Guru - Hall of Fame lyrics

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Guru - Hall of Fame lyrics

Yea, it's the Baldhead Slick ya heard, aka Dog ruizi, my man Solar on the track. I'm about To hit one out the park baby. Peep this [Chorus] You need to put me in the hall of fame I'm worldwide, a legend in this game. *Check the resume* You could put me in the hall of fame I'm worldwide, a legend in this, *Check the resume* (2X) [Verse 1] Peep my groundwork, check how it's masterfully laid Composition when written gets cla**ically made Start with a concept then collect the beat Sit and write the bomb sh** and rep the streets Respect my state of mind, I never waste a line s**ers are featherweight, while I'm heavyweight with mine I caught more war scars than others profess to Don't ask me to kick no rap, ask me to bless you It's special, just like a brand new three-eighty Have you thrash your CD, cause man your forgaize Or you could catch me with the gods building You can catch me on the mic, spitting juice to all the god's children If I sold out, I could've sold millions But in a minute, I'm about to hold billions Cause after the charade, and after the parade n***as got to pay homage, to the master of this trade [Chorus] - 2X [Verse 2] My lineage is large, my pilgreamage was hard But I held down my square, my images of God I hit the corner like I'm real familiar I get up on ya like a wise guy will be familiar And all the haters want to throw me off, b**hes want to blow me of Got die-hard fans, like I'm holy cross See I'ma put you in your place n***as be shook when they see a crook With triggers in their face The triple OG's is back in his rest Scheming on the way, to k** a demon is his quest I'm planning all the way, got cannons all the way Got a boat load of artillery, landing on the bay I never really cared about critical acclaim Still I never let a punk, try to ridicule my name And after all the hatin' and all of the debatin' n***as will run to the stage, to see the master conversatin' [Chorus] - 2X [Verse 3] I'm like a one-man army, You little bums can't harm me And don't try to send no little holocs to charm me The hall of famer with my microphone flamer The baller trainer with my monotone banger I travel light years mentally Essentially I'm wise, as if I've been here for centuries And after the charade, and after the parade n***as got to pay homage, to the master of this trade [Chorus] - 2X Audience ovations