What I`m Here 4 Lyrics

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...