Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song G.U.R.U., artist - Marco Polo. Album song G.U.R.U., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.04.2013
Record label: Soulspazm
Song language: English
G.U.R.U. |
I remember Bahamadia told me once, when she was rollin' around with Guru that |
he rolled up on this wack MC and said, «You cannot test the lyrical |
manifestations of the Guru.» |
Rest in peace! |
Keith E.E. |
It’s the gifted, his presence was so influential |
Unlimited, that was his reach and his potential |
Rhymes gonna keep you alive, you live through |
Universal — love and respect go out to Guru |
It’s a brand new year, you can tell when you hear the cannons |
Brooklyn is the heart of the city from where I’m standing |
Watching Ralph McDaniels kept me up on my music |
Friday afternoon 4 o’clock, you catch the new shit |
A day I will never forget, when I heard Premier cut |
''These are the words that I manifest'' |
Blew my mind, I’m like ''I bet this album fresh'' |
Premier was dressed like King, Guru was Malcolm X |
In the video for «Who's Gonna Take The Weight?» |
I came from the same place, I can straight relate |
I mean one was from Boston, the other one was from Texas |
But when they got together in Brooklyn it was the next shit |
''No More Mr. Nice Guy'' was good |
They got a greater next album, stepped in the arena like gladiators |
It’s a daily operation, no opponents for these dudes |
Respect is hard to earn without a moment of truth |
You always reminded me of what I’m rhyming for |
Got me in a New Music Seminar back in '94 |
You and Black, I was with Rubix, JuJu, and Forté |
We was snot-nosed kids, but you showed us love all day |
Then we got the pleasure to tour, you was the realest |
You showed us love, it was us, Bahamadia, and Slum Village |
Rest in peace Dilla, R.I.P. |
Guru |
I rocked with the greats backed up by The Roots crew |
Blowing a tree with Tariq, overseas we would speak |
It was mostly the voice, so unique |
I could hear you put your most to the beat, so complete |
No matter how big you got you was close to the street |
Me and Baldhead Slick would sit down over a beer |
We’d laugh about how people said I look like Premier |
At the end of the day all you wanted was respect |
And when people fronted it was just to get a rep |
Life is just a dream and what you make of it |
People never understood you and Solar’s relationship |
But who am I to question it? |
If you say that’s your peoples that’s your peoples |
It ain’t transparent for me to see through |
But all I know is that you showed me love when you was with us |
You lived for the music, your life was what you give us |
Hear your style, your influence, your life, it still hit us |
With the right document the fight is still in us |
I will never stop, cause whether or not if radio play us |
My ability should display a soliloquy of chaos |
Painting the perfect picture |
Trust me when I say that we miss ya |
I felt like getting Freddie Foxxx and Big Shug |
Reforming the militia, swarming on these niggas |
Threw on Jazzmatazz and let my thoughts simmer then |
A storm started blowing in my eyes, I want to eulogize |
The truest rhymes gonna keep Guru alive |
Some things in this industry, shit be so fake |
Make no mistake, one of the best of all time |
The God Universal, Ruler Universal |
The seventh letter, man, ain’t got no time for petty speakin' |