DJ Premier - Premier & The Guru lyrics

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DJ Premier - Premier & The Guru lyrics

(Premier scratches "The Guru") It's '89, mine, I'm Keithy E. the Guru Premier is here with the flair, we're running to you Bust your grill with sk**, as we build and fulfil I drop the wisdom to quiz them, with precision we drill We're not the wannabe downs cause we're born to be down We're moving on with the sound, see we're gonna be around For a long time, I kick the strong rhymes You're empty-handed and stranded cause you were standing in the wrong line This is not the fake it's for sure pure authentic The gift is hitting home on your dome because we meant it You'll need a graffiti, don't heed and you'll be bleeding We'll rip you, and ship you back cause you're impeding The progress, and I guess that you should be told now Lo and behold how the scroll I unfold now Knowledge, wisdom, peace are what I'm true to In the rear is Premier, and I'm the Guru (Premier scratches) I sound greater because I'm head of the committee I chill in New York City, I'm witty, so get me To Brooklyn, so I can ill and peace no joke You slow poke, you'll go broke, you're rhymes ain't all that dope So take a backseat, with all your wack beats This is the one phase of my rage and onstage I slap eats For you to try to steal this, I will reveal this Like a prophet, I'll drop it, Premier will start to seal This coffin to be chewing, you soft and you'll be doing A dance with some ants in the ground, you clowns be chewing But you could never get this, the talents we've been blessed with So many different ways to phrase, you shouldn't mess with the Guru (Premier scratches) So here's the verdict, cause all you s**ers know you're booty You're played out, you'll fade out, I doubt that you can do me We ain't having no gabbing, when I be grabbing and jabbing In your ear like a spear prepare your body for bagging Cause you've been preparing to move, you'll be certain to lose Open your eyes up, wise up while I work with the groove To teach your next school, who'll be the next fool? That I can stomp down with compound nouns but like a pest, you'll Come back with dumb raps, then like a tech inside I'll take you out your misery you ought to step aside Your weak rap, you speak that yang so I'mma clue you The DJ's name is Premier, and I'm the Guru I'm telling you, '89 is mine. Peace!