Gang Starr - Premier The Guru Lyrics
(premier scratches the guru)Its 89, mine, Im keithy e. the guruPremier is here with the flair, were running to youBust your grill with skill, as we build and fulfillI drop the wisom to quiz them, with precision we drillWere kicking wannabes down cause were gonna be downWere moving on with the sound, see were gonna be aroundFor a long time, I kick the strong rhymesYoure empty-handed and stranded cause you were standing in the wrong lineThis is not the fate is for sure a pure penThe gift is hitting home on your dome because we meant itYoull need a graffiti, dont heed and youll be bleedingWell rip you, and ship you back and youll be repeatingThe progress, and I guess that you should be told nowLo and behold how the stroll I unfold nowKnowledge, wisdom, and peace are what Im true toIn the rear is premier, and Im the guru(premier scratches)I sound greater because Im head of the comitteeI chill in new york city, Im witty, so get meTo brooklyn, so I can ill and peace no jokeYou slow poke, youll go broke, youre rhymes aint all that dopeSo take a backseat, with all your wack beatsThis is the one phase of my rage and onstage I slap eatsFor you to try to steal this, I will reveal thisLike a prophet, Ill drop it, premier will start to sealThis coffin to be chewing, you soft and youll be doingA dance with some ants in the ground, you clowns be chewingBut you could never get this, the talents weve been blest withSo many different ways to phrase, you shouldnt mess with the guru(premier scratches)So heres the verdict, cause all you suckers know youre bootyYoure played out, youll fade out, I doubt that you can do meWe aint having no gabbing, when I be grabbing and jabbingIn your ear like a spear prepare your body for battlingCause youve been preparing to move, youll be certain to loseOpen your eyes up, wise up while I work with the grooveTo teach your next school, wholl be the next fool?That I can stomp down with compound nouns but like a pestuleCome back with dumb raps, then like a tech insideIll take you out your misery you ought to step asideYour weak rap, you speak that yang so imma clue youThe djs name is premier, and Im the guruIm telling you, 89 is mine. peace!
