Guru Freestyle

* 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-hmm Fuck the fame and the bright lights and all that (Yeah them fuckin chicken-head bitches) I'ma do this here I come off, like my sweatshirt when I'm workin out MC's be workin out, no doubt You shouldn't come around cause I'll beat you down To the ground with this lyrical four-pound Yo, I'm right in your streets, like Urban Outreach Rhyme perfection, injectin like the doctor Rocked ya, and then shot ya, blao-blao! Whatever you've got, I got more You're insecure, motherfucker! And now your facin, yes, your ultimate challenger The Avenger, your fate is on my calendar Notice this spirit I posess is more than holy I'm Gifted Unlimited... fuck the rest you niggas know me My mic illuminates your whole spectrum Crush your dome section, punks I wreck em, mics I bless em I don't why, MC's would come and test the INI Master of self, my wealth, is just my state of mind I stack my loot, just for the rainy day And you can pull out your forty, for rappers I slay I bring the BOUNTY BACK! And then I give my thanks, for just being black I got the knack, the rap format, to bust your corpuscles Piecin through your fuckin snorkel Even if its goosed-down, you get run out of town The apparatus gets blessed, suckers get put to rest No more of the impure I got the cure for this mess The wackness is spreadin like the plague MC's they wanna get paid, but they can't make the fuckin grade How many times are wanna be's gonna try? Yo, they must wanna die cause they can't touch the knowledge I personify I travel through the darkness, carrying my torch The illest soldier, when I'm holdin down the fort For some time now, I held the scrolls and manuscripts When I start to go all out, you be like, "damn, he flipped" Now I'm sick, and fed up with bullshit I got that lyrical Full Clip, givin the verbal ass-whip So don't trip, Its the Gifted one, spliff-ted one Alias Bald Head Slick, why is niggas on my di-dick? Cause I be iller than a komakazie pilot, don't try it I'm about to start more than a fuckin riot Styles unsurpassable, and knuckers thats suckers Yo, the motherfuckers is harassable For I be speakin from my parables and carry you beyond The mic's either a magic wand Or it gets tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb And I read your palm, no pulse your dead