Archive for the ‘Gang Starr’ Category

Track Twelve, Verse Two, Moment Of Truth

May 30, 2008


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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Track Five, Verse Two, The Ownerz

January 12, 2008
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You wanna know why I invest all my money into haze and into dope
Cuz right now, I’m currently a slave for Interscope
Respect first, then money – basic shit
If you got niggaz under pressure, you could take they shit
Listen, I’ma leave you right where you stand
Have the ambulance pass ya Timberlands off right to ya man
Cuz he pussy, he ain’t gonna do nothin but look
When it come to beef, he don’t wanna do nothing but cook
As soon as the chrome scope him, right there, two in the dome
Smokin, Kiss keep funeral homes open
I fall back, smoke an ounce in the dark
Bounce on a Preme track like I bounce on a NARC
Keep playin, y’all niggaz’ll burn
and you know they say it takes somethin to happen for niggaz to learn
Let the .40 Cal give em a perm
This industry is like bacteria and my flow is a germ
Just mad cuz you’ll never be as nice as I am
J to the mwah and I’ll leave you right where you stand, huh…

Props like a slogan

August 13, 2007