Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bare Witness , by - Guru. Release date: 12.07.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bare Witness |
| INTRO |
| Uh.T dot O to the N dot Y |
| That’s how we do it |
| Choclair, Kardinall hooked with my man Guru |
| And YlooK bitch? |
| What the fuck? |
| Yo, T-dot rocks y’all |
| We smoke and mix up in your face, you weeded |
| So you drop y’all, leaving y’all hired skills depleated |
| 'Cause you lockjaw, Chocs and Guru begin |
| Can you believe this how we lock y’all |
| Niggas who be talking how they bigger |
| How you figure? |
| You can spark with or talk with |
| This raw artist |
| You talk heartless but game straight harmless |
| Snatch your mic out your hand |
| Leave your fingers harmless |
| We rottweilers, while y’all be the tires |
| You need to retire |
| Fucking with Toronto, get your pink slip you’re fired |
| Kicked out the Thompson Hall through Apollo doors |
| Guru be the bre-the-ren |
| Bless the man, slide like the doors on the Caravan |
| The ill format, the skills all that |
| Twist enemies Jack |
| Let’s counteract, plus build and all that |
| In fact, take a flight to Toronto and back |
| Be over there with Choclair, Kardinall with the track |
| In the year born born, suckers have been forewarned |
| Take you higher than hydro or Moet ?? |
| Word is bond, it’s on in this rap game |
| I slap mens, mack dames, yes I’m a fly black king |
| Stacking paper now, packing flavour now |
| Hit you dead in the head now |
| My hunger gotta get fed now |
| My style’s similar to a fierce knuckle hit |
| Or like hollow-points to pierce your whole fucking frame |
| CHORUS X2 |
| A-yo witness the fitness |
| Who’s next on the hitlist? |
| Rap so exact that you can’t do shit |
| Now it’s the skinny man dropping this |
| Lock your brain, lock your lips |
| Talking shit? |
| Bust your game |
| Career flops? |
| I’m to blame |
| What’s the name? |
| Guru and the Chocs will reign |
| Wild like the lion’s mane walking through the rain |
| Or walking through the pain of critic suffering |
| Got my eyes on the prize with the red dot locked |
| That’s to keep it hot |
| My hungry-ass niggas be down for the figures |
| Green in the jean, Cruise like some act figures |
| You fucking with some raw, suave, dog ass niggas |
| Look into the eyes of the man that will be detrimental to your career |
| If you even touch the micstand, nigga 'nuff said |
| Verse 4: Guru |
| Hear the battle cry |
| Niggas getting herded like cattle to die |
| Why? |
| What the fuck you think? |
| You know they want our type of species to become extinct |
| Still we multiply, they can’t really kill us |
| They’re upset, we’re a threat 'cause their kids really feel us |
| They think we’re drug dealers, and some of us maybe are |
| But I be the G-U-R-U of the Gang to the Starr |
| I’m going far baby pa, dipping in a fly car |
| Getting eyes from the honeys, parking up at the bar |
| Always up to par when I spar |
| And yo, while your protecting your neck I be like breaking your jaw |
| Yo trizzack, your shit’s wizzack |
| I took that shit thizzack, it shouldn’t of even been up on the rizzack |
| Straight like thizzack, motherfuckers |
| A-yo witness the fitness |
| Who’s next on the hitlist? |
| Rap so exact that you can’t do shit |
| Cut and scratched by YlooK |
| «My attitude on the hoes.» |
| [-- Choclair |
| «I wreck the mic like a pimp pimps hoes» [-- Guru |