Bys Lyrics

Bys lyrics

I`m like a sniper rhymes`ll strike ya when I`m rockin
mad chicks be jockin` when the G Starr`s talking
And that`s 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
MC`s wanna be me so they keep askin
for me to teach `em methods both slow and fast
And others wanna act as if they`re better
but they only got one style which ain`t all that clever
I`m cooler than wind, harder than cold steel
I get the ladies with more than just sex appeal
A mystic psychic scanning all your thoughts
I`ll touch your soul and make your brain feel caught
When my rapture traps ya and makes you mine
You`ll submit to the gift and to the lyrical lines
So suckers realize that the size is too large
when I come through I`m pullin` whole crews cards
I be wreckin` correct and on the gangster tip
MC`s who front: Imma` gonna burst your shit

I wonder do you love it enough
I`m 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 I`m true
do what you want to but watch yourself though "duke"
I don`t wanna hear all of that loud mouthing
try to pull yours out when nothing comes out
Then you`ll see why you can`t compete with me
the notorious Guru of the Gang you see
Starr stands for power like I said before
I`m 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
I`ll be revealing that you`re weak to the world if you wish
And I insist that if you persist
then you get creamed, cuz Imma` get real steamed
so don`t you try to flex and try to look all mean
Heyo check it that`s dead that`s it
cuz all you phony as* 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 f**ked up
You locked up or maybe you locked out
cuz at the battle last time you snuck out
But now I`m rolling over you full blast
I`m here to let you know no longer will the bull last
MC`s telling lies and poppin` all those myths
Keep on fakin` moves and Imma`...