• Vagalume
  • A-Z
  • Estilos
  • Top 100
  • Playlists
  • Rádio
  • Hot Spots
  • Notícias
  • Play

    I'm like a sniper rhymes'll strike ya when I'm rockin
    mad chicks be jockin' when the G Starr's talking
    And that's because my word is bond
    I get much fan mail and I always respond
    So tell your hon 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
    A mystic psychic scanning 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 wreckin' correct and on the gangster tip
    MC's who front: Imma' gonna burst your shit

    I wonder do you love it enough
    I'm steppin' rugged and tough, never to front or to bluff
    I got the fresh cut baldy, the brothers call me
    Guru the man yes with all the
    J-A-Z-Z-Y type essence, street type lessons manifesting
    the one who make the fly ladies feel pleasant
    Never forgettin' that to myself I'm true
    do what you want to but watch yourself though "duke"
    I don't wanna hear all of that loud mouthing
    try to pull yours out when nothing comes out
    Then you'll see why you can't compete with me
    the notorious Guru of the Gang you see
    Starr stands for power like I said before
    I'm like the doctors cure slicker than Roger Moore
    I slide up to a crab MC like this
    tap 'em in the head with my mic like this
    I'll be revealing that you're weak to the world if you wish
    And I insist that if you persist
    then you get creamed, cuz Imma' get real steamed
    so don't you try to flex and try to look all mean
    Heyo check it that's dead that's it
    cuz all you phony ass rappers Imma' bust your shit

    Now when you see me on the set you know I may unleash
    a lyric like a mad dog barking through the speaker
    Step off unless you wanna get torn up
    your raps worn out burned out fucked up
    You locked up or maybe you locked out
    cuz at the battle last time you snuck out
    But now I'm rolling over you full blast
    I'm here to let you know no longer will the bull last
    MC's telling lies and poppin' all those myths

    Encontrou algum erro na letra? Por favor, envie uma correção »

    user 300 caracteres restantes. Enviar

    Todas as letras de Gang Starr

    Mais notícias »
    Hot Spot
    Top Músicas do Vagalume
    Top 100 »

    As informações deste site são postadas integralmente pelos usuários. É importante dizer que é possível que os dados estejam desatualizados ou incorretos, sendo assim, o Vagalume exime-se de qualquer responsabilidade sobre as informações publicadas.Caso haja interesse em remover ou alterar alguma informação, entre em contato conosco.

    É permitida somente a visualização no site das letras de músicas encontradas aqui, vedada sua reprodução através de quaisquer outros meios (Lei 9610/98).Todas as letras de músicas são propriedade dos seus respectivos autores e divulgadas somente para fins educacionais.All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics are provided for educational purposes only.