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What I`m Here 4 Lyrics
"tell the people what you're here for"
Intro/chorus:
guru
It's the message in the song that makes you rock on
Some people go to places where they don't belong
Whether wrong or
right, a lot of people fight
But I'm here to bless this mic, aight?
Verse one: guru
I take action the minute that the crowd
gets hype
I'm type crashin, down like a meteorite
I'm bogart-ing,
mics and whole stages
Destroying mc's dreams, from words to whole
pages
Their rapbooks, look more like scrapbooks
With their
fictional fairytales and frail ass hooks
A lot of shit has happened,
since I started rappin
There's been enough beef, and enough gat
clappin
There's been mad signs, for this brother to heed
And while
some choose greed, I choose to plant seeds
For your mental, spirit and
physical temple
Bob your head to it, there's the water you've been lead
to it
Bathe in it, a long time you've been cravin it
Prance to it,
use your third eye and glance through it
Your state of being, becoming
advanced through it
While others rhyme with no reason I be breezin
Their mics I seize them, then I try em for treason
I used to always
like to hang out
Now I lounge in the rest writin bombs while tracks bang
out
I know you peeped me in the club then
But now I'm in your
speaker, with the voice that you're lovin
Chorus
Verse two: guru
Peace to the young ladies, who wanna bone me
much
And peace to my nigga premier, with the golden touch
I never
fall off point, like deniro in casino
Peace to black gambinos and all my
peoples
Dig the steelo -- I'm fightin wars you know
As in the
jihad, most humble, most merciful
That's because I be god, I trog through
fogs, puffing logs
Mc's muttering menial madness, they get mobbed
Scarred and barred, and then, banished from my fuckin kingdom
You got
a fly one bring one, or else I come to fling some
Exquisite exotic
exciting type shit
Enough to make the real heads wake up and get hype
quick
I'm type slick, known as the God universal
Kick rhymes
without rehearsal, I cross the burnin sands
Now I stand here with virtue,
of course I could hurt you
Simply with my point of view, and I knew
That many would come, that's why I've chosen
To cut off pathways, and
there's no runways or doorways open
For the jokers who ain't focused
And all the fake mercenaries get buried by the tongue of terrifying fury
Nothing's blurry, fuck it I got no worries
Hearts and minds, shine
bright light with insight
Yeah sense my birthright to set up cyphers with
power
Cause mad shit ain't right, like punks in the spotlight
Who
can't freestyle, sometimes I make my peeps smile
By sayin somethin crazy
wild
Like some shit off my dome, that be soundin
Better than the
next man's whole album...
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