Brave is the knave who steps up to be slayed
By the one who forgave him for his first mistakes
He'd best behave, or I`ma send him a wave
Of some shocking volts, he doesn`t know what he`s talkin about
He's kickin a bunch of crap so I`ll be the judge of that
The boy lacks artistry but still he tries hard to be
An entertainer, but instead he`s a waste of
My time and your time so I`ll kick the pure rhymes
Whenever you`re looking for rap that`s exceptional
And credible, straight to the G`s you better go
Cause GangStarr`s known to be prone to be
Masters of streetwise poetry and turntable wizardry
But still be a cold day in Hell when you hear that
Guru or Premier ever tell s**ers get sales
But they fail in the long run that kid who went gold yo
That was the wrong one but tonight the spotlight is all on me
I`m the Guru, of the G-A-N-G
Taking out scrubs cause they rub me the wrong way
And I`ll say, that they`ve still got a long way to go
To show they can flow like a real pro
So gimme that loot catch the boot from my steel toe
I`m changing the scenery as I make em uncomfortable
Cause most MC`s ain`t really got no pull
Watch me stifle em quick with the gift and the wit
Make em quit all that riff as I flip the script [Chorus] Fool listen, I know that you`ve been missing
All this and so my rhymes are gonna gleem and glisten
Like a gem, and if you are the fake MC type
I`ll shine so bright I`ll be blinding your eyesight
Your capabilities fall short so I`ma treat you like a dwarf
On a basketball court still you try to rap
And even claim you got new styles but
Rolling your tongue`s been playe dout for a while
And you don`t sound fly so why are you doing that?
You had a dope track but you`re wack so you ruined that
I couldn`t make out what you were saying your diction
Is jumbled where as me I`m conveying clear thoughts
To a crowd that`s most critical
Booty duck rappers like you are just pitiful
I bet you couldn`t name more than one pioneer
Cause you didn`t pay dues and you got on on outta nowhere
But that`s OK cause I`m peeping your card
If rap was my house you`d be sweeping the yard
As I recline I`ll find more chores to give ya
Like moppin the floors or maybe fetchin my slippers
So don`t even trip or run off with the lip
Cause as soon as you slip you know I`ll flip the script [Chorus]