Guru

Guru - Hall Of Fame lyrics

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Yea, it's the Baldhead SLick ya heard, aka 

dog ruizi, my man Solar on the track. I'm about 

to hit one out the park baby. Peep this 



[Chorus] 

You need to put me in the hall of fame 

I'm worldwide, a legend in this game. Check the resume 

You could put me in the hall of fame 

I'm worldwide, a legend in this, Check the resume [x2] 



[Verse 1] 

Peep my groundwork, check how it's masterfully laid 

Composition when written gets classically made 

Start with a concept then collect the beat 

Sit and write the bomb shit and rep the streets 

Respect my state of mind, I never waste a line 

Suckers are featherweight, while I'm heavyweight with mine 

I caught more war scars than others profess to 

Don't ask me to kick no rap, ask me to bless you 

It's special, just like a brand new three-eighty 

Have you thrash your CD, 'cause man your forgaize 

Or you could catch me with the gods building 

You can catch me on the mic, spitting juice to all the god's children 

If I sold out, I could've sold millions 

But in a minute, I'm about to hold billions 

'Cause after the charade, and after the parade 

Niggaz got to pay homage, to the master of this trade 



[Chorus x2] 



[Verse 2] 

My lineage is large, my pilgreamage was hard 

But I held down my square, my images of God 

I hit the corner like I'm real familiar 

I get up on ya like a wise guy will be familiar 

And all the haters want to throw me off, bitches want to blow me of 

Got die-hard fans, like I'm holy cross 

See I'ma put you in your place 

Niggaz be shook when they see a crook With triggers in their face 

The triple OG's is back in his rest 

Scheming on the way, to kill a demon is his quest 

I'm planning all the way, got cannons all the way 

Got a boat load of artillery, landing on the bay 

I never really cared about critical acclaim 

Still I never let a punk, try to ridicule my name 

And after all the hatin' and all of the debatin' 

Niggaz will run to the stage, to see the master conversatin' 



[Chorus x2] 



[Verse 3] 

I'm like a one-man army, You little bums can't harm me 

And don't try to send no little holocs to charm me 

The hall of famer with my microphone flamer 

The baller trainer with my monotone banger 

I travel light years mentally 

Essentially I'm wise, as if I've been here for centuries 

And after the charade, and after the parade 

Niggaz got to pay homage, to the master of this trade 



[Chorus x2] 



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Language: English

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