Gang Starr
Gang Starr - U Know My Steez songtekst
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Another artist: For real Hit it High MCin' and DJin' for the O Mine Ya Know I Guess right now we should start the show Gang starr: Who is this suspicious character? Strapped with the sound profound similar it around spit by Deriingers You in the Terridorm Like my Man Chuck-D said It's Time to Dethrone you Clones and all you Knuckleheads Cause MCs have used up extended warranties While real MCs and DJs are a minority But right about now I use my Authority Cuase I'm Like the wizard and you look lost like Dorothy The Horror be when I return for my real people words of split wigs hittin' like some double desert eagles Sporting Caps Pulled Low and Baggy Slacks Subtracting Other rappers who lack other's Premiere Tracks Severe Facts Have brought this rap game to near collapse So as a I have in the past i will (numbered dialed replacing the word Fuck) dropping lyrics hotter than sex and Candle wax and 1-dimensional MCs can't handle that and while the world's revolving on its axis I come with mad love and plus the illest war like tatics The wilderness is filled with this so many people searching for false lift I'm here with the skills you missed The rejected stone is now the conerstone Sort of like the master builder when I make my way home U know my Steez (u Know my steez) Chorus: Same guy as beginning of song: Let 'em know do your thing dog Gang Starr: Keep it Live (to the beat yo) The beat is sinister The primo makes you relax I'm like the minister when I be lacing the wax I'll be bringing salvation with the way that I rap and you know and I know I'm nice like that Work through worldly problems I got the healing power when the mics within my reach I'm feelin' more power stealing at least 3 minutes of every rap radio hour Its not easy for one to give advice then it is one person to run ones own life That's why I can't be caught up in all the hype I keep my soul tight let these lines take flight The apparatus gets blessed and suckas get put to rest no more for the unpure I got the cure for this mess The whackness is preading like the plague MCs lucked out and got paid yet they still can't make the (dialed number/fuck) How many times are Bees gonna lie? They must wanna fry they can't touch the knowledge I personify I travel through the darkness carrying my torches The illest soldier When I'm holding down the fort (Chrous) On the microphone you know I'm one of the best yet some punks ain't paid all of their debts yet Try to be fly riding high on a jetsons with Juvenile making fake ass death threats big deal like en vouge something you can feel Style more tangible and image more real for some time now I held a dozen manuscripts when its time to go allah, its like " damn you flip" Now I'm sick fed up with the bullshit got the lyrical full clip giving you a verbal ass whip Don't trip its prolific gifted one known as baldhead slick why is the press all in my... my style bne wilder than a kamikaze pilot don't try it I'm about to stop more than a freak riot Style is unsurpassable Yo those suckas the are mutha (dialed number/Fuck) are harrassable For I be speaking from my parable and carry you beyond The mics either a magic wand or it gets tragic like tha havoc of a nuclear bomb Then I grab your palm no Pulse you're gone And if you think w lose are stich you way wrong I stay up I stay on shine bright like neon Your songs pathetic synthetic like rayon fats beats they play on sope rhymes put me on word is bond u know my steez