"Tell the people what you're here for"
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Intro/Chorus: Guru
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It's the message in the song that makes you rock on
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Some people go to places where they don't belong
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Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight
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But I'm here to bless this mic, aight?
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Verse One: Guru
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I take action the minute that the crowd gets hype
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I'm type crashin, down like a meteorite
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I'm Bogart-ing, mics and whole stages
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Destroying MC's dreams, from words to whole pages
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Their rapbooks, look more like scrapbooks
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with their fictional fairytales and frail ass hooks
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A lot of shit has happened, since I started rappin
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There's been enough beef, and enough gat clappin
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There's been mad signs, for this brother to heed
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and while some choose greed, I choose to plant seeds
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for your mental, spirit and physical temple
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Bob your head to it, there's the water you've been lead to it
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Bathe in it, a long time you've been cravin it
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Prance to it, use your third eye and glance through it
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Your state of being, becoming advanced through it
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While others rhyme with no reason I be breezin
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Their mics I seize them, then I try em for treason
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I used to always like to hang out
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Now I lounge in the rest writin bombs while tracks bang out
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I know you peeped me in the club then
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but now I'm in your speaker, with the voice that you're lovin
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Chorus
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Verse Two: Guru
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Peace to the young ladies, who wanna bone me much
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And peace to my nigga Premier, with the golden touch
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I never fall off point, like DeNiro in Casino
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Peace to Black Gambinos and all my peoples
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dig the steelo -- I'm fightin wars you know
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as in the Jihad, most humble, most merciful
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That's because I be God, I trog through fogs, puffing logs
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MC's muttering menial madness, they get mobbed
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Scarred and barred, and then, banished from my fuckin kingdom
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You got a fly one bring one, or else I come to fling some
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exquisite exotic exciting type shit
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Enough to make the real heads wake up and get hype quick
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I'm type slick, known as the God Universal
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Kick rhymes without rehearsal, I cross the burnin sands
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Now I stand here with virtue, of course I could hurt you
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simply with my point of view, and I knew
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that many would come, that's why I've chosen
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to cut off pathways, and there's no runways or doorways open
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for the jokers who ain't focused
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And all the fake mercenaries get buried by the tongue of terrifying fury
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Nothing's blurry, fuck it I got no worries
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Hearts and minds, shine bright light with insight
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Yeah sense my birthright to set up cyphers with power
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cause mad shit ain't right, like punks in the spotlight
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who can't freestyle, sometimes I make my peeps smile
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by sayin somethin crazy wild
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like some shit off my dome, that be soundin
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better than the next man's whole album...
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What I'm Here 4
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| Gang Starr |
