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Текст (слова) песни: GangStarr - B. Y. S.



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...

 

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