Premier And The Guru Lyrics

Premier And The Guru lyrics

Premier scratches "The Guru")  

  

 It's '89  mine  I'm Keithy E. the Guru  

 Premier is here with the flair  we're running to you  

 Bust your grill with skill  as we build and fulfill  

 I drop the wisom to quiz them  with precision we drill  

 We're kicking wannabes down cause we're gonna be down  

 We're moving on with the sound  see we're gonna be around  

 For a long time  I kick the strong rhymes  

 You're empty-handed and stranded cause you were standing in the wrong line 


 This is not the fate is for sure a pure pen  

 The gift is hitting home on your dome because we meant it  

 You'll need a graffiti, don't heed and you'll be bleeding  

 We'll rip you, and ship you back and you'll be repeating  

 The progress, and I guess that you should be told now  

 Lo and behold how the stroll I unfold now  

 Knowledge, wisdom, and peace are what I'm true to  

 In the rear is Premier, and I'm the Guru  

  

 (Premier scratches)  

  

 I sound greater because I'm head of the comittee  

 I chill in New York City, I'm witty, so get me  

 To Brooklyn, so I can ill and peace no joke  

 You slow poke, you'll go broke, you're rhymes ain't all that dope  

 So take a backseat, with all your wack beats  

 This is the one phase of my rage and onstage I slap eats  

 For you to try to steal this, I will reveal this  

 Like a prophet, I'll drop it, Premier will start to seal  

 This coffin to be chewing, you soft and you'll be doing  

 A dance with some ants in the ground, you clowns be chewing  

 But you could never get this, the talents we've been blest with  

 So many different ways to phrase, you shouldn't mess with the Guru  

  

 (Premier scratches)  

  

 So here's the verdict, cause all you suckers know you're booty  

 You're played out, you'll fade out, I doubt that you can do me  

 We ain't having no gabbing, when I be grabbing and jabbing  

 In your ear like a spear prepare your body for battling  

 Cause you've been preparing to move, you'll be certain to lose  

 Open your eyes up, wise up while I work with the groove  

 To teach your next school, who'll be the next fool?  

 That I can stomp down with compound nouns but like a pestule  

 Come back with dumb raps, then like a tech inside  

 I'll take you out your misery you ought to step aside  

 Your weak rap, you speak that yang so Imma clue you  

 The DJ's name is Premier, and I'm the Guru  

  

 I'm telling you, '89 is mine. Peace