Gang Starr

Gang Starr - So Wassup lyrics

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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 down from my pops
 Hobbes your mission, is worthless
 Your style's mad nervous, let's strecth out all our lyrics
 and let's see whose go the furthest, word cause
 It's puzzling how trifling you be
 You're faking making people think that you're a true MC
 You best flee, because I've come with the science
 I'm gonna melt down your lies and unmask your phony alliance
 Extreme house winds, will bring electrical shockwaves
 Knocking you out the box kid, is something I crave
 You were gassed from the beginning so your bubble must bust
 I've been laying in the cut, to tear your bitch ass up
 So wassup
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Author: Guru, DJ Premier

Composer: ?

Publisher: ?

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Released in: 1999

Language: English

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