Текст песни Tony Touch f Guru - Power Cypha
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* this was rhymed in 96, before You Know My Steez and So Wassup from which several rhymes of this freestyle were taken[Guru]Yeah, Gurizzi up in the house, Gang Starr forever(Gang Starr) New York City. Mm-hmmFuck the fame and the bright lights and all that(Yeah them fuckin chicken-head bitches) I`ma do this hereI come off, like my sweatshirt when I`m workin outMC`s be workin out, no doubtYou shouldn`t come around cause I`ll beat you downTo the ground with this lyrical four-poundYo, I`m right in your streets, like Urban OutreachRhyme perfection, injectin like the doctorRocked ya, and then shot ya, blao-blao!Whatever you`ve got, I got moreYou`re insecure, motherfucker!And now your facin, yes, your ultimate challengerThe Avenger, your fate is on my calendarNotice this spirit I posess is more than holyI`m Gifted Unlimited... fuck the rest you niggaz know meMy mic illuminates your whole spectrumCrush your dome section, punks I wreck em, mics I bless emI don`t why, MC`s would come and test the INIMaster of self, my wealth, is just my state of mindI stack my loot, just for the rainy dayAnd you can pull out your forty, for rappers I slayI bring the BOUNTY BACK!And then I give my thanks, for just being blackI got the knack, the rap format, to bust your corpusclesPiecin through your fuckin snorkelEven if its goosed-down, you get run out of townThe apparatus gets blessed, suckers get put to restNo more of the impure I got the cure for this messThe wackness is spreadin like the plagueMC`s they wanna get paid, but they can`t make the fuckin gradeHow many times are wanna be`s gonna try?Yo, they must wanna die cause they can`t touch the knowledge I personifyI travel through the darkness, carrying my torchThe illest soldier, when I`m holdin down the fortFor some time now, I held the scrolls and manuscriptsWhen I start to go all out, you be like, "damn, he flipped"Now I`m sick, and fed up with bullshitI got that lyrical Full Clip, givin the verbal ass-whipso don`t trip, Its the Gifted one, spliff-ted oneAlias Bald Head Slick, why is niggaz on my di-dick?Cause I be iller than a komakazie pilot, don`t try itI`m about to start more than a fuckin riotStyles unsurpassable, and knuckers thats suckersYo, the motherfuckers is harassableFor I be speakin from my parables and carry you beyondThe mic`s either a magic wandor it gets tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bombAnd I read your palm, no pulse your dead