Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What I'm Here 4, artist - Gang Starr. Album song Moment Of Truth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Virgin Records America
Song language: English
What I'm Here 4 |
It’s the message in the song that makes you rock on |
Some people go to places where they don’t belong |
Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight |
But I’m here to bless this mic, aight? |
I take action the minute that the crowd gets hype |
I’m type crashin, down like a meteorite |
I’m Bogart-ing, mics and whole stages |
Destroying MC’s dreams, from words to whole pages |
Their rapbooks, look more like scrapbooks |
With their fictional fairytales and frail ass hooks |
A lot of shit has happened, since I started rappin |
There’s been enough beef, and enough gat clappin |
There’s been mad signs, for this brother to heed |
And while some choose greed, I choose to plant seeds |
For your mental, spirit and physical temple |
Bob your head to it, there’s the water you’ve been lead to it |
Bathe in it, a long time you’ve been cravin it |
Prance to it, use your third eye and glance through it |
Your state of being, becoming advanced through it |
While others rhyme with no reason I be breezin |
Their mics I seize them, then I try em for treason |
I used to always like to hang out |
Now I lounge in the rest writin bombs while tracks bang out |
I know you peeped me in the club then |
But now I’m in your speaker, with the voice that you’re lovin |
It’s the message in the song that makes you rock on |
Some people go to places where they don’t belong |
Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight |
But I’m here to bless this mic, aight? |
Peace to the young ladies, who wanna bone me much |
And peace to my nigga Premier, with the golden touch |
I never fall off point, like DeNiro in Casino |
Peace to Black Gambinos and all my peoples |
Dig the steelo, I’m fightin' wars you know |
As in the Jihad, most humble, most merciful |
That’s because I be God, I trog through fogs, puffing logs |
MC’s muttering menial madness, they get marred |
Scarred and barred, and then, banished from my fuckin' kingdom |
You got a fly one bring one, or else I come to fling some |
Exquisite exotic exciting type shit |
Enough to make the real heads wake up and get hype quick |
I’m type slick, known as the God Universal |
Kick rhymes without rehearsal, I cross the burnin sands |
Now I stand here with virtue, of course I could hurt you |
Simply with my point of view, and I knew |
That many would come, that’s why I’ve chosen |
To cut off pathways and there’s no runways or doorways open |
For the jokers who ain’t focused |
And all the fake mercenaries get buried by the tongue of terrifying fury |
Nothing’s blurry, fuck it I got no worries |
Hearts and minds shine bright light with insight |
Yeah since my birthright to set up cyphers with power |
'Cause mad shit ain’t right, like punks in the spotlight |
Who can’t freestyle, sometimes I make my peeps smile |
By sayin somethin crazy wild |
Like some shit off my dome that be soundin' |
Better than the next man’s whole album… |