I'm like a sniper rhymes'll strike ya when I'm rockin rockin'
madMad chicks be jockin' when the G Starr's talking
And that's because my word is bond
I get much fan mail and I always respondenter added
So tell your hon to write me too
makeMake sure she puts attention Mr. Guru Mr.Guru
Brothers know the flow is unique
I got 100 wild styles in my black valiseenter added
MC's wanna be me so they keep askin askin'
forFor me to teach 'em methods both slow and fast
And others wanna act as if they're better
butBut they only got one style which ain't all that cleverenter added
I'm cooler than wind, harder than cold steel
I get the ladies with more than just sex appeal
A mystic psychic scanning and all your thoughts
I'll touch your soul and make your brain feel caughtenter added
When my rapture traps ya and makes you mine
You'll submit to the gift and to the lyrical lines
So suckers realize that the size is too large
whenWhen I come through I'm pullin' whole crews cards
I be wreckin' correct and on the gangster tip
MC's who front: front, Imma' gonna bust burst your shit

Bust, bust
Bust, bust
Bust, bust
Bust your shit
Bust, bust
Bust your shit
Okay party's even

I wonder do you love it enough
I'm steppin' rugged and tough, never to front or to bluff
I got the fresh cut baldy, the brothers call me
Guru the man yes the one with all theenter added
J-A-Z-Z-Y type essence, street type lessons manifesting
theThe one who make makes the fly ladies feel pleasant
Never forgettin' that to myself I'm true
doDo what you want to but watch yourself though "duke" "Duke"

I don't wanna hear all of that loud mouthing
tryTry to pull yours out when nothing comes out
Then you'll see why you can't compete with me
theThe notorious Guru of the Gang gang you seeenter added
Starr stands for power like I said before
I'm like the doctors cure slicker than Roger Moore
I slide up to a crab MC like this
tapTap 'em in the head with my mic like thisenter added
I'll be revealing that you're weak to the world if you wish
And I insist that if you persist
thenThen you get creamed, cuz 'cuz Imma' get real steamed
soSo don't you try to flex and try to look all mean
HeyoHey yo check it that's dead that's it
cuz'Cuz all you phony ass rappers Imma' bust your shit

Bust, bust
Bust, bust
Bust, bust
Bust your shit
Bust, bust
Bust, bust
Bust, bust
Bust your shit

Bust, bust
Bust, bust
Bust, bust
Bust, bust
Bust, bust
Bust, bust
Bust, bust
Bust your shit

Now when you see me on the set you know I may unleash
a lyricLyric like a mad dog barking through the speaker
Step off unless you wanna get torn up
yourYour raps worn out burned out fucked upenter added
You locked up or maybe you locked out
cuz'Cuz at the battle last time you snuck out
But now I'm rolling over you full blast
I'm here to let you know no longer will the bull last
MC'sM C's telling lies and poppin' all those myths
Keep on fakin' moves and Imma'... Imma'