You Know My Steez

Lyrics

[Album Intro: an interview clip of Guru] That makes me know that–what we're doing... We had the right idea in the beginning And–and, we just need to maintain our focus and elevate We––what we do, we update our formulas We have certain formulas, but we update 'em (Oh, right) With the times and everything, y'know So, y'know–the rhyme style is elevated, the style of beats is elevated But it's still Guru and Premier And it's always a message involved [Song: DJ Premier, sample] The reeeeaaal... (The real...) Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop) MC'ing (MC'ing), and DJ'ing (DJ'ing) From your own mind (From your own mind) You know? (You know?) "I... I guess right now we should start the show?" [Verse 1: Guru] Who's the suspicious character – Strapped with the sounds profound, similar to rounds spit by Derringers? You're in the Terrordome, like my man Chuck D said It's time to dethrone you clones, and all you knuckleheads 'Cause MC's have used up extended warranties While real MC's and DJ's–are a minority But, right about now, I use my authority 'Cause I'm like the Wizard, and you look lost like Dorothy The horror be–when I return for my real people Words that split wigs, hittin' like some double Desert Eagles Sportin' caps pulled low, and baggy slacks Subtractin' all the rappers who lack–over Premier's tracks Severe facts–have brought this rap game to near collapse So as I have in the past, I whoop ass Dropping lyrics that be hotter than sex and candle wax And one-dimensional MC's can't handle that While the world's revolving–on its axis I come with mad loving, plus the illest war-like tactics The wilderness is filled with this So many people searching for false bliss I'm here, with the skills you've missed The rejected stone is now the cornerstone Sorta like the master builder, when I make my way home You know my steez [Hook: DJ Premier scratches] "You know my steez!" "Let 'em know – do your thing, God" "Keep it live (Keep it live, keep it live)" "To the beat, y'all!" [Verse 2: Guru] The beat is sinister – Preemo makes you relax I'm like the minister, when I be lacin' the wax I be bringin' salvation through the way that I rap And you know, and I know – I'm nice like that Work through worldly problems, I got the healing power When the mic's within my reach, I'm feeling more power Stealing at least three minutes of every rap radio hour It's often easier for one to give advice– Than it is for a person to run one's own life That's why I can't be caught up in all the hype I keep my soul tight, and let these lines take flight The apparatus gets blessed, and suckers get put to rest No more of the unpure, I got the cure for this mess The wackness is spreadin' like the plague MC's lucked up and got paid But still can't make the fuckin' grade How many times are wannabes gonna lie? Yo, they must wanna fry 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 You know my steez [Hook: DJ Premier scratches] ("You know my steez!") "Let 'em know – do your thing, God" "Keep it live (Keep it live)" ("You know my steez!") "Let 'em know – do your thing, God" "Keep it live (Keep it live)" ("You know my steez!") "Let 'em know – do your thing, God" "Keep it live (Keep it live)" ("You know my steez!") "Let 'em know – do your thing, God" "Keep it live (Keep it live)" "The mic ––" [Verse 3: Guru] On the microphone, you know that I'm one of the best yet Some punks ain't paid all of their debts yet Tryin' to be fly, ridin' high on the jet Set with juvenile rhymes, makin' fake-ass death threats Big deal, like En Vogue, here's somethin' you can feel Styles more tangible, and image more real For some time now, I've held the scrolls and manuscripts When it's time to go all out, you'll be like, "Damn, he flipped!" Now I'm sick, fed up with the bullshit Got the lyrical full clip, givin' you a verbal ass-whip Don't trip – it's the Gifted prolific one Known as Bald Head Slick; why is the press all on my di-dick? My style be wilder than a kamikaze pilot Don't try it – I'm about to start more than a friggin' riot Styles unsurpassable, and nukkas that's suckas – Yo, them motherfuckers are harrassable 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 Then I grab your palm – no pulse, you're gone And if you thought we'd lose our niche, in this rap shit? You way wrong I stay up, I stay on, shine bright like neon Your song's pathetic, synthetic like Rayon Fat beats, they play on Want dope rhymes? Put me on Word is bond – You know my steez