Intro: guru
Word is bond, these cats been on the mic fantasizing a lot
So called mcs, wannabe rappers and all that, whatever
You get your knot rocked kid, yo
Chorus: guru
You thought you brought your best lines, but they couldnt touch mine
I rocked you in your knot hope you have better luck next time
(repeat 2x)
Verse one: guru
So just perhaps, you wanna challenge my style of rap
Talkin bout you bust caps, we know thats just a pile of crap
The underground is where I dwell at
Its where I find my heaven, and where you find your hell at
Youre in my clutches now, you get slit up and lit up
Just like some dutches now, see Im hard to define
My mind travels far, from ghettoes to galaxies
Representin gangstarr -- the street life
The reason why my mic ignites, I bring more ruckus
Than a nightclub fight, or bar brawl
Im swingin lyrics like broken glass palm to skull yall
Hold your head, cause all that weak shit is dead
See the times are changin, and me and my peeps is gettin crazy fed
So remember when you writing your rhymes
Stop fantasizing, and bring some real shit next time
Yeah, bring some real shit, yo
Chorus
Verse two: guru
Yo, I do what I have to do to master you and capture you
Until you recognize, what my rapture can do
You thought I wouldnt step up, to keep my rep up
I aint them other kids, I dont need to play no catchup
I got too much pride for this, I know some niggaz
Thatll ride for this, with me its do or die for this
Street knowledge, intellect and spirituality
My survival package, as I deal with reality
Im like fishburne in hoodlum when I come to do em
Chew em up, spit em out, the most respected no doubt
You seen me in action so act you been knowin
The g-u-r-u, of the gang, Ive been flowing
Just like the river niger all the way to the hudson
Had so many lyrics stashed, and I couldnt wait to bust some
Lately, Ive watched this game evolve and elevate
So now I push my music like drug dealers push weight
Straight like that, straight out the gate
Cause its never too late, to set this fuckin record straight
But it is too late, for you and your crew son
You had the audacity to come against me, the gifted one?
And primo with the tracks, to inspire my next line
Youve got no wins here, so better luck next time
Chorus (cut short in 2nd repeat at I rocked you in your knot...)
Yeah yeah
Better luck next time
