* 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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
