| Guru:
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| What you need is more direction and get yourself some protection
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| I thought by now that you have learned your lesson
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| I’m stressin points and slammin all joints you call the real shit
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| Correct shit, you know the busta way you feel shit
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| Baby, I still don’t think you understand
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| You lose the game, we get more props than Dan… Rather
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| And it don’t matter cuz when you flinch, you’re weak
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| So I’mma step just to speak about the counterfeit, unlegit type of people
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| Those cellophane ones, the ones that you can see through
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| It’s poetic justice cuz I’m mad with a pact
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| So precise, my insight will take flight in the night
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| And in the daytime, cuz I don’t come up with corny rhymes
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| I’m too devoted to the concept of gettin mine
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| So here’s the deal like Shaquille O’Neal
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| If you don’t know what you’re doing, how the hell can you be real?
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| (scratching)(Q-Tip from Check the Rhime) How far must you go to gain
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| respect? |
| Um…
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| Guru:
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| Now in '93, realistically you should be… well aware of all the evils out
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| there
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| It’s like a jungle sometimes. |
| You get the message?
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| You got to rumble sometimes, it’s gettin hectic
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| Emotions run deep, as times run out
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| Solutions… it's time to find some out
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| So according to me, suckers are barred
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| >From obstructing my discussion cuz I rhyme too hard
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| You take a wiff like a spliff here, like some fresh air
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| I came to claim shit this year (this year)
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| So take a stroll down the walkway, or hallway, or runway
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| Fuck with us, kid, you’ll pay
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| I slay… and yo, I’m still on the expressway
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| I kick my essay, then you know we don’t play
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| So pray down on your knees, G Cuz it’s the best way, yes, the best way, cuz…
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| Guru:
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| There’s a large amount of wack crews. |
| For them, I got bad news
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| Time to pay your dues, you fools
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| I’m like express mail, with the script that hits
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| Like the third rail, when I shock the spot, it’s hot
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| >From the rays of the sun
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| Original one the prophet sent to become
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| A law giver, cuz you shiver when I quiz ya All about the real neccessities of life
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| All about the game and all about the name
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| G to the A to the N to the G Starr
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| We know who we are, but do you know who you are?
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| (Richard Pryor: You go down there looking for justice, that’s what you
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| find, just us)
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| (scratching) Um… (until end) |