Intro/Chorus: Guru
 It's the message in the song that makes you rock on
 Some people go to places where they don't belong
 Whether wrong or right  a lot of people fight
 But I'm here to bless this mic  aight?

 Verse One: Guru

 I take action the minute that the crowd gets hype
 I'm type crashin  down like a meteorite
 I'm Bogart ing  mics and whole stages
 Destroying MC's dreams, from words to whole pages
 Their rapbooks, look more like scrapbooks
 with their fictional fairytales and frail ass hooks
 A lot of shit has happened, since I started rappin
 There's been enough beef, and enough gat clappin
 There's been mad signs, for this brother to heed
 and while some choose greed, I choose to plant seeds
 for your mental, spirit and physical temple
 Bob your head to it, there's the water you've been lead to it
 Bathe in it, a long time you've been cravin it
 Prance to it, use your third eye and glance through it
 Your state of being, becoming advanced through it
 While others rhyme with no reason I be breezin
 Their mics I seize them, then I try em for treason
 I used to always like to hang out
 Now I lounge in the rest writin bombs while tracks bang out
 I know you peeped me in the club then
 but now I'm in your speaker, with the voice that you're lovin

 Chorus

 Verse Two: Guru

 Peace to the young ladies, who wanna bone me much
 And peace to my nigga Premier, with the golden touch
 I never fall off point, like DeNiro in Casino
 Peace to Black Gambinos and all my peoples
 dig the steelo -- I'm fightin wars you know
 as in the Jihad, most humble, most merciful
 That's because I be God, I trog through fogs, puffing logs
 MC's muttering menial madness, they get mobbed
 Scarred and barred, and then, banished from my fuckin kingdom
 You got a fly one bring one, or else I come to fling some
 exquisite exotic exciting type shit
 Enough to make the real heads wake up and get hype quick
 I'm type slick, known as the God Universal
 Kick rhymes without rehearsal, I cross the burnin sands
 Now I stand here with virtue, of course I could hurt you
 simply with my point of view, and I knew
 that many would come, that's why I've chosen
 to cut off pathways, and there's no runways or doorways open
 for the jokers who ain't focused
 And all the fake mercenaries get buried by the tongue of terrifying fury
 Nothing's blurry, fuck it I got no worries
 Hearts and minds, shine bright light with insight
 Yeah sense my birthright to set up cyphers with power
 cause mad shit ain't right, like punks in the spotlight
 who can't freestyle, sometimes I make my peeps smile
 by sayin somethin crazy wild
 like some shit off my dome, that be soundin
 better than the next man's whole album