Guru freestyle lyrics

Artist  : Tony touch 
Song : Guru freestyle
 
featuring  Guru

* 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