No Surviving Guru

[Hook: Guru + "Da Mystery of Chessboxin'" samples]
Bout to send you to your maker, ya move faker
You ain't wise in our eyes, you don't wanna lose favor
Ya not a due-payer, it don't matter if you major
You bout to meet your true savior
{*scratched samples*}
"We emcees.. approach with.. slang that's dead" - U-God
"There's no survivin'.. there's no survivin'" - Inspectah Deck

[Verse 1]
We hit then we slidin' off, we in the wind ridin' off
Poppin' off, you wack cats will be droppin' off
Like flies, so recognize this priceless, niceness, preciseness
No likeness, no ice, just the right shit
Yeah the rawness and still gleam in ya grill like we're flawless
It's pimpish, like I just knocked a white bitch
I ain't send shit to you 'cause youse a trife snitch
Too high-pitched, you're like a chick, you're cowardly
Forced to take this ass-whoopin' hourly
And minute by minute, shit, we gon' make you quit it
Force you into early retirement, when the iron spit
Cover your eyes, it's too late to escape to cover your lies
Guess what? You're in a lot of trouble you guys
What's going on here is worse than your worst fear
'Bout to send you to a doctor, nurse, or a hearse here