[after DJ Premier intro]
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[Guru]
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It's that wise older brother
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That mind-moldin brother
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Still that nine-holdin brother, spittin like no other
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I smother other rappers as they gasp for air
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Came to give you exactly what you asked for here
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I'm like a one man task force here
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And once again, brains on bend as I go half with Premier
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Here, I go you the mic, sike
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This is my stage kid, you'll feel my rage kid tonight
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Who's gangsta, who's flossin, who's thuggin, who's boss man
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I'm here to get respect from L.A. from Boston
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My celly rings often cuz I got the goods
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MC's ride the wood, any beef I got the hoods
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Now come come now, what the heck were you thinkin
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Feel the dum dum's now, leavin you numb while you leakin
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I'm speakin, just to let you rap pro's know
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Ain't no gimmicks, no phony image, cuz I'm a natural
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[Chorus x2]
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The natural, the actual, the factual
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The classical, the radical
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You wanna act tough, we ain't mad at you
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It's just that we are here to adjust your phony attitude
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Gang Starr, we holdin it down just like a gat'll do
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[Guru]
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So natural, chicks in VIP come downstairs
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Rush me in pairs, shouldn't have brought them around here
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The rules say don't check the pimp, check the hoe
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Check the flow, I'm all up in the trap catchin the bankroll
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My steel shank holds one in the chamber like Antonio
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'Course I'm a stand-up guy, but you don't know me though
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I'm righteous, but I might just unvail my portfolio
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The plot just thicken and you've been stricken like polio
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Who's so-and-so, I'm tired of the lackluster busters
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It's the black General Custard, the king conductor to dust ya
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Touch ya, cuz you had nerve to try and conjure
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A way to surpass the master, but now I bombed ya
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Skiggy-hair man style like Lee Archer
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Five foot eight, Guru the Great, still a tree sparker
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I see farther than you average rap pro's
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Son here's a rattle, you've never seen battle
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I'm a natural
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[Chorus x2]
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Natural
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Gang Starr |