Skills Gang Starr

[DJ Premier Scratching]
"My Microphone"
"It's skills"
"The funky beat"
"It's skills"

[Hook: Guru]
(Skills) Top rank, point blank, we vital
Spit flows, rip shows, peep the recital
(Skills) Now you feel it when we drop those
Hot beats, stop foes, killing shit, we got those
(Skills) It's the music that the street loves
Each thug is now reppin' this with deep love
(Skills) Gang Starr dueling again
Ruling again, watch as we do it again

[Verse 1: Guru]
It's the true and living with a youthful vengeance
And I'ma Judge Mathis your ass; give you a crucial sentence
You need at least twelve jewels to practice
You're too enthusiastic, male groupie bastard
Still trying to convince us some more
Pretending you're raw, that's what you'll need a minister for
Again it's the law, we got you up against the wall
We the gulliest, fuck it then, it's us against y'all
Mic skills, type grills, like I'm Michael Jill
Like when he rifle the pill is how I stifle the ill
Slide off, kid, and let a grown man finesse it
We bold and impressive, that old I manifest shit
Some new product from a known team
Niggas know me, and you can bet they know Preem
So here we go for your stereo
And you could tell that it's real when you hear me go…
Hear me go