GangStarr Lyrics

[flojoe]

INTRO:
The real hip hop
MCing and DJing from your own mind, you know
I guess right now we should start the show


[Guru]
Who's the suspicious character
Strapped with the sounds profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
"You're in the Terrordome", like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone you clones, and all you knuckleheads
Cause MC's have used up extended warranties
While real MC's and DJ's are a minority
But right about now I use my authority
Cause I'm like the wizard and you look lost like Dorothy
The horror be
When I return for my real people
Words that split wigs hittin' like some double Desert Eagles
Sportin' caps pulled low, and baggy slacks
Subtractin' all the rappers who lack, over Premier's tracks
Severe facts have brought this rap game to near collapse
So as I have in the past, I whip ass
Droppin' lyrics that be hotter than sex and candle wax
And one-dimensional MC's can't handle that
While the world's revolvin' on it's axis
I come with mad lovin' plus the illest warlike tactics
The wilderness is filled with this
So many people searchin' for false lift
I'm here with the skills you've missed
The rejected stone is now the cornerstone
Sorta like the master builder when I make my way home
You know my steez


CHORUS:
You know my steez
Let 'em know, do your thing y'all
Keep it live

To the beat y'all


The beat is sinister, Premo makes you relax
I'm like the minister when I be lacin' the wax
I be bringin' salvation through the way that I rap
And you know, and I know, I'm nice like that
Work through worldly problems
I got the healing power
When the mic's within my reach, I'm feelin more power
Stealin' at least three minutes of every rap radio hour
It's often easier for one to give advice
Than it is for a person to run one's own life
That's why I can't be caught up in all the hype
I keep my soul tight and let these lines takes flight
The apparatus gets blessed, and suckers get put to rest
No more of the unpure, I got the cure for this mess
The wackness is spreadin' like the plague
MC's lucked up and got paid
But still can't make the ****in' grade
How many times are wannabes gonna lie
Yo, they must wanna fry
They can't touch the knowledge I personify
I travel through the darkness, carryin' my torch
The illest soldier, when I'm holding down the fort
You know my steez


-CHORUS (4x)-


The mic..

On the microphone you know that I'm one of the best yet
Some punks ain't paid all of their debts yet
Tryin' to be fly, ridin' high on the jetset
With juvenile rhymes, makin' fake ass death threats
Big deal, like En Vogue, here's "Something you can feel"
Styles more tangible, an image more real
For some time now, I've held the scrolls and manuscripts
When it's time to go all out
You be like "Damn he flipped"
Now I'm sick, fed up with the bullshit
Got the lyrical full clip
Givin' you a verbal asswhip
Don't trip, it's the gifted prolific one
Known as "Baldhead Slick"
Why is the press all on my di-dick
My style be wilder, than a kamikaze pilot
Don't try it, I'm about to start more than a friggin' riot
Styles unsurpassable and nuggaz that's suckas
Yo, them mother****ers are harrassable
For I be speakin' from my parables and carry you beyond
The mic's either a magic wand
Or it gets tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb
Then I grab your palm, no pulse, you're gone
And if you thought we'd lose our niche
In this rap shit
You way wrong, I stay up, I stay on
Shine bright like neon
Your songs, pathetic, synthetic like Rayon
Fat beats, they play on
Want dope rhymes, put me on
Word is bond

You know my steez..


Deutsch:

Der echte Hip Hop
MC und DJ sein mit deinen eigenen Ideen
Ich schätze, wir sollten genau jetzt mit der Show anfangen


[Guru]
Wer ist diese verdächtige Person
Gewappnet mit fetten Sounds
Ähnlich wie Schüsse aus einer Pistole
Jetzt wird abgerechnet, wie Chuck D sagte
Es ist Zeit, euch Abziehbilder und Trottel zu entthronen
Denn MC's haben haben ihre Befugnisse aufgebraucht
Während echte MC's und DJ's in der Minderheit sind
Aber jetzt benutze ich meine Autorität
Denn ich bin wie der Zauberer und du siehst verloren aus
Der Horror wird es sein,
Wenn ich für meine echten Leute zurückkehre
Worte, die Köpfe spalten wie bei 'nem Kugelhagel
Habe meine Caps tief im Gesicht und weite Hosen an
Haue all die dürftigen MC's mit DJ Premier's Songs weg
Harte Fakten haben den Rap fast zum Kollaps getrieben
Also teile ich aus, wie ich's schon früher tat
Bringe Texte, die heisser als Sex und Kerzenwachs sind
Und eindimensionale MC's können damit nicht umgehen
Während die Welt sich um die eigene Achse dreht
Komme ich mit Liebe und den verrücktesten Kriegstaktiken
Es gibt so viele Leute, die es nicht drauf haben
So viele, die nach dem falschen Ziel streben
Ich bin hier, mit dem Können, was du vermisst hast
Erst wollte mich keiner, jetzt bin ich der Eckpfeiler
Ähnlich wie der Chef beim Bau, wenn ich es zu Ende bringe
Ihr kennt meinen Stil


CHORUS:
Ihr kennt meinen Stil
Lasst es sie wissen, macht euer Ding
Bleibt am Ball

Alle mit dem Beat


Der Beat ist derbe, DJ Premier lässt dich relaxen
Ich bin wie ein Pfarrer, wenn ich die Platte klar mache
Ich bringe Erlösung durch die Art wie ich rappe
Und du weisst, und ich weiss, dass ich gut dabei bin
Arbeite mich durch irdische Probleme
Ich besitze die heilende Kraft
Wenn das Mikro in der Nähe ist, fühle ich mich stärker
Stehle mindestens 3 Minuten von jeder Stunde Rapmusik
Es ist oft einfacher für Jemanden, Rat zu erteilen
Als es für ihn ist, das eigene Leben im Griff zu haben
Darum kann ich mich nicht von dem Hype mitreissen lassen
Ich habe Frieden im Innern und lasse diesen Text abheben
Rap wird gesegnet und Trottel werden zur Ruhe gebracht
Nicht noch mehr Mist, ich habe die Heilung für das Chaos
Schlechtes Material verbreitet sich wie eine Plage
MC's hatten Glück und bekamen Geld
Aber werden trotzdem nicht in die nächste Klasse versetzt
Wie viele Male werden Möchtegerns noch lügen
Yo, sie müssen's wohl wollen, dass man sie röstet
Sie kommen nicht an das Wissen heran, für das ich stehe
Ich reise durch die Dunkelheit, trage meine Fackel
Ich bin der Soldat, der die Hochburg des Rap verteidigt
Ihr kennt meinen Stil


-CHORUS (4x)-


Das Mikro..

Du weisst, am Mikro bin ich einer der Besten bis jetzt
Einige Punks haben ihre Schulden noch nicht bezahlt
Versuchen, cool zu sein, sind unter die Bonzen gegangen
Bringen unreife Reime, machen falsche Todesdrohungen
Na und, wie En Vogue sagten: Hier ist etwas was du fühlst
Der Stil ist greifbarer, das Bild ist echter
Für einige Zeit habe ich nun schon echten Rap gepredigt
Wenn's Zeit ist, auf's Ganze zu gehen
Wirst du sagen: "Verdammt, er hat sich verändert"
Jetzt reicht's mir, ich hab' die Nase voll von dem Scheiss
Habe Lyrics wie ein Magazin voll mit Patronen
Trete dir mit meinen Texten in der Hintern
Nerv' nicht, es ist der begabte Typ, der was drauf hat
Bekannt als "Schlauer Glatzkopf"
Warum ist die Presse immer gegen mich?
Mein Stil ist wilder als ein Kamikaze-Flieger
Versuch's nicht, ich werde mehr als einen Krawall anzetteln
Der Stil ist unübertrefflich, und Niggaz, die Trottel sind
Yo, diese Motha****az kann man belästigen
Wenn ich Parabeln erzähle, dich auf's nächste Level bringe
Ist das Mikro entweder ein Zauberstab
Oder eine Tragödie wie die Verwüstung einer Atombombe
Dann greife ich an deine Hand, kein Puls, du bist tot
Und wenn du dachtest, wir würden unseren Platz verlieren
In diesem Rapgeschäft
Liegst du total falsch, ich bleib' oben, ich bleib' dabei
Leuchte hell wie Neon
Dein Songs, erbarmungswürdig, synthetisch wie Kunstseide
Fette Beats hört man weiterhin
Willst du fette Reime, leg' meinen Kram auf
Mein Wort gilt



Nicht meine Übersetzung!



PEACE

[Fotee36]

No way you'll never make it
Come with the weak shit, I break kids
Step into my zone, mad rhymes will stifle ya
Lines like rifles go blast when I kick some ass
A lot of rappers be like one time wonders
Couldn't say a fly rhyme if there was one right under
Their noses, I hate those mother****in posers
But I'm so real to them it's scary
And with my unique skills nag you can't compare me
And no we don't make wack tracks
and all the suckers get pushed back when I'm kickin real facts
I represent set up shit like a tent boy
You're paranoid cause you're my son like Elroy
And you'd be happy as hell to get a record deal
Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal

Oh yes I'm greater than all MC's when I breeeze give me room please
I be like fascinatin when I be updatin
Cuttin off wack kids, pullin their trump cards
I thump hard, and mak eem say that I'm God
Niggaz be pretendin they hardcore
Never know the meaning of [real hardcore]
But I get props like a slogan and no man
Could ever try to diss when I kicks my jam
Lyrically def and connecting complete mic wrecking
No double checking vocals kill like weapons
But if I have to I go all out with no mic
Yeah that's right cause I survived mad fights
And for my peeps I truly care
Cause without some of them I wouldn't be here
And they all know how I feel
Cause suckers be like playin themselves to have mass appeal

I know I'm dope but don't wet that
I've suffered setbacks but now I'm makin greenbacks
Just like baggy slacks I'm crazy hip-hop
Check one two and you don't stop
Your head'll bop when I drop my crop
of pure bomb, just like the seashore I'm calm
But wild, with my monotone style
Because I don't need gimmicks
Gimme a fly beat and I'm all in it
Word is bond I go on and on
For you it's tragic I got magic like wands
So I'ma end this lecture and I betcha
Those who kick dirt and do time I'm gonna get cha
Cause I be kickin the real
While they be losin the race tryin to chase mass appeal

[Fotee36]

I profess and I don't jest cause the words I manifest
they will take you, sedate you, and I will stress upon
you the need for, you all to feed your
mind and soul, so you can lead your-self
to keep, I got a real objective here
I am effective here, cause I select a clear
Message to all, suckers I maul they fall from
Into the pit of purgatory
I go for glory, I take an inventory
Countin all the tough luck ducks while I narrate
Relate and equate, dictate and debate
My fate is to be, cold makin history
I use sincerity, but I'm so very deep
Doubts are questions, of all the skeptics
I'm kickin clout and, I'll leave you vexed
it's just true, there's nothing so-so cause I know
Right about to spin it I'm in it admit it I did it
to you, cause this is what I'm into
So chill while I instill that we all must fulfill
the proper mission for us and yo this is a must
It's usually lines of my rhymes I ingest
These are the words that I manifest, I manifest

I suggest you take a breath for the words I manifest
they will scold you and mold you, while I impress upon
you the fact that, I use my tact at
rhymin for climbin, and chill while I attract that
girl you're with, I got a sincere quality
I give her all of me, cause you're too small to be
tryin to riff, so let me uplift and shift my gift
Let's go to the fullest capacity
I got tenacity, because I have to be
The brother who must live and give with much insight
Foresight to ignite, excite and delight
And you might gain from it, or feel pain from it
Because I'm ultimate, and I'm about to let off
Knowledge is wisdom, understanding
Truth's the proof, so won't you throw a hand
in the air, put up a peace sign and be fine
If so we're feeling good we should we could we would
Stop, think for a moment OK?
And then sway while I convey that we must do away
with all the stress and the strife, so god bless your life
Use kindness, and never blindness
And you will find that this perspective is best, check it out
These are the words that I manifest, I manifest

I convey that what I say will awaken you today
After jockin while I'm talkin, but anyway
that you put it I give you, lyrics to live to
Righteousness rules, so I forgive you this time
For you are being very ignorant
That's insignificant, I guess you figured and
hoped to be, dope as me, ID you flee
Because the rest is too much for you
I'm your professor, I got the touch to
do more than the rest who fess and can't compete
I'm elite I'll defeat delete and mistreat
Make mincemeat of other fools, cause I'm the brother who'll
snatch up the funds and, make lonely ones
I meant it really, cause I'm clearly obsessed and I
These are the words that I manifest, I manifest

[Fotee36]

Stick up kids is out to tax (2x)
And this is how the story goes

Brothers are amused by others brother's reps
But the thing they know best is where the gun is kept
'Cause in the night, you'll feel fright
And at the sight of a 4-5th, I guess you just might
Wanna do a dance or two
'Cause they could maybe bust you for self or wit a crew
No matter is you or your brother's a star
He could pop you in check without a getaway car
And some might say that he's a dummy
But sticking you and taking all of your money
It's a daily operation
He might be loose in the park or lurking at the train station
Mad brothers know his name
So he thinks he got a little fame
From the stick-up game
And while we're blaming society
He's at a party with his man
They got their eye on the gold chain
That the next man's wearing
It looks big but they ain't staring
Just thinking of a way and when to get the brother
They'll be long gone before the kid recovers
And back around the way, he'll have the chain on his neck
Claimin' respect, Just to get a rep

Ten brothers in a circle
Had the kid trapped, the one wit the hood, he said, "We'll hurt you"
If you don't run out your dues and pay
Give up the Rolex watch or you won't see another day
See, they were on the attack
And one said, "Yo, you wanna make this to a homicide rap?
Make it fast so we can be on our way
Kick in the rings and everything, ok?"
The kid was nervous and flinching
And little shorty with the 3-8, yo, he was inchin
Closer and closer, put the gun to his head
Shorty was down to catch a body instead
Money was scared so he panicked
Took off his link and his rings and ran frantic
But shorty said, "Now" pulled the trigger and stepped
It was nothing, he did it just to get a rep

[Fotee36]

Take this for example young brothers want rep
Cause in the life they're living, you can't half step
It starts with the young ones doing crime for fun
And if you ain't down, you'll get played out son
So let's get a car, you know, a fly whip
Get a dent, pull a screwdriver, and be off quick
With a dope ride, yeah, and a rowdy crew
We can bag us a Benz and an Audi, too
Even a jeep or a van, goddamn, we're getting ours, yo
Take a trip up the strip, and be like stars so
It doesn't matter if the cops be scoping
They can't do jack, that's why a young brother's open
To do anything, anywhere, anyplace
Buckwild in another court case
It's the code of the streets

They might say we're a menace to society
But at the same time I say "Why is it me?"
Am I the target, for destruction?
What about the system, and total corruption?
I can't work at no fast-food joint
I got some talent, so don't you get my point?
I'll organize some brothers and get some crazy loot
Selling D-R-U-G-S and clocking dollars, troop
Cause the phat dough, yo, that suits me fine
I gotta have it so I can leave behind
The mad poverty, never having always needing
If a sucker steps up, then I leave him bleeding
I gotta get mine, I can't take no shorts
And while I'm selling, here's a flash report
Organized crime, they get theirs on the down low
Here's the ticket, wanna bet on a horse show?
You gotta be a pro, do what you know
When you're dealing with the code of the streets

Nine times out of ten I win, with the skills I be weilding
Got the tec one dealing, let me express my feelings
Guru has never been one to play a big shot
It's just the styles I got that keep my mic hot
Anf **** turning my back to the street scene
It gives me energy, so Imma keep fiends
Coming, just to get what I'm selling
Maybe criminal or felon dropping gems on your melon
So keep abreast to the GangStarr conquest
Underground ruffnecks, pounds of respect
I've never been afraid to let loose my speech
My brothers know I kick the code of the streets

[Fotee36]

Verse one: Big Shug

If heads only knew how I felt about the rap game
They'd relocate, and change their ****in name
I eradicate movefakers, roll with coat shakers
Give dap to mad money makers
Shared cells with lifetakers, have sex with rumpshakers
I make moves so I'ma earthquaker
I've been known to instill fear
Although the world may be round, we still trapped in the square
City light, got me buggin and trife
Some die by the gun, some die by the knife
It's alright, like a game of spades I'm trump tight
Premier hit me with music to ensure that it thump right
And my flight, will be taken solely at night
Cause that's when the freaks come out, no doubt
And in the dark hours is when I will shower
with the knowledge of my trade to get paid
Still I make moves like a snake in the grass, roundabout
I be dickin it down while you be assed out
Puff mad L's but never passed out
And if I'm caught up in a jam I blast my way out
There'll be no lettin up, just straight shuttin up
or we'll start the wettin up
Lyrical infrared sceptor never miss you
Big Shug, Guru, Freddie Foxxx, The Militia, militia

Chorus: Freddie Foxxx

Everybody's spittin it, the rhyme is hot
Cause it's Big Shug, Guru, and Freddie the Foxxx
When Premier bring the beats, no it just don't stop
It's The Militia

Chorus

Verse Two: Guru

Yo; I ain't one to succumb to no man, but to command
And scoop up the troops when it's time to take a stand
Emphatically, deep strategies leave casualties
I creep gradually, til everybody knows
that I got more flows than Rosebud got hoes
The anger inside had me trapped
til I got geared up with raps to tear you up like big gats
for big stacks, watch your back when I send em in
Caught you tremblin, my name and face you're rememberin
Several attempts, but nah bitch, you'll never win
Rhymes pierce your skin or maybe limbs we'll be severin
Take you to the mat, peep that, you should keep back
My ill-kid format will lay you flat like a doormat
that I walk on, I meditate while you talk on
And gossip, so I drop my hot shit; fully loaded glock clips
So get the **** out my block, kid
As nights turn to days, days go back to nights, we be speaking it right
And keeping it tight up in the street life
I meet life, head on, no holds barred
Born with a heart of gold, now mostly cold and scarred
En guard, choose your weapon, or get to steppin
Lyrical bullets make you dance from the trance you be kept in
Assessments are made before, and during combat
I master my hunger, blow the spot when I bomb cats
One of us, equals many of us
Disrespect one of us, you'll see plenty of us
Conflict, is what I predict
You and your fellas is mad jealous, attempting to flare
We cleverly stalked ya, your fam'll miss ya
The war's on, that's why we formed The Militia

Chorus

Verse Three: Freddie Foxxx

You niggaz owe me for my rhymes, I come to collect
For you dope fiend niggaz in rap, I here to inject, check
My style is water baby, spread it around
But when you niggaz don't flow it right and **** up my sound
I get down; in '89 I spit the buck in the face
of every MC that came in the place, a scar you'll never erase
MC's are only recognized for their flows
I'm worldwide for the bitches, that I turned into hoes
You heard me spit it on Jew-elz, that's how it goes
For all them faking ass niggaz and how I bust up they nose
And while your, nose is drippin, and drainin blood
I be standing over you screamin, "Nigga, WHAT, WHAT?! Nigga WHAT?!"
Niggas feel my presence, like I'm right in they palm
Cause a stormy day is coming, when you see me so calm, it's on
No more twin glocks, they jam up my plays
Now its twin .40 calibre Walther PPK's
I'm in the control of my game, you must respect me like The Ref
Uh-huh, you disrespect you get the tech
I turn you fake niggaz on and off, like I'm the clapper
I rob so many niggaz, they should call me Jack the Rapper
I'll the illest nigga doing this, dead or alive
Gloria Gaynor on you mother****ers, I Will Survive
You can try to come at me, but do you want the kick back?
You snap inside the cage of a pit, and you get bit back, huh
My war is so tight, my drama so ill
Beef with me hangs around like a unpaid bill
I push these lyrics through any MC, and make it burn
So the niggaz who be rhyming next, will miss a turn
When you speak of who's the dopest MC, I don't come up
But when you speak of who's the livest MC, I stay what up, what's up?
I got stripes while you got strikes and bogus mikes
Do what bitch niggaz do best bite
You niggaz can't make up a law that I don't overrule, overthrow
Prim' brought Bumpy these tracks so I can let you know
Before I slide I'ma leave you this jewel
Even mechanics walk around with they tools
It's the Militia

[Fotee36]

You do your first bid and dirt to get your name known
You never talk too much to get your spot blown
Now you're no longer just a face in the crowd
You're gettin so much respect that niggaz might as well bow
And movin up with your hustle like you planned it
Rakin dough like the world's greatest bandit
Always got one eye open, for the stick-up kids postin
So much cream chumps they can't understand it
Ladies flock to your jock like it's golden
Curious, to test the weight you be holdin
but you ain't got no time, to be chasin felines
If she's the chick that you pick then she gets chosen
People treat you like you're ghetto royalty
And all your staff shows you utmost loyalty
You paid your dues, refuse to lose in this scenario
The rep grows bigga, you're a legend and a hero

Your fame has gotten larger than your life
You've got a harem of bitches and killer niggaz that's hype
They got your back, but you so fly you don't need em
You shit what you're eatin so you don't peep the proceedings
They start schemeing, feeling that you're too swollen
and that's the reason why your cash and stash gets stolen
You start perspiring, because you're paranoid
Still another confrontation that you couldn't avoid
Prepare for drama, as if you were a stunt man
Back in the days you was a forty and a blunt man
Today you're a Willie, now the weather's too chilly
New York City ain't the place to be frontin
Over your shoulders day and night's where you look
Your so-called fam ran a scam, and you got shook
Go back to square one, better go talk to your son
See reps grow bigga in the life of a crook

Years ago, we were new jacks to this scene
Showed some effort, made fat records, but still saw no green
Know what I mean? They tried to stifle us
Nigga you could not believe how really ill and trife it was
Fed up so we headed on a serious mission
Wishin, that we could better our position
Two businessmen, Guru and Prim', we enterprised
Too strong to be stepped on, creatively wise
The dedicated ministers of underground sound
When we're doin our thing, you know we don't **** around
No matter how bizarre and different you think you are
your team wouldn't dream of competeing with GangStarr
Premier in the rear with the beats and cuts
And Guru with the mic ready to tear shit up
Take us out the game nigga? How you figure?
The name is well kept, and the rep just gets bigga

[Fotee36]

DJ Premier: Big L, Rest In Peace

Intro:
Feel the realness
In this business of rep
Go ahead

[Guru]
Fresh out the gate again, time to raise the stakes again
Fatten my plate again, y'all cats know we always play to win
G-A-N-G, to the Starr's, son
Haters, took this shit too far, son
So thats all for you, I'm whiping out your whole team
I'll splatter your dreams with lyrics to shatter your schemes
The badder you seem, the more lies you tell
The more lies you sell, then by surprise you fell
Into my deathtrap, right into my clutches
Stupid, you know the God must bless every single mic he touches
I've suffered, just so I could return harder
Wanna be the shit starter? **** around, make you a martyr
I make ya famous, turn around and make ya nameless
Cause you never understood to me how vital this rap game is
Save it and hold that, you catch a hot one
Rhymes chase a fake nigga down soon as I spot one

Chorus:
Full clip
Do you wanna mess with this?
Gang Starr
I'm one of the best yet
I'm nice like that
"It's all good"
In this business of rep
so I suggest you take a rest

[Guru]
So if you stand in my way, I'm gonna have to spray
Learn that "if you come against me son your gonna have to pray"
Since back in the day I held The Weight and kept my head up
The wanna see the God catch an L Itz all a Set Up
I give no man or thing power over me
Why these niggaz so jealous and lookin sour, over me?
I'm bolder, G, I'm like impossible to stop
I'm like that nigga in the ring with you, impossible to drop
I'm like two magazine fully loaded to your one
Plus I ain't gonna quit spittin, nigga, till your done
Plus, more than over, I got my whole shit together
More than a decade of hits, that'll live forever
Catchin rep off my name? Your bound to fry
Know how many niggaz that I know, is done to die
We never fail, and we ain't never been frail
You niggaz talk crime, but you scared of jail

Chorus

[Guru]
Attackin like a slick Apache lyrics are trigger happy
Pullin back your wig piece just for the way your lookin at me
Talk back, blaow! I hit you up right now
I don't know why so many of y'all wanna be thugs anyhow
Face the consequence, of your childish nonsense
I could make your head explode just by my lyrical content
Get you in my scope and metaphorically snipe ya
I never liked ya, I gas that ass and then ignite ya
The flame thrower, make your peops afraid to know ya
How many times I told ya, "play your position" small soldier
My heart is colder, makes me wanna resort to violence
Stop beatin me in the head son, nah, I'm not buyin it
I'm ready to blast, ready to surpass and harass
I'm ready to flip, yeah I'm ready to get with all that cash
I hold my chrome steady, with a tight grip
So watch your dome already cause this one might hit

Chorus

[newbie]

Total:Mmm
You gotta hold your head up..
Oahh-eahh-oh-ahh, oahh-eahh-oh-ahh
Oahh-eahh ahh-ahh
Oahh-eahh-oh-ahh-oh-ahh-oh-ahh-ahhhh
Oahh-eahh-oh-ahh, oahh-eahh-oh-ahh
Oahh-eahh-oh-ahh

Guru: Yo.. just because I want to it don't mean I will And just because I'm angry it don't mean I'd kill And just because she looks good it don't mean I'd hit it And just because I'm horny, it don't mean I'm widdit Just because I make records, don't mean that I'm gassed And just because I'm rappin, don't mean I chase ass Just because I'm whylin don't mean I can't stop I got discipline baby, and I use it a lot People, here's somethin that you should be considerin Things could turn bitter when, you don't use discipline You might wake up the next day, upset and in fear Buggin out, yappin bout, "How the **** did I get here?

Who the hell is this stranger, starin all in my face?" Now you wishin you hadn't positioned yourself, in that place Think just in case you shoulda took more precaution A good time can become a nightmare so often Like this nigga I know, that met these chicks on tour They rocked him to sleep, robbed his ass for cash galore Skated off in the night, without a trace or a hint Scheamin tantalizin him, dressed up in lace and shit Caught that kid out there, all high and dumbfounded Made him think he was gettin some pussy He just knew he was gonna pound it Situations like this, will make you think twice That's why instead of preachin death in my songs, I breathe life

Total: Baby won't you take the time (take the time) Let me know what's on your mind (your mind) Just because I'm yours don't make it right (don't make it right) Baby won't you take the time (bay-bee..) Let me know what's on your mind (I'm waiting..) Slow down baby now let's make it right (on your love..)(I like you..)

Guru: Tycoon thug, he made a ten thousand dollar investment Now he's not to be messed with, makes the girls get undressed quick He's on some big muscled chest shit, posted by the exit That's my man, he's the owner, yeah he be on some next shit Said we'll make a few million by the next millenium Told me to keep droppin jewels like a triggerman, puttin lead in him Like Flavor said, I tell these hoes to, kill the noise You know your Pops told you, watch them New York boys All night, the ladies be like up in my mug Tranquilin and trance dancin up in my drug Fly honies, they hold me down like always The same cat that used to get blunted down in the hallways I love the cutie pies, never the zootie pies I got discipline, I want the crew to rise Situations like this'll make you think twice Instead of preachin death in my songs, I breathe life

Total: Baby won't you take the time (uh-huh) Let me know what's on your mind (your mind) Just because I'm yours don't make it right (don't make it right) Baby won't you take the time (bay-bee..) Let me know what's on your mind (I'm waiting..) Slow down baby now let's make it right (on your love..) (I like you..)

Guru: Ladies, here's somethin that we should be considerin Things could get bitter when, you don't use discipline Imaginin yourself livin lavish and plush Hangin with the cat who be spendin cabbage and buyin stuff However, don't be too clever with your endeavor And don't let too many men, receive your treasure Most cats, be thinkin with they bozack

I admit in the past I was tryin to break these hoes backs Escape, without givin up a dime You know them fly ladies had a good ****in time Coppin me some Timberland with a jacket to match it Girls nowadays wanna pigeon for chickenscratch And I ain't givin up nathan long as my game expands, it's my discipline to hate 'em Situations like this, will make you think twice

That's why instead of preachin death in my songs, I breathe life And just because I want to it don't mean I will And just because I'm angry it don't mean I'd kill And just because she looks good, it don't mean I'd hit it And just because I'm horny, it don't mean I'm widdit Just because I make records, don't mean that I'm gassed And just because I'm rappin, don't mean I chase ass And just because I'm whylin, don't mean I can't stop I got discipline baby whether you do or not

Total: Baby won't you take the time (the time) Let me know what's on your mind (your mind) Just because I'm yours don't make it right (just because I'm yours) Baby won't you take the time (bay-bee..) Let me know what's on your mind (I'm waiting..) Slow down baby now let's make it right (on your love..)

[systemfeind]

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[Attaphek]

ihr habt die bombe vergessen!!!
MOMENT OF TRUTH

[some Jamaican gwal]
No matta wat we fyace
We mus face de moment of trut baybe

Chorus: Guru

They say it's lonely at the top, in whatever you do
You always gotta watch mother****ers around you
Nobody's invincible, no plan is foolproof
We all must meet our moment of truth

Verse One: Guru

The same sheisty cats that you hang with, and do your thang with
could set you up and wet you up, nigga peep the language
It's universal, you play with fire it may hurt you
or burn you, lessons are blessings you should learn through
Let's face facts, although MC's lace tracks
it doesn't mean behind the scenes there ain't no dirt to trace back
That goes for all of us, there ain't nobody to trust
It's like sabotage, it's got me ready to bust
But I can't jeapordize, what I have done up to this point
So I'ma get more guys, to help me run the whole joint
Cultivate, multiply, motivate, or else we'll die
You know I be the masterof the who what where and why
See when you're shinin, some chumps'll wanna dull ya
Always selfish jealous punks, will wanna pull ya
down, just like some shellfish in a bucket
cause they love it, to see your ass squirm like a worm
But just as you'll receive what is comin to you
Everybody else is gonna get theirs too
I ain't no saint, therefore I cannot dispute
That everyone must meet their moment of truth

Chorus: Guru

Actions have reactions, don't be quick to judge
You may not know the harships people don't speak of
It's best to step back, and observe with couth
For we all must meet our moment of truth

Verse Two: Guru

Sometimes you gotta dig deep, when problems come near
Don't fear things get severe for everybody everywhere
Why do bad things happen, to good people?
Seems that life is just a constant war between good and evil
The situation that I'm facin, is mad amazin
to think such problems can arise from minor confrontations
Now I'm contemplatin in my bedroom pacin
Dark clouds over my head, my heart's racin
Suicide? Nah, I'm not a foolish guy
Don't even feel like drinking, or even gettin high
Cause all that's gonna do really, is accelerate
the anxieties that I wish I could alleviate
But wait, I've been through a whole lot of other shit, before
So I oughta be able, to withstand some more
But I'm sweatin though, my eyes are turnin red and yo
I'm ready to lose my mind but instead I use my mind
I put down the knife, and take the bullets out my nine
My only crime, was that I'm too damn kind
And now some skanless mother****ers wanna take what's mine
But they can't take the respect, that I've earned in my lifetime
And you know they'll never stop the furious force of my rhymes
So like they say, every dog has it's day
And like they say, God works in a mysterious way
So I pray, remembering the days of my youth
As I prepare to meet my moment of truth

("You should know the truth
And the truth shall set you free" --> from _Who's Gonna Take the Weight?_)

Verse Three: Guru

Yo I got one lyric pointed at your head for start
Another one, is pointed at your weak ass heart
Now if I pull the trigger, on these fully loaded lines
You're gonna wish I woulda pulled a black nine, I mack dimes
Crack the spines of the fake gangsters
Yeah the bitin triflin niggaz, and the studio pranksters
Yo lookin at the situation plainly: will you remain G?
Or will you be looked upon strangely?
I reign as the articulator, with the greater data
Revolvin on the TASCAM much doper than my last jam
While others struggle to juggle, tricky metaphots
I explore more, to expose the core
A lot of MC's, act stupid to me
And we have yet to see, if they can match our longevity
But anyway it's just another day
Another fake jack I slay with my spectac' rap display
Styles, smooth but rugged -- you can't push or shove it
You dig it and you dug it cause like money you love it
The king of monotone, with my own throne
Righteously violent prone my words bring winds like cyclones
Stormin your hideout, blockin out your sunlight
Your image and your business, were truly not done right
Throw up your he-Allah-I now, divine saviors
You got no hand skills there's no security to save ya
No pager, no celly, no drop top Benz-y
I came to bring your phone hip-hop, to an ending
My art of war will leave you sore from the abuse
Cause you must meet your moment of truth

First Chorus