Gang Starr - Ma** Appeal lyrics

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