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featuring Guru
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* this was rhymed in 96 before You Know My Steez and So Wassup
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from which several rhymes of this freestyle were taken
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[Guru]
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Yeah Gurizzi up in the house Gang Starr forever
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(Gang Starr) New York City. Mm hmm
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Fuck the fame and the bright lights and all that
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(Yeah them fuckin chicken head bitches) I'ma do this here
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I come off like my sweatshirt when I'm workin out
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MC's be workin out, no doubt
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You shouldn't come around cause I'll beat you down
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To the ground with this lyrical four-pound
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Yo, I'm right in your streets, like Urban Outreach
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Rhyme perfection, injectin like the doctor
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Rocked ya, and then shot ya, blao-blao!
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Whatever you've got, I got more
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You're insecure, motherfucker!
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And now your facin, yes, your ultimate challenger
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The Avenger, your fate is on my calendar
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Notice this spirit I posess is more than holy
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I'm Gifted Unlimited... fuck the rest you niggaz know me
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My mic illuminates your whole spectrum
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Crush your dome section, punks I wreck em, mics I bless em
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I don't why, MC's would come and test the INI
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Master of self, my wealth, is just my state of mind
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I stack my loot, just for the rainy day
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And you can pull out your forty, for rappers I slay
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I bring the BOUNTY BACK!
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And then I give my thanks, for just being black
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I got the knack, the rap format, to bust your corpuscles
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Piecin through your fuckin snorkel
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Even if its goosed-down, you get run out of town
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The apparatus gets blessed, suckers get put to rest
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No more of the impure I got the cure for this mess
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The wackness is spreadin like the plague
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MC's they wanna get paid, but they can't make the fuckin grade
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How many times are wanna be's gonna try?
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Yo, they must wanna die cause they can't touch the knowledge I personify
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I travel through the darkness, carrying my torch
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The illest soldier, when I'm holdin down the fort
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For some time now, I held the scrolls and manuscripts
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When I start to go all out, you be like, "damn, he flipped"
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Now I'm sick, and fed up with bullshit
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I got that lyrical Full Clip, givin the verbal ass-whip
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so don't trip, Its the Gifted one, spliff-ted one
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Alias Bald Head Slick, why is niggaz on my di-dick?
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Cause I be iller than a komakazie pilot, don't try it
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I'm about to start more than a fuckin riot
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Styles unsurpassable, and knuckers thats suckers
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Yo, the motherfuckers is harassable
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For I be speakin from my parables and carry you beyond
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The mic's either a magic wand
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or it gets tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb
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And I read your palm, no pulse your dead
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Guru Freestyle
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| Tony Touch |
