Gang Starr - I'm The Man Lyrics
Verse one: guruI say people people come on and check it out nowYou see the mic in my hand now watch me wreck it nowWhat is a party if the crew aint there?[whats your name? ] call me guru thats my man premierNow many attempts have been made to hold us back?Slander the name and with-hold factsBut Im the type of brother with much more gameI got a sure aim and if I find youre to blameYou can bet youll be exterminated, taken out, doneIt doesnt matter how many theyll go as easy as just oneBust one round in the air for this hereCuz this year suckers are going no whereCuz my strret style and intelligence levelMakes me much more than just an angry rebelIm gifted unlimited rhymes universalMcs that aint equipped get flipped in my circleIm aiming on raining on the ***** ass chumpsCuz their rhymes dont flow and their beats dont pumpAnd niggaz better know I paid my dues and shitIm bout to blow the ***** up because I refuse to quitIm out to get the props that are rightfullly mineYeah me and the crew think its about that timeBut on the dl you know that gangstarr will conquerThats why you stare and point and others cling on toMy nautica, asking for a hookupWell sorry but my schedule is all booked upNobody put me on I made it up the hard wayLook out for my people but the suckers should parlayCuz its business kid, this aint no free for allYou have to wait your turn, you must await your callSo now, now it is my duty toEliminate and subtract all of the booty crewsAnd suckers should vacateBefore I get irateAnd Ill kick your canFrom here to japanWith force you cant withstandCuz Im the mutha*****in manBreak: guruYo right now I got my man lil dap from the group homeYo step up to the mic and tell them why youre the manVerse two: lil dapSo much anger built insideSo dont stop to say hi, mutha*****a just dieMy shit holds a mouthful so I guess you know whats upWhy punks get killed at the end of the monthStyles and styles I flipLil dap remains sickYes the group home is thickSo all you punks hear thisEverytime you riffThe more fame that we getMutha*****as act hardThinking that they are godNiggaz just dont understandLet me be my own manDid everything on my ownAnd everyplace wasnt homeEverywhere that Id restI had to dress with a vestI guess you get the routine but with a lot of stressFrustration on my mindBrothers doin mad timeRhymes are organized like crimeAs were rippin the linesBrothers just dont knowHow shit got to goCuz I was toldTo never give my back to the streetAs I walk through the ghettoDead souls I greetSee my man give him poundThen I walk with a frownAnother minuteAnother brothers gunned downShit is getting too close thats why the group home is thickSo everytime you riff the more fame that we getMy father always said dont watch the one across the streetWatch the one right nextBcuz hes easy to flexTook heed to what he saidYeah that deep ass niggaWhile brothers hang aroundTryin to get downNiggaz just dont understandIm the mutha *****in manBreak: guruAnd also on the set from dirty rotten scoundrelsWe got my man jeru the damajaYo tell them why youre the manVerse three: jeru the damajaIll tap your jawYou probably heard it beforeStep to the bedlamite Ill prove my word is lawDrugstore with moreDope rhyme vendorNot partial to beefThe chief ambassadorNiggaz get mad cuz they cant scoreLike a wild west flick they wish to shoot up my doorBut I incite a riotDont even try itBust up chumps so crab kids keep quietLike I said beforeI tap jawsSnatch whoresKill suckers in warsVic a style you said was yoursMoney grip wanna flip but youre fishHouse the mic like your hooker and did tricks on the *****Dirty rotten scoundrel and my name is jeruUtilizing my tools in 92Mcs step up in mobs to defeat usWhen we rock knots and got props like norm petersonLots of friends, lots of fun, lots of beersGot the skills, kreeno so I always get cheersTroop on like a trooper no tears for fearsIm a get mines cuz the crewll get theirsCut you up like edward scissorhandsYou know the program Im the mutha *****in man...
