| Brave is the knave who steps up to be slayed
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| by the one who forgave him for his first mistakes
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| He’d best behave, or I’ma send him a wave
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| of some shocking volts, he doesn’t know what he’s talkin about
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| He’s kickin a bunch of crap so I’ll be the judge of that
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| The boy lacks artistry but still he tries hard to be an entertainer, but instead he’s a waste of my time and your time so I’ll kick the pure rhymes
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| Whenever you’re looking for rap that’s exceptional
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| and credible, straight to the G’s you better go Cause GangStarr’s known to be prone to be masters of streetwise poetry and turntable wizardry
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| but still be a cold day in Hell when you hear that
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| Guru or Premier ever tell suckers get sales
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| but they fail in the long run that kid who went gold yo That was the wrong one but tonight the spotlight is all on me
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| I’m the Guru, of the G-A-N-G
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| Taking out scrubs cause they rub me the wrong way
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| and I’ll say, that they’ve still got a long way to go to show they can flow like a real pro
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| So gimme that loot catch the boot from my steel toe
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| I’m changing the scenery as I make em uncomfortable
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| cause most MC’s ain’t really got no pull
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| Watch me stifle em quick with the gift and the wit
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| Make em quit all that riff as I flip the script
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| Fool listen, I know that you’ve been missing
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| all this and so my rhymes are gonna gleem and glisten
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| like a gem, and if you are the fake MC type
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| I’ll shine so bright I’ll be blinding your eyesight
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| Your capabilities fall short so I’ma treat you like a dwarf
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| on a basketball court still you try to rap
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| And even claim you got new styles but
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| rolling your tongue’s been playe dout for a while
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| And you don’t sound fly so why are you doing that?
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| You had a dope track but you’re wack so you ruined that
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| I couldn’t make out what you were saying your diction
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| is jumbled where as me I’m conveying clear thoughts
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| to a crowd that’s most critical
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| Booty duck rappers like you are just pitiful
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| I bet you couldn’t name more than one pioneer
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| Cause you didn’t pay dues and you got on on outta nowhere
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| But that’s OK cause I’m peeping your card
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| If rap was my house you’d be sweeping the yard
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| As I recline I’ll find more chores to give ya like moppin the floors or maybe fetchin my slippers
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| So don’t even trip or run off with the lip
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| Cause as soon as you slip you know I’ll flip the script
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| So as I kick a bit flip with script without a skip
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| butter roll MC’s get dissed like this
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| You’ll never got none son because I’ll become troublesome
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| You rap like a simpleton
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| And I hate scum yo I can easily deflect your threats
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| cause they’re idle my recital will break you down
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| Just a fight til the end cause I can take ten at a time
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| Give em all a fair shot to see if any can rhyme
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| And even if one is decent, I’ll still get props
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| I’ll kick the slick lines til the last one drops
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| As my powerful skills are unveiled I’m tippin the scales
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| and weighing much more than your tall tales
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| Stop the exaggeration perpetration observe
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| and make simple notation
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| Nobody no where no way no how
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| is taking me out cause I can throw so you know now
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| Can you feel it, I bust raps so lay off
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| before I steal that so called title that you gave yourself
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| But you really ain’t jack so yo you played yourself
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| And now you look from a distance as you sweat my tip
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| You know I’ll whip you swift when I flip the script |