[Guru]
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That makes me know that, we we we we're doin
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We had the right idea in the beginning
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And and we just need to maintain our focus, and elevate
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We what we do we update our formulas
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We have certain formulas but we update em (oh right)
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with the times, and everything y'know
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And and so.. y'know
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The rhyme style is elevated
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The style of beats is elevated
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but it's still Guru and Premier
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And it's always a message involved
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"The real... hip-hop"
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"MCing, and DJing.. from your own mind, ya know?"
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"I, I guess right now we should start the show"
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[Guru]
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Who's the suspicious character strapped with the sounds profound
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Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
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You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
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It's time to dethrone you clones, and all you knuckleheads
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Cause MC's have used up extended warranties
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While real MC's and DJ's are a minority
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But right about now, I use my authority
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Cause I'm like the Wizard and you look lost like Dorothy
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The horror be when I return for my real people
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Words that split wigs hittin like some double Desert Eagles
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Sportin caps pulled low, and baggy slacks
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Subtractin all the rappers who lack, over Premier's tracks
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Severe facts have brought this rap game to near collapse
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So as I have in the past, I whup ass
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Droppin lyrics that be hotter than sex and candlewax
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And one-dimensional MC's can't handle that
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While the world's revolvin, on it's axis
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I come with mad love and plus the illest warlike tactics
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The wilderness is filled with this; so many people
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searching for false lift, I'm here with the skills you've missed
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The rejected stone is now the cornerstone
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Sort of like the master builder when I make my way home
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You know my steez...
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"You know my steez" --> Method Man
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"Let em know, do your thing y'all""Keep it live"
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"To the beat y'all" --> Flavor Flav
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The beat is sinister, Primo makes you relax
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I'm like the minister, when I be lacin the wax
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I be bringin salvation through the way that I rap
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And you know, and I know, I'm nice like that
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Work through worldly problems, I got the healing power
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When the mic's within my reach, I'm feelin more power
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Stealing at least three minutes of every rap radio hour
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It's often easier for one, to give advice
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Than it is for a person to run one's own life
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That's why I can't be caught up in all the hype
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I keep my soul tight and let these lines takes flight
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The apparatus gets blessed, and suckers get put to rest
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No more of the unpure I got the cure for this mess
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The wackness is spreadin like the plague
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MC's lucked up and got paid but still can't make the fuckin grade
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How many times are wannabe's gonna lie?
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Yo they must wanna fry, 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 holding down the fort
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("You know my steez" --> Method Man)
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You know my steez...
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"Let em know, do your thing y'all""Keep it live"
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"You know my steez" --> Method Man
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*repeat 4X with very last line modified as follows*
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"The mic..."
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On the microphone you know that I'm one of the best yet
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Some punks, ain't paid all of their debts yet
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Tryin to be fly, ridin high on the jet-set
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With juvenile rhymes makin fake-ass death threats
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Big deal, like En Vogue, here's something you can feel
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Styles more tangible, and image more real
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For some time now, I've held the scrolls and manuscripts
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When it's time to go all out you be like, "Damn he flipped"
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Now I'm sick, fed up with the bullshit
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Got the lyrical full clip, giving you a verbal asswhip
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Don't trip it's the gifted prolific one
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Known as Bald Head Slick -- why is the press all on my di-dick?
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My style be wilder, than a kamikaze pilot
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Don't try it, I'm about to start more than a friggin riot
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Styles unsurpassable, and nuccas that's suckas, yo
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Them motherfuckers are harrassable
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For I be speaking 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 |