Guru - Guru Freestyle lyrics

* this was rhymed in 96, before You Know My Steez and So Wa**up From which several rhymes of this freestyle were taken [Guru] Yeah, Gurizzi up in the house, Gang Starr forever (Gang Starr) New York City. Mm-hmm f** the fame and the bright lights and all that (Yeah them f**in chicken-head b**hes) I'ma do this here I come off, like my sweatshirt when I'm workin out MC's be workin out, no doubt You shouldn't come around cause I'll beat you down To the ground with this lyrical four-pound Yo, I'm right in your streets, like Urban Outreach Rhyme perfection, injectin like the doctor Rocked ya, and then shot ya, blao-blao! Whatever you've got, I got more You're insecure, motherf**er! And now your facin, yes, your ultimate challenger The Avenger, your fate is on my calendar Notice this spirit I posess is more than holy I'm Gifted Unlimited... f** the rest you n***as know me My mic illuminates your whole spectrum Crush your dome section, punks I wreck em, mics I bless em I don't why, MC's would come and test the INI Master of self, my wealth, is just my state of mind I stack my loot, just for the rainy day And you can pull out your forty, for rappers I slay I bring the BOUNTY BACK! And then I give my thanks, for just being black I got the knack, the rap format, to bust your corpuscles Piecin through your f**in snorkel Even if its goosed-down, you get run out of town The apparatus gets blessed, s**ers get put to rest No more of the impure I got the cure for this mess The wackness is spreadin like the plague MC's they wanna get paid, but they can't make the f**in grade How many times are wanna be's gonna try? Yo, they must wanna die cause they can't touch the knowledge I personify I travel through the darkness, carrying my torch The illest soldier, when I'm holdin down the fort For some time now, I held the scrolls and man*scripts When I start to go all out, you be like, "damn, he flipped" Now I'm sick, and fed up with bullsh** I got that lyrical Full Clip, givin the verbal a**-whip So don't trip, Its the Gifted one, spliff-ted one Alias Bald Head Slick, why is n***as on my di-dick? Cause I be iller than a komakazie pilot, don't try it I'm about to start more than a f**in riot Styles unsurpa**able, and knuckers thats s**ers Yo, the motherf**ers is hara**able For I be speakin from my parables and carry you beyond The mic's either a magic wand Or it gets tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb And I read your palm, no pulse your dead