* this was rhymed in 96  before You Know My Steez and So Wassup
 from which several rhymes of this freestyle were taken

 [Guru]
 Yeah  Gurizzi up in the house  Gang Starr forever
 (Gang Starr) New York City. Mm hmm
 Fuck the fame and the bright lights and all that
 (Yeah them fuckin chicken head bitches) I'ma do this here

 I come off  like my sweatshirt when I'm workin out
 MC's be workin out, no doubt
 You shouldn't come around cause I'll beat you down
 To the ground with this lyrical four-pound
 Yo, I'm right in your streets, like Urban Outreach
 Rhyme perfection, injectin like the doctor
 Rocked ya, and then shot ya, blao-blao!
 Whatever you've got, I got more
 You're insecure, motherfucker!
 And now your facin, yes, your ultimate challenger
 The Avenger, your fate is on my calendar
 Notice this spirit I posess is more than holy
 I'm Gifted Unlimited... fuck the rest you niggaz know me
 My mic illuminates your whole spectrum
 Crush your dome section, punks I wreck em, mics I bless em
 I don't why, MC's would come and test the INI
 Master of self, my wealth, is just my state of mind
 I stack my loot, just for the rainy day
 And you can pull out your forty, for rappers I slay
 I bring the BOUNTY BACK!
 And then I give my thanks, for just being black
 I got the knack, the rap format, to bust your corpuscles
 Piecin through your fuckin snorkel
 Even if its goosed-down, you get run out of town
 The apparatus gets blessed, suckers get put to rest
 No more of the impure I got the cure for this mess
 The wackness is spreadin like the plague
 MC's they wanna get paid, but they can't make the fuckin grade
 How many times are wanna be's gonna try?
 Yo, they must wanna die cause they can't touch the knowledge I personify
 I travel through the darkness, carrying my torch
 The illest soldier, when I'm holdin down the fort
 For some time now, I held the scrolls and manuscripts
 When I start to go all out, you be like, "damn, he flipped"
 Now I'm sick, and fed up with bullshit
 I got that lyrical Full Clip, givin the verbal ass-whip
 so don't trip, Its the Gifted one, spliff-ted one
 Alias Bald Head Slick, why is niggaz on my di-dick?
 Cause I be iller than a komakazie pilot, don't try it
 I'm about to start more than a fuckin riot
 Styles unsurpassable, and knuckers thats suckers
 Yo, the motherfuckers is harassable
 For I be speakin from my parables and carry you beyond
 The mic's either a magic wand
 or it gets tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb
 And I read your palm, no pulse your dead