(cut up 4X by DJ Premier)
 [Guru]
 Well goodness gracious  let me just take this
 time out to pull a rhyme out  and update this
 For you and yours  simply because
 Some MC's have luck but suck
 So I pluck em like feathers on the back of a chicken
 Cause I'm mad like a pit when my man says  "sick 'em"
 Positive is the mindstate  but it could still mean that
 I will kick a ill, malicious like mean rap
 Suckers they forced me, to knock em all out and
 They think they know things, like what I'm about and
 They try to analyze criticize scandalize
 The outcome is death, don't ask me to sympathize
 Realize, that I'm not to be played with
 I'll flip so fast, you won't know I'm the same kid
 I'm tired and fed, with all the weak stuff said
 All the phony-baloney, that went out like Pro-Keds
 You've got no leads, so you shoot blanks
 It's me the crowd thanks as I step to the top ranks
 Bankin my money, and investin it wisely
 Snatchin up chumps when they try to sneak by me
 I'm the dominant one, call me the prominant one
 And as I'm speakin I'll be bombin the dumb
 deaf and blind cause I was born with a sharp mind
 Eatin MC's with ease like it's lunchtime
 or crunchtime, when they get done without warning
 I'll bust that butt from nighttime til morning
 Your song's boring, and so I'm scoring
 much points cause when it's time to throw joints
 I cause havoc, the mic I grab is like savage
 I invade the stage, and make you get off
 The force is like a three-eight, blowin your head off
 And that's just in case you might be wearin a vest
 Cause you're simply a pest in this mess I suggest you
 "Take a rest"
 "If this meaning doesn't manifest, put it to rest" --> KRS-One
 (DJ Premier cuts 2X)
 [Guru]
 Don't ever sleep son, peep one or two of these lines here
 Arranged by a great brain, delivering rhymes clear
 and concise with a nice dope voice and
 killin the fakes like a taste of some poison
 Punks are thinkin they're alla that, their voices are all flat
 They're findin their names, in a Wack Rapper's Almanac
 Me follow that hollow crap, no way Jose
 I'll seek out a better sound, to somethin Premier plays
 Days will go by, and soon you'll know why
 MC's like me will rise like the Enterprise
 Starship, headin straight for the target
 Destination, a place where no perpetration
 is permitted, the Guru is with it to explain
 How some MC's are scared to ride on a Four train
 Or any other train in the city, for that matter
 Playin a role that they stole like a batter
 But I know they ain't so I'll paint the real picture
 My vocals go solo and like a bolo I'll hitcha
 square in your face I'll crack your ribs and your chest
 Cause you thought your off-brand jam was the best
 You fessed cause you guessed people would be impressed
 I'm gonna bust that bubble on the double "take a rest"
 (DJ Premier cuts "take a rest" for the chorus)
 [Guru]
 Sit back and reflect, ponder and chill out
 Rhymes like daggers make blood spill out
 But you can't blame me, for bringin disaster
 With all these ducks, claimin that they're the masters
 Only thing they mastered, is how to get wacker
 As I roll uphill, they roll downhill faster
 Now they're wondering how they lost their touch
 Wanna buy my rhymes but mine cost too much
 I'm the innovative one, call me the creative one
 and I won't stop til the job is done
 All the slobs just run when I come to get some
 Cause they know better, than to challenge this go-getter
 They get bust you can trust cause I won't let a
 booty-ass rapper get wins against me?
 I guarantee that I won't act friendly
 Cause crabs have a nerve and deserve to get whipped on
 Their girls get kissed on, while they get flipped on
 I slaughter and slay, or slap em up quick
 Cause the lyrics they kick make me seriously sick
 No substance, no value, but nevertheless
 They're gettin daytime play but I still say they should "take a rest"
 (DJ Premier cuts "take a rest" for four bars, then song fades