B.Y.S. Gang Starr

[Verse 1]
I'm like a sniper, rhymes'll strike ya when I'm rockin'
Mad chicks be jockin' when the G-Starr's talkin'
And that's because my word is bond
I get much fan mail and I always respond
So tell your hun to write me too
Make sure she puts attention "Mr. Guru"
Brothers know the flow is unique
I got 100 wild styles in my black valise
MC's wanna be me, so they keep askin'
For me to teach 'em methods both slow and fast and
Others wanna act as if they're better
But they only got one style which ain't all that clever
I'm cooler than wind, harder than cold steel
I get the ladies with more than just sex appeal
I'm mystic, psychic, scannin' all your thoughts
I'll touch your soul, and make your brain feel caught
When my rapture traps ya and makes you mine
You'll submit to the gift and to the lyrical lines
So suckers realize that the size is too large
When I come through, I'm pullin' whole crews' cards
I be reppin' correct and on the Gang Starr tip
MC's who front — I'm gonna bust your shit!

[Hook: DJ Premier scratching]
Bust your shit
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