by the one who forgave him for his first mistakes
 He'd best behave  or I'ma send him a wave
 of some shocking volts  he doesn't know what he's talkin about
 He's kickin a bunch of crap so I'll be the judge of that
 The boy lacks artistry but still he tries hard to be
 an entertainer  but instead he's a waste of
 my time and your time so I'll kick the pure rhymes
 Whenever you're looking for rap that's exceptional
 and credible, straight to the G's you better go
 Cause GangStarr's known to be prone to be
 masters of streetwise poetry and turntable wizardry
 but still be a cold day in Hell when you hear that
 Guru or Premier ever tell suckers get sales
 but they fail in the long run that kid who went gold yo
 That was the wrong one but tonight the spotlight is all on me
 I'm the Guru, of the G-A-N-G
 Taking out scrubs cause they rub me the wrong way
 and I'll say, that they've still got a long way to go
 to show they can flow like a real pro
 So gimme that loot catch the boot from my steel toe
 I'm changing the scenery as I make em uncomfortable
 cause most MC's ain't really got no pull
 Watch me stifle em quick with the gift and the wit
 Make em quit all that riff as I flip the script
 Chorus
 Fool listen, I know that you've been missing
 all this and so my rhymes are gonna gleem and glisten
 like a gem, and if you are the fake MC type
 I'll shine so bright I'll be blinding your eyesight
 Your capabilities fall short so I'ma treat you like a dwarf
 on a basketball court still you try to rap
 And even claim you got new styles but
 rolling your tongue's been playe dout for a while
 And you don't sound fly so why are you doing that?
 You had a dope track but you're wack so you ruined that
 I couldn't make out what you were saying your diction
 is jumbled where as me I'm conveying clear thoughts
 to a crowd that's most critical
 Booty duck rappers like you are just pitiful
 I bet you couldn't name more than one pioneer
 Cause you didn't pay dues and you got on on outta nowhere
 But that's OK cause I'm peeping your card
 If rap was my house you'd be sweeping the yard
 As I recline I'll find more chores to give ya
 like moppin the floors or maybe fetchin my slippers
 So don't even trip or run off with the lip
 Cause as soon as you slip you know I'll flip the script
 Chorus
 So as I kick a bit flip with script without a skip
 butter roll MC's get dissed like this
 You'll never got none son because I'll become troublesome
 You rap like a simpleton
 And I hate scum yo I can easily deflect your threats
 cause they're idle my recital will break you down
 Just a fight til the end cause I can take ten at a time
 Give em all a fair shot to see if any can rhyme
 And even if one is decent, I'll still get props
 I'll kick the slick lines til the last one drops
 As my powerful skills are unveiled I'm tippin the scales
 and weighing much more than your tall tales
 Stop the exaggeration perpetration observe
 and make simple notation
 Nobody no where no way no how
 is taking me out cause I can throw so you know now
 Can you feel it, I bust raps so lay off
 before I steal that so called title that you gave yourself
 But you really ain't jack so yo you played yourself
 And now you look from a distance as you sweat my tip
 You know I'll whip you swift when I flip the script