Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hall of Fame, artist - Guru. Date of issue: 20.06.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hall of Fame |
| Yea, it’s the Baldhead SLick ya heard, aka |
| dog ruizi, my man Solar on the track. I’m about |
| to hit one out the park baby. Peep this |
| You need to put me in the hall of fame |
| I’m worldwide, a legend in this game. Check the resume |
| You could put me in the hall of fame |
| I’m worldwide, a legend in this, Check the resume |
| Peep my groundwork, check how it’s masterfully laid |
| Composition when written gets classically made |
| Start with a concept then collect the beat |
| Sit and write the bomb shit and rep the streets |
| Respect my state of mind, I never waste a line |
| Suckers are featherweight, while I’m heavyweight with mine |
| I caught more war scars than others profess to |
| Don’t ask me to kick no rap, ask me to bless you |
| It’s special, just like a brand new three-eighty |
| Have you thrash your CD, 'cause man your forgaize |
| Or you could catch me with the gods building |
| You can catch me on the mic, spitting juice to all the god’s children |
| If I sold out, I could’ve sold millions |
| But in a minute, I’m about to hold billions |
| 'Cause after the charade, and after the parade |
| Niggaz got to pay homage, to the master of this trade |
| My lineage is large, my pilgreamage was hard |
| But I held down my square, my images of God |
| I hit the corner like I’m real familiar |
| I get up on ya like a wise guy will be familiar |
| And all the haters want to throw me off, bitches want to blow me of |
| Got die-hard fans, like I’m holy cross |
| See I’ma put you in your place |
| Niggaz be shook when they see a crook With triggers in their face |
| The triple OG’s is back in his rest |
| Scheming on the way, to kill a demon is his quest |
| I’m planning all the way, got cannons all the way |
| Got a boat load of artillery, landing on the bay |
| I never really cared about critical acclaim |
| Still I never let a punk, try to ridicule my name |
| And after all the hatin' and all of the debatin' |
| Niggaz will run to the stage, to see the master conversatin' |
| I’m like a one-man army, You little bums can’t harm me |
| And don’t try to send no little holocs to charm me |
| The hall of famer with my microphone flamer |
| The baller trainer with my monotone banger |
| I travel light years mentally |
| Essentially I’m wise, as if I’ve been here for centuries |
| And after the charade, and after the parade |
| Niggaz got to pay homage, to the master of this trade |
| Audience ovations |