Yo this is your host with the most
The grand- high exalted,
never faulted
Known as Guru, sticking it to you
And this your co- host with the co- most
The mystic majestic, left right, left kid
Jeru the Damaja
Ayo, sup?
Yo, wassup, son?
I heard some crabs all in it,
talking about how you drink 40's and this and this and that
What?
Tell me how you feel about that
Yeah, whatever,
whatever
Ayo, Premier speed up this track
and I'ma drop the latest facts
As I de
liver rhymes with ease
and walk around with my head up
I'm dead up serious so don't be
getting too curious
Motherfuckers always wanna
know what makes me tick
I'll pull a phrase out quick
'cause I'm dipped and I'm slick
You thought that I would slip
'cause you seen me drinking 40's
It shocked you,
then you told your friends you saw me
Well say what you want 'cause
all of mine is intact
In fact I'll have you open
like a hooker's gap
I like to catch a buzz 'cause I
get into the beats more
MC's are washed up like dead
fish on the seashore
Save the talk 'cause
you know I walk that walk
Hitting city to city but I make
my home in New York
I know the time with this rap shit
'cause they got it all backwards
They need to take a hint or catch
my microphone imprint
Straight to the dome through
the skull to the tissue
Call me Guru I'll diss you if
you're pressing the issue
Not my style to be sweatin'
all the stupid ass rumors
I take it as a compliment and fuck you too
If you're scheming on the chance
to put a stain on my name
Don't even think about it 'cause ain't no shame in my game
subject
I ain't afraid to be real
A lot of MC's fake hard just
to gain appeal
I like some gangster rap,
don't like the prankster crap
So I get past all that by kicking
straight up facts
There ain't no reason to shoot
unless you got beef
If you pull out and you don't use
it than you may catch grief
Toolies and techs ain't toys
but kids got 'em today
And if they're ready to spray
best get the fuck out the way
I try keeping my sanity by
thinking of better times
If I write clever rhymes
then maybe I'll climb
But what the hell's success
if the mess ain't changing
50's still corrupt stupid gangs still bangin'
Stick up kids still stickin' nasty
hookers still trickin'
All the pimps still pimpin' and all the
crackheads trippin'
While the dealers still sellin' so I'll re
frain from the yellin'
And the preachin' 'cause
who the fuck would I reach man
Niggas don't wanna stop that,
they wanna live fat
Who'd wanna clean up their act when
the papes come in stacks
They live for the minute and they're all
wrapped up in it
It's an unfortunate state for
many it's too late
Now death stalks the streets and
it's right at your gate
So bug, lose your mind but I
ain't goin' insane
I'll kick the fly lyrics 'cause ain't no shame in my game
Life's a bitch so who
are we to judge each other
I know I got faults I ain't the
only motherfucker
Stuff I heard about you
wasn't too cool you know
Like how you smoke wools
and that your girl's a ho
But I don't listen to shit
unless the story's legit
Knuckleheads need to quit 'cause
they be riding the dilsnick
But I'll be taking care of
business regardless
And when it comes to rhyming
you know I'm hitting hardest
So you can kick dirt but in
the end you'll feel pain
You little sucker, there ain't no shame in my game
Gang Starr 
