Gang Starr - I'm the Man lyrics

[Verse 1: Guru] I say people people, come on and check it out now You see the mic in my hand now watch me wreck it now What is a party if the crew ain't there? (What's your name, kid?) Call me Guru that's my man Premier Now many attempts have been made to hold us back Slander the name and withhold facts But I'm the type of brother with much more game I got a sure aim and if I find you're to blame You can bet you'll be exterminated, taken out, done It doesn't matter how many, they go as easy as just one Bust one round in the air for this here Cause' this year s**ers are going nowhere Cause' my street style and intelligence level Makes me much more than just an angry rebel I'm Gifted Unlimited Rhymes Universal MC's that ain't equipped get flipped in my circle I'm aiming on raining on the b**h a** chumps Cos their rhymes don't flow and their beats don't pump And n***as better know I paid my dues and sh** I'm bout to blow the f** up cause I refuse to quit I'm out to get the props that are rightfully mine Yeah me and the crew think it's about that time But on the DL you know that Gangstarr will conquer That's why you stare and point while others cling on to My Nautica, asking for a hook-up Well sorry but my schedule is all booked up Nobody put me on I made it up the hard way Look out for my people but the s**ers should parlay Cos it's business kid, this ain't no free for all You have to wait your turn, you must await your call So now, now it is my duty to Eliminate and subtract all of the booty crews And s**ers should vacate, before I get irate And I'll kick your can from here to Japan With force you can't withstand cos I'm the motherf**ing man [Bridge: Guru] Yo right now I got my man Lil Dap from the Group Home Yo step up to the mic and tell them why you're the man [Verse 2: Lil Dap] So much anger built inside So don't stop to say hi, motherf**er just die My sh** holds a mouthful so I guess you know what's up Why punks get k**ed at the end of the month Styles and styles I flip, Lil Dap remains sick Yes the Group Home is thick so all you punks hear this Every time you riff the more fame that we get Motherf**ers act hard, thinking that they are God n***as just don't understand, let me be my own man Did everything on my own, cos every place wasn't home Anywhere that I rest, had to dress with a vest I guess you get the routine, but with a lot of stress Frustration on my mind, brothers doing mad time Rhymes are organized like crime as they're ripped in a line Brothers just don't know how sh** got to go Cos I was told, to never give my back to the street As I walk through the ghetto, dead souls I greet See my man give him pound, then I walk with a frown Another minute, another brother's gunned down sh** is getting too close, that's why the Group Home is thick So every time you riff, the more fame that we get My father always said don't watch the one across the street Watch the one right next, because he's easy to flex Took heed to what he said, yeah that deep a** n***a While brothers hang around, trying to get down n***as just don't understand, I'm the motherf**ing man [Bridge: Guru] And also on the set from Dirty Rotten Scoundrels We got my man Jeru the Damaja Yo tell them why you're the man [Verse 3: Jeru the Damaja] I'll tap your jaw, you probably heard it before Step to the bedlamite, I'll prove my word is law Drugstore worth more, dope rhyme vendor Not partial to beef, a chief amba**ador n***as get mad cos they can't score Like a wild west flick they wish to shoot up my door But I incite a riot, don't even try it Bust up chumps so crab kids keep quiet Like I said before I tap jaws, snatch who*es k** s**ers in wars, vic a style you said was yours Money grip wanna flip but you're fish House the mic like your hooker and did tricks on the b**h Dirty Rotten Scoundrel and my name is Jeru Utilizing my tools in '92 MC's step up in mobs to defeat us when We rock knots and got props like Norm Peterson Lot's of friends, lot's of fun, lots of beers Got the sk**s, kreeno so I always get cheers Troop on like a trooper no tears for fears I'm a get mines cos the crew'll get theirs Cut you up like Edward Scissorhands You know the program I'm the motherf**ing man