Well goodness gracious,
let me just take this
Time out to pull a rhyme out,
and update this
For you and yours, simply because
Some MC's have luck but suck
So I pluck em like feathers on
the back of a chicken
Cause I'm mad like a pit when my
man says, "sick 'em"
Positive is the mindstate, but it could
still mean that
I will kick a ill, malicious like mean rap
Suckers they forced me,
to knock em all out and
They think they know things,
like what I'm about and
They try to ana lyze criticize scandalize
The outcome is death,
don't ask me to sympathize
Realize, that I'm not to be played with
I'll flip so fast,
you won't know I'm the same kid
I'm tired and fed,
with all the weak stuff said
All the phony- baloney,
that went out like Pro- Keds
You've got no leads,
so you shoot blanks
It's me the crowd thanks as
I step to the top ranks
Bankin my money,
and investin it wisely
Snatchin up chumps when they try
to sneak by me
I'm the dominant one,
call me the prominent one
And as I'm speakin I'll be
bombin the dumb
Deaf and blind cause I was
born with a sharp mind
Eatin MC's with ease like it's lunchtime
Or crunchtime, when they get
done without warning
I'll bust that butt from nighttime
til morning
Your song's boring,
and so I'm scoring
Much points cause when
it's time to throw joints
I cause havoc,
the mic I grab is like savage
I invade the stage, and make you get off
The force is like a three- eight,
blowin your head off
And that's just in case you might
be wearin a vest
Cause you're simply a pest in this mess
I suggest you
Don't ever sleep son,
peep one or two of these lines here
Arranged by a great brain,
delivering rhymes clear
And concise with a nice dope voice and
Killin the fakes like a taste
of some poison
Punks are thinkin they're alla that,
their voices are all flat
They're findin their names,
in a Wack Rapper's Almanac
Me follow that hollow crap, no way Jose
I'll seek out a better sound,
to somethin Premier plays
Days will go by,
and soon you'll know why
MC's like me will rise
like the Enterprise
Starship, headin straight
for the target
Destination, a place where no perpetration
Is per mitted,
the Guru is with it to explain
How some MC's are scared to
ride on a Four train
Or any other train in the city,
for that matter
Playin a role that they stole like a batter
But I know they ain't so
I'll paint the real picture
My vocals go solo and like
a bolo I'll hitcha
Square in your face I'll crack
your ribs and your chest
Cause you thought your off-
brand jam was the best
You fessed cause you guessed people
would be impressed
I'm gonna bust that bubble on the double
"take
a
rest"
Sit back and reflect,
ponder and chill out
Rhymes like daggers make blood spill out
But you can't blame me, for
bringin disaster
With all these ducks,
claimin that they're the masters
Only thing they mastered,
is how to get wacker
As I roll uphill, they roll downhill faster
Now they're wondering
how they lost their touch
Wanna buy my rhymes but
mine cost too much
I'm the innovative one,
call me the creative one
And I won't stop til the job is done
All the slobs just run when
I come to get some
Cause they know better,
than to challenge this go- getter
They get bust you can trust
cause I won't let a
Booty- ass rapper get win
s against me?
I guarantee that I won't act friendly
Cause crabs have a nerve
and deserve to get whipped on
Their girls get kissed on,
while they get flipped on
I slaughter and slay,
or slap em up quick
Cause the lyrics they kick make
me seriously sick
No substance, no value,
but nevertheless
They're gettin daytime play but I still say they should
"take a
rest"
Gang Starr 
