B.Y.S.

Gang Starr

Compositor: DJ Premier / Guru / Keith Elam

Im like a sniper rhymesll strike ya when Im rockin
Mad chicks be jockin when the g starrs talking
And thats because my word is bond
I get much fan mail and I always respond
So tell your hon to write me too
Make sure she puts attention mr. guru
Brothers know the flow is unique
I got 100 wild styles in my black valise
Mcs wanna be me so they keep askin
For me to teach em methods both slow and fast
And others wanna act as if theyre better
But they only got one style which aint all that clever
Im cooler than wind, harder than cold steel
I get the ladies with more than just sex appeal
A mystic psychic scanning all your thoughts
Ill touch your soul and make your brain feel caught
When my rapture traps ya and makes you mine
Youll submit to the gift and to the lyrical lines
So suckers realize that the size is too large
When I come through Im pullin whole crews cards
I be wreckin correct and on the gangster tip
Mcs who front: imma gonna burst your shit

I wonder do you love it enough
Im steppin rugged and tough, never to front or to bluff
I got the fresh cut baldy, the brothers call me
Guru the man yes with all the
J-a-z-z-y type essence, street type lessons manifesting
The one who make the fly ladies feel pleasant
Never forgettin that to myself Im true
Do what you want to but watch yourself though duke
I dont wanna hear all of that loud mouthing
Try to pull yours out when nothing comes out
Then youll see why you cant compete with me
The notorious guru of the gang you see
Starr stands for power like I said before
Im like the doctors cure slicker than roger moore
I slide up to a crab mc like this
Tap em in the head with my mic like this
Ill be revealing that youre weak to the world if you wish
And I insist that if you persist
Then you get creamed, cuz imma get real steamed
So dont you try to flex and try to look all mean
Heyo check it thats dead thats it
Cuz all you phony ass rappers imma bust your shit

Now when you see me on the set you know I may unleash
A lyric like a mad dog barking through the speaker
Step off unless you wanna get torn up
Your raps worn out burned out fucked up
You locked up or maybe you locked out
Cuz at the battle last time you snuck out
But now Im rolling over you full blast
Im here to let you know no longer will the bull last
Mcs telling lies and poppin all those myths
Keep on fakin moves and imma...