Gang Starr - Take A Rest Lyrics
Now what you hear is not a test --> sugarhill gang(cut up 4x by dj premier)[guru]Well goodness gracious, let me just take thisTime out to pull a rhyme out, and update thisFor you and yours, simply becauseSome mcs have luck but suckSo I pluck em like feathers on the back of a chickenCause Im mad like a pit when my man says, sick emPositive is the mindstate, but it could still mean thatI will kick a ill, malicious like mean rapSuckers they forced me, to knock em all out andThey think they know things, like what Im about andThey try to analyze criticize scandalizeThe outcome is death, dont ask me to sympathizeRealize, that Im not to be played withIll flip so fast, you wont know Im the same kidIm tired and fed, with all the weak stuff saidAll the phony-baloney, that went out like pro-kedsYouve got no leads, so you shoot blanksIts me the crowd thanks as I step to the top ranksBankin my money, and investin it wiselySnatchin up chumps when they try to sneak by meIm the dominant one, call me the prominant oneAnd as Im speakin Ill be bombin the dumbDeaf and blind cause I was born with a sharp mindEatin mcs with ease like its lunchtimeOr crunchtime, when they get done without warningIll bust that butt from nighttime til morningYour songs boring, and so Im scoringMuch points cause when its time to throw jointsI cause havoc, the mic I grab is like savageI invade the stage, and make you get offThe force is like a three-eight, blowin your head offAnd thats just in case you might be wearin a vestCause youre simply a pest in this mess I suggest youTake a restIf this meaning doesnt manifest, put it to rest --> krs-one(dj premier cuts 2x)[guru]Dont ever sleep son, peep one or two of these lines hereArranged by a great brain, delivering rhymes clearAnd concise with a nice dope voice andKillin the fakes like a taste of some poisonPunks are thinkin theyre alla that, their voices are all flatTheyre findin their names, in a wack rappers almanacMe follow that hollow crap, no way joseIll seek out a better sound, to somethin premier playsDays will go by, and soon youll know whyMcs like me will rise like the enterpriseStarship, headin straight for the targetDestination, a place where no perpetrationIs permitted, the guru is with it to explainHow some mcs are scared to ride on a four trainOr any other train in the city, for that matterPlayin a role that they stole like a batterBut I know they aint so Ill paint the real pictureMy vocals go solo and like a bolo Ill hitchaSquare in your face Ill crack your ribs and your chestCause you thought your off-brand jam was the bestYou fessed cause you guessed people would be impressedIm gonna bust that bubble on the double take a rest(dj premier cuts take a rest for the chorus)[guru]Sit back and reflect, ponder and chill outRhymes like daggers make blood spill outBut you cant blame me, for bringin disasterWith all these ducks, claimin that theyre the mastersOnly thing they mastered, is how to get wackerAs I roll uphill, they roll downhill fasterNow theyre wondering how they lost their touchWanna buy my rhymes but mine cost too muchIm the innovative one, call me the creative oneAnd I wont stop til the job is doneAll the slobs just run when I come to get someCause they know better, than to challenge this go-getterThey get bust you can trust cause I wont let aBooty-ass rapper get wins against me?I guarantee that I wont act friendlyCause crabs have a nerve and deserve to get whipped onTheir girls get kissed on, while they get flipped onI slaughter and slay, or slap em up quickCause the lyrics they kick make me seriously sickNo substance, no value, but neverthelessTheyre gettin daytime play but I still say they should take a rest(dj premier cuts take a rest for four bars, then song fades)
