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Gangstarr what I’m here 4
- Tell the people what you're here for
- It's the message in the song that makes you rock on
- Some people go to places where they don't belong
- Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight
- But I'm here to bless this mic, aight?
- I take action the minute that the crowd gets hype
- I'm type crashin', down like a meteorite
- I'm Bogart ing, mics and whole stages
- Destroying MC's dreams, from words to whole pages
- Their rapbooks, look more like scrapbooks
- With their fictional fairytales and frail ass hooks
- A lot of shit has happened, since I started rappin'
- There's been enough beef, and enough gat clappin'
- There's been mad signs, for this brother to heed
- And while some choose greed, I choose to plant seeds
- For your mental, spirit and physical temple
- Bob your head to it, there's the water you've been lead to it
- Bathe in it, a long time you've been cravin' it
- Prance to it, use your third eye and glance through it
- Your state of being, becoming advanced through it
- While others rhyme with no reason I be breezin
- Their mics I seize them, then I try em for treason
- I used to always like to hang out
- Now I lounge in the rest writin' bombs while tracks bang out
- I know you peeped me in the club then
- But now I'm in your speaker, with the voice that you're lovin'
- It's the message in the song that makes you rock on
- Some people go to places where they don't belong
- Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight
- But I'm here to bless this mic, aight?
- Peace to the young ladies, who wanna bone me much
- And peace to my nigga Premier, with the golden touch
- I never fall off point, like DeNiro in Casino
- Peace to Black Gambinos and all my peoples
- Dig the steelo I'm fightin' wars you know
- As in the Jihad, most humble, most merciful
- That's because I be God, I trog through fogs, puffing logs
- MC's muttering menial madness, they get mobbed
- Scarred and barred, and then, banished from my fuckin' kingdom
- You got a fly one bring one, or else I come to fling some
- Exquisite exotic exciting type shit
- Enough to make the real heads wake up and get hype quick
- I'm type slick, known as the God Universal
- Kick rhymes without rehearsal, I cross the burnin' sands
- Now I stand here with virtue, of course I could hurt you
- Simply with my point of view, and I knew
- That many would come, that's why I've chosen
- To cut off pathways, and there's no runways or doorways open
- For the jokers who ain't focused
- And all the fake mercenaries get buried by the tongue of terrifying fury
- Nothing's blurry, fuck it I got no worries
- Hearts and minds, shine bright light with insight
- Yeah sense my birthright to set up cyphers with power
- Cause mad shit ain't right, like punks in the spotlight
- Who can't freestyle, sometimes I make my peeps smile
- By sayin' somethin' crazy wild
- Like some shit off my dome, that be soundin'
- Better than the next man's whole album
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