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* this was rhymed in 96, before You Know My Steez and So Wassup
from which several rhymes of this freestyle were taken [Guru] Yeah, Gurizzi up in the house, Gang Starr forever (Gang Starr) New York City. Mm-hmm Fuck the fame and the bright lights and all that (Yeah them fuckin chicken-head bitches) I`ma do this here I come off, like my sweatshirt when I`m workin out MC`s be workin out, no doubt You shouldn`t come around cause I`ll beat you down To the ground with this lyrical four-pound Yo, I`m right in your streets, like Urban Outreach Rhyme perfection, injectin like the doctor Rocked ya, and then shot ya, blao-blao! Whatever you`ve got, I got more You`re insecure, motherfucker! And now your facin, yes, your ultimate challenger The Avenger, your fate is on my calendar Notice this spirit I posess is more than holy I`m Gifted Unlimited... fuck the rest you niggaz know me My mic illuminates your whole spectrum Crush your dome section, punks I wreck em, mics I bless em I don`t why, MC`s would come and test the INI Master of self, my wealth, is just my state of mind I stack my loot, just for the rainy day And you can pull out your forty, for rappers I slay I bring the BOUNTY BACK! And then I give my thanks, for just being black I got the knack, the rap format, to bust your corpuscles Piecin through your fuckin snorkel Even if its goosed-down, you get run out of town The apparatus gets blessed, suckers get put to rest No more of the impure I got the cure for this mess The wackness is spreadin like the plague MC`s they wanna get paid, but they can`t make the fuckin grade How many times are wanna be`s gonna try? Yo, they must wanna die cause they can`t touch the knowledge I personify I travel through the darkness, carrying my torch The illest soldier, when I`m holdin down the fort For some time now, I held the scrolls and manuscripts When I start to go all out, you be like, "damn, he flipped" Now I`m sick, and fed up with bullshit I got that lyrical Full Clip, givin the verbal ass-whip so don`t trip, Its the Gifted one, spliff-ted one Alias Bald Head Slick, why is niggaz on my di-dick? Cause I be iller than a komakazie pilot, don`t try it I`m about to start more than a fuckin riot Styles unsurpassable, and knuckers thats suckers Yo, the motherfuckers is harassable For I be speakin from my parables and carry you beyond The mic`s either a magic wand or it gets tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb And I read your palm, no pulse your dead
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