Mmm, T dot O to the N dot Y
That's how we do it
Shocler, Kardinall hooked up with my man Guru
I'm why I look, bitch, the fuck
Yo, T dot rocks y'all
We smoke and mix up in your face, you weeded
So you drop y'all
Even y'all, high and skills depleted
'Cause you flop y'all
Shox and Guru team, can you believe this?
How we lock y'all
Niggas who be talkin' how they bigger
How you figure you could spark with or talk with this raw artist?
You talk heartless, but game's straight harmless
Snatch a mic out your hand, leave your fingers harmless
We Rottweilers, while y'all be the tires
You need to retire
Fuckin' with Toronto gets your pink slip, you fired
Kicked out the concert hall, through Apollo doors
Guru be the veteran
Bless the man, Sly like The Doors on the Caravan
The ill format
The skills all that, twist enemies, Jack
Counteract, plus build and all that
In fact, take a flight to Toronto and back
Be over there with Shocler and Kardinall with the track
In the Year Born Born, suckers have been forewarned
Take you higher than hydro or Moet Chandon
Word is bond, it's on in this rap game
I slap lames, mack dames, yes, I'm a fly black king
Stackin' paper now, packin' flavor now
Hit you dead in the head now, my hunger gotta get fed now
My style's similar to a fierce knucklehead
Or like hollow points to pierce your whole fuckin' frame
Ayo, witness the fitness, who's next on the hit list?
Rap so exact that you can't do shit (Do shit)
Witness the fitness, who's next on the hit list?
Rap so exact you catch the shakes like a sickness
Ayo, witness the fitness, who's next on the hit list?
Rap so exact that you can't do shit (Do shit)
Witness the fitness, who's next on the hit list?
Rap so exact you catch the shakes like a sickness
Now it's the skinny man droppin' this, lock your brain, lock your lips
Talkin' shit, bust your game, career flops, I'm to blame
What's the name? (Yeah) Guru and the Shox will reign
Wild like the lion's mane, walkin' through the rain
Or walkin' through the pain of critics sufferin'
Got my eyes on the prize with the red dot locked
Gots to keep it hot
My hungry-ass niggas be down for the figures
Green in the jeans, crews like some ap figures
You fuckin' with some raw, suave dog-ass niggas
Look into the eyes of the man that will be detrimental to career
If you even touch the mic stand, nigga, 'nough said
Hear the battle cry
Niggas gettin' herded like cattle that die
Why? What the fuck you think?
You know they want our type of species to become extinct
Still we multiply, they can't really kill us
They're upset, we're a threat, 'cause their kids really feel us
They think we're drug dealers, and some of us maybe are
But I be the G-U-R-U of the Gang Gang Starr
I'm goin' far, baby pa, pimpin' in a fly car
Gettin' eyes from the honeys hawkin' up at the bar
Always up to par when I spar
Ayo, while you're protectin' your neck, I be like breakin' your jaw
Yo, quizack, your shit's wizack
I took that shit thizack, it shouldn't even been up on the rizack
Straight like dizack, motherfuckers
Ayo, witness the fitness, who's next on the hit list?
Rap so exact that you can't do shit (Do shit)
Witness the fitness, who's next on the hit list?
Rap so exact you catch the shakes like a sickness
Ayo, witness the fitness, who's next on the hit list?
Rap so exact that you can't do shit (Do shit)
"I wreck the mic like a pimp pimps hoes"
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