so get me
 To Brooklyn, so I can ill and peace no joke
 You slow poke, you'll go broke, you're rhymes ain't all that dope
 So take a backseat, with all your wack beats
 This is the one phase of my rage and onstage I slap eats
 For you to try to steal this, I will reveal this
 Like a prophet, I'll drop it, Premier will start to seal
 This coffin to be chewing, you soft and you'll be doing
 A dance with some ants in the ground, you clowns be chewing
 But you could never get this, the talents we've been blest with
 So many different ways to phrase, you shouldn't mess with the Guru

 (Premier scratches)

 So here's the verdict, cause all you suckers know you're booty
 You're played out, you'll fade out, I doubt that you can do me
 We ain't having no gabbing, when I be grabbing and jabbing
 In your ear like a spear prepare your body for battling
 Cause you've been preparing to move, you'll be certain to lose
 Open your eyes up, wise up while I work with the groove
 To teach your next school, who'll be the next fool?
 That I can stomp down with compound nouns but like a pestule
 Come back with dumb raps, then like a tech inside
 I'll take you out your misery you ought to step aside
 Your weak rap, you speak that yang so Imma clue you
 The DJ's name is Premier, and I'm the Guru

 I'm telling you, '89 is mine. Peace
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