Verse one: guru
No way you'll never make it
Come with the weak sh**, i break kids
Step into my zone, mad rhymes will stifle ya
Lines like rifles go blast when i kick some a**
A lot of rappers be like one time wonders
Couldn't say a fly rhyme if there was one right under
Their noses, i hate those motherf**in posers
But i'm so real to them it's scary
And with my unique sk**s nag you can't compare me
And no we don't make wack tracks
And all the s**ers get pushed back when i'm kickin real facts
I represent set up sh** like a tent boy
You're paranoid cause you're my son like elroy
And you'd be happy as hell to get a record deal
Maybe your soul you'd sell to have ma** appeal
Verse two:
Oh yes i'm greater than all mc's when i breeeze give me room please
I be like fascinatin when i be updatin
Cuttin off wack kids, pullin their trump cards
I thump hard, and mak eem say that i'm god
n***az be pretendin they hardcore
Never know the meaning of [real hardcore]
But i get props like a slogan and no man
Could ever try to diss when i kicks my jam
Lyrically def and connecting complete mic wrecking
No double checking vocals k** like weapons
But if i have to i go all out with no mic
Yeah that's right cause i survived mad fights
And for my peeps i truly care
Cause without some of them i wouldn't be here
And they all know how i feel
Cause s**ers be like playin themselves to have ma** appeal
Verse three:
I know i'm dope but don't wet that
I've suffered setbacks but now i'm makin greenbacks
Just like baggy slacks i'm crazy hip-hop
Check one two and you don't stop
Your head'll bop when i drop my crop
Of pure bomb, just like the seashore i'm calm
But wild, with my monotone style
Because i don't need gimmicks
Gimme a fly beat and i'm all in it
Word is bond i go on and on
For you it's tragic i got magic like wands
So i'ma end this lecture and i betcha
Those who kick dirt and do time i'm gonna get cha
Cause i be kickin the real
While they be losin the race tryin to chase ma** appeal