The wilderness is filled with this, so many people
Let 'em know, do your thing God keep it live
That's why I can't be caught up in all the hype
MC's lucked up and got paid but still can't make the fuckin' grade
Styles more tangible, and image more real
Let 'em know, do your thing God keep it live
'Cause I'm like the Wizard and you look lost like Dorothy
Styles unsurpassable, and nuccas that's suckas, yo
Some punks, ain't paid all of their debts yet
Now I'm sick, fed up with the bullshit
With the times, and everything y'know and and so y'know
You know my steez
For some time now, I've held the scrolls and manuscripts
The wackness is spreadin' like the plague
We have certain formulas but we update 'em
And you know and I know I'm nice like that
And if you thought we'd lose our niche in this rap shit you way wrong
The illest soldier when I'm holdin' down the fort
Stealin' at least three minutes of every rap radio hour
On the microphone you know that I'm one of the best yet
The real hip hop
The mic's either a magic wand
So as I have in the past, I will bash
And on dimensional MC's can't handle that
You know my steez
I'm like the minister when I be lacin' the wax
The beat is sinister Primo makes you relax
"It's time to dethrone you clones and all you knuckleheads"
The apparatus gets blessed, and suckers get put to rest
Don't trip it's the gifted prolific one
When it's time to go all out you be like, "Damn he flipped"
Subtractin' all the rappers who lack, over Premier's tracks
How many times are wannabe's gonna lie?
Don't try it, I'm about to start more than a friggin' riot
Let 'em know, do your thing God keep it live
Yo they must wanna fry
I, I guess right now we should start the show
Your song's pathetic, synthetic like Rayon
To the beat y'all
Them motherfuckers are harrassable
(Oh right)
I come with mad love and plus the illest warlike tactics
Then I grab your palm, no pulse you're gone
'Cause MC's have used up extended warranties
Searchin' for false lift, I'm here with the skills you've missed
No more of the unpure I got the cure for this mess
Big deal, like En Vogue, here's something you can feel
Let 'em know, do your thing God keep it live
Words that split wigs hittin' like some double Desert Eagles
You know my steez
We what we do we update our formulas
Work through worldly problems, I got the healin' power
Sort of like the master builder when I make my way home
My style be wilder, than a kamikaze pilot
But right about now, I use my authority
I travel through the darkness carrying my torch
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You know my steez
Than it is for a person to run one's own life
Got the lyrical full clip, giving you a verbal ass whip
MCing and DJing from your own mind, ya know?
Known as Bald Head Slick, why is the press all on my di dick?
(You know my steez)
You know my steez
For I be speaking from my parables and carry you beyond
The horror be when I return for my real people
And and we just need to maintain our focus, and elevate
(You know my steez)
The rhyme style is elevated, the style of beats is elevated
Or it gets tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb
Droppin' lyrics that be hotter than sex and candlewax
The rejected stone is now the cornerstone
(You know my steez)
When the mic's within' my reach, I'm feelin' more power
With juvenile rhymes makin' fake ass death threats
They can't touch the knowledge I personify
While real MC's and DJ's are a minority
Tryin' to be fly, ridin' high on the jet set
It's often easier for one to give advice
I stay up, I stay on, shine bright, like neon
You know my steez
(You know my steez)
Fat beats they play on want dope rhymes put me on
I be bringin' salvation through the way that I rap
I keep my soul tight and let these lines takes flight
While the world's revolvin' on it's axis
Severe facts have brought this rap game to near collapse
Let 'em know, do your thing God keep it live
But it's still Guru and Premier and it's always a message involved
Who's the suspicious character strapped with the sounds profound
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
(The mic)
Sportin' caps pulled low, and baggy slacks
