You Know My Steez

作曲：Gang Starr

作词：Gang Starr

Who's the suspicious character strapped with the sounds profound

Similar to rounds spit by derringers

You're in the terrordome like my man chuck d said

It's time to dethrone you clones and all you knuckleheads

'Cause mc's have used up extended warranties

While real mc's and dj's are a minority

But right about now I use my authority

'Cause I'm like the wizard and you look lost like dorothy

The horror be when I return for my real people

Words that split wigs hittin' like some double desert eagles

Sportin' caps pulled low and baggy slacks

Subtractin' all the rappers who lack over premier's tracks

Severe facts have brought this rap game to near collapse

So as I have in the past I whup a**

Droppin' lyrics that be hotter than s*x and candlewax

And one dimensional mc's can't handle that

While the world's revolvin' on it's axis

I come with mad love and plus the illest warlike tactics

The wilderness is filled with this so many people

Searching for false lift I'm here with the skills you've missed

The rejected stone is now the cornerstone

Sort of like the master builder when I make my way home

You know my steez

You know my steez

Let 'em know do your thing y'all keep it live

To the beat y'all

The beat is sinister ** makes you relax

I'm like the minister when I be lacin' the wax

I be bringin' salvation through the way that I rap

And you know and I know I'm nice like that

Work through worldly problems I got the healing power

When the mic's within my reach I'm feelin' more power

Stealing at least three minutes of every rap radio hour

It's often easier for one to give advice

Than it is for a person to run one's own life

That's why I can't be caught up in all the hype

I keep my soul tight and let these lines takes flight

The apparatus gets blessed and suckers get put to rest

No more of the unpure I got the cure for this mess

The wackness is spreadin' like the plague

Mc's lucked up and got paid but still

Can't make the f**kin' grade

How many times are wannabe's gonna lie

Yo they must wanna fry they

Can't touch the knowledge I personify

I travel through the darkness carrying my torch

The illest soldier when I'm holding down the fort