B-Boy Mastamind

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Guru] I'm gonna take you there Adjust your gear and now brace yourself Cause my force is severe when the bassline kicks My brain starts to twitch Lyrics are woven like thread as I stitch together A commentary more than clever Rough and durable fit for any weather See, it's not me who sound mediocre Picture the Guru comin' off like a joker No, instead i'll smoke ya Light me like fireworks city dweller The streets is where I lurk And I don't sweat the limelight My folks know I'm hype and sucka rappers need to rhyme right So you can call me the equalizer with my elite speech You'll all know I'm wiser Some emcees are fads and that's a drag But I'm genuine and DJ Krush is a b-boy mastamind [Chorus: Samples] "B-boy—" "B-boy—" "—Mastamind" "B-boy—" "B-boy—" "—Mastamind" [Verse 2] A b-boy mastamind, one of the greatest of all time Truly the game never lame or mundane It's a shame the way some do rap With the mad corny tracks and the lines that are wack But beware cause I'm here to testify Lit up against me even the best'll fry You know not fish or chicken til they get nice and crisp And learn respect or then i'll have to dismiss 'em Which one'll be next to meet the slayer Yes the payer of dues the super cool rhymesayer You gets no wins You get dropped like bowling pins I wonder but look how deep you're in Now there's no turnin' back You better come attack Quit the phony crap or I'ma flip like billy jack I use my mic like a bat or a stick And bash every single emcee that's counterfeit You can fool some people some of the time But who you trying to kid with those played-out rhymes This ain't no joke, it's an art And punk rappers fake hard when they got no heart But a true b-boy knows the real stuff I don't have to fantasize and tell lies to feel tough I got more rhymes than new york's got crimes Why? 'Cause I'm a b-boy mastamind [Chorus: Samples] "B-boy—" "B-boy—" "—Mastamind" "B-boy—" "B-boy—" "—Mastamind" "B-boy—" "B-boy—" "—Mastamind" "B-boy—" "B-boy—" "—Mastamind" [Verse 3] My styles universal In a battle, I'd hurt you You ain't got enough skills to even enter my circle You can try to compete but if the flow is weak You'll end up on the floor flat out on the concrete I never ever thought about losin' Cause chumps I'm abusin', and microphones I'm bruisin' I get charged, I done leavin' rappers scarred Suckas should be barred, yo I'm pullin their cards I'm sick and tired of these copycat rap acts Bitin' concepts and frontin with knapsacks that's wack Because they know they aren't fly After this year, kiss their careers goodbye And I will remain being real Cause when I rock, I got more strength than steel Feel the pressure that I release It's kind of like the gunpowder in my piece Ya beggin' me and Krush to spare ya Cause we take mad respect when we're in your area And you know we won't be lettin' up And after we hit ya, yo you won't be gettin' up I'm wettin' up, each and every sucka crew Chumps make one record then start to act new I'ma burn ya with a slow or faster rhymes You can't test a b-boy mastamind [Outro] Yeah, this is Guru Gifted, unlimited, rhymes universal I wanna make a crazy shoutout to all the hip-hoppers in Japan, keepin' it real, yaknow what I'm sayin'? Yeah, 'cause I'm a b-boy mastamind down with my man, DJ Krush, and he's a b-boy mastamind And you can't test it, you can't test it, yaknow what I'm sayin? I got mad clout without a doubt, so peace out