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Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr
by Gang Starr
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Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr Lyrics
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- [DJ Premier: Big L, Rest In Peace]
- [Intro: samples]
- [Guru]
- Fresh out the gate again, time to raise the stakes again
- Fatten my plate again, y'all cats know we always play to win
- G-A-N-G, to the Starr's, son
- Haters, took this shit too far, son
- So thats all for you, I'm whiping out your whole team
- I'll splatter your dreams with lyrics to shatter your schemes
- The badder you seem, the more lies you tell
- The more lies you sell, then by surprise you fell
- Into my deathtrap, right into my clutches
- Stupid, you know the God must bless every single mic he touches
- I've suffered, just so I could return harder
- Wanna be the shit starter? Fuck around, make you a martyr
- I make ya famous, turn around and make ya nameless
- Cause you never understood to me how vital this rap game is
- Save it and hold that, you catch a hot one
- Rhymes chase a fake nigga down soon as I spot one
- [Chorus: Gang Starr samples, except where noted]
- [Noreaga]
- [repeat, change last line to: so I suggest you take a rest]
- [Guru]
- So if you stand in my way, I'm gonna have to spray
- Learn that "if you come against me son your gonna have to pray"
- Since back in the day I held The Weight and kept my head up
- The wanna see the God catch an L Itz all a Set Up
- I give no man or thing power over me
- Why these niggaz so jealous and lookin sour, over me?
- I'm bolder, G, I'm like impossible to stop
- I'm like that nigga in the ring with you, impossible to drop
- I'm like two magazine fully loaded to your one
- Plus I ain't gonna quit spittin, nigga, till your done
- Plus, more than over, I got my whole shit together
- More than a decade of hits, that'll live forever
- Catchin rep off my name? Your bound to fry
- Know how many niggaz that I know, is done to die
- We never fail, and we ain't never been frail
- You niggaz talk crime, but you scared of jail
- [Chorus]
- [Guru]
- Attackin like a slick Apache lyrics are trigger happy
- Pullin back your wig piece just for the way your lookin at me
- Talk back, blaow! I hit you up right now
- I don't know why so many of y'all wanna be thugs anyhow
- Face the consequence, of your childish nonsense
- I could make your head explode just by my lyrical content
- Get you in my scope and metaphorically snipe ya
- I never liked ya, I gas that ass and then ignite ya
- The flame thrower, make your peops afraid to know ya
- How many times I told ya, "play your position" small soldier
- My heart is colder, makes me wanna resort to violence
- Stop beatin me in the head son, nah, I'm not buyin it
- I'm ready to blast, ready to surpass and harass
- I'm ready to flip, yeah I'm ready to get with all that cash
- I hold my chrome steady, with a tight grip
- So watch your dome already cause this one might hit
- [Chorus]
- (feat. Branford Marsalis (instrumentally only))
- [HORNS]
- [drum roll][piano keys played]
- [HORNS]
- [trumpet solo][group horns]
- [Guru]
- [HORNS]
- [Guru]
- It's roots are in the sounds of the African
- or should I say the mother.. bringin us back again
- From the drummin on the Congo, we came with a strong flow
- and continue to grow
- Feet move, to the beat of the t'balo
- Now dig the story and follow
- For then it landed, on American soil
- Through the sweat, the blood, and the toil
- Hear, "Praise the Lord," shouted on chain gangs
- Pain they felt, but it helped them to maintain
- Scott Joplin's rags, Bessie Smith's blues
- St. Louis blues, they were all the news
- Ringin smooth.. in all the listeners ears
- Fulfillin the needs, and plantin the seeds
- of a jazz thing
- King Oliver's group was a train comin through
- to Chicago, bringin the New Orleans groove
- And when Satchmo blew, the audience knew
- Basil Street blues was the whole house tune
- it was music.. great to dance to
- Great to romance to with a lot to say to you
- Relaying a message, revealing the essence
- of a jazz thing
- [DJ Premier cuts "jazz music"]
- In the 40's came be-bop, the first be-bop
- The real be-bop, so let me talk about
- Diz' and Byrd, givin the word
- Defining how a beat could be so complete
- Playing with ferocity, thinkin with velocity
- About ornathology, or anthropology
- and even ?, and this is real history
- Theolonious Monk, a melodious thunk
- No mistakes were made with the notes he played
- His conception, was ?re condite?
- A star glowing bright among dim lights
- The critics did cite that he sounded alright
- Charlie Mingus, such nimble fingers
- Droppin the bass, all over the place
- and Max Roach, cymbals socking
- Bass drum talking, snare drum rocking
- Restructuring.. the metaphysics
- of a jazz thing
- John Coltrane, a man supreme
- He was the cream.. he was the wise one
- The impression of Afro Blue
- and of the promise, that was not kept
- He was a GIANT step, and there was Ornette Coleman
- He was another soul man
- The original invisible, playing great music
- I wonder why the ?Bangles? couldn't use it
- Now listen see
- The real mystery is how music history
- created by white men or any other white man
- that pretended he originated "uh-huh.."
- and contended that he innovated "uh-huh.."
- a jazz thing
- ("Of course we know who can really blow")
- Scheamin on the meaning
- of a jazz thing
- And this music ain't dead, so don't be misled
- by those who said that jazz was on it's deathbed
- Cause when Betty Carter sings a song
- ain't nuttin goin on, but simply good music
- And you won't refuse it
- She's takin her time, makin the nuances rhyme
- Sonny Rollins, tenor saxophone
- with a big old tone, recitin poems
- with notes as words, and haven't you heard
- NEXT STOP BUTTER, RIGHT PAST OLEO
- Now there's young cats blowin
- And more and more people, yes they will be knowin
- Jazz ain't the past, this music's gonna last
- and as the facts unfold, remember who foretold
- The 90's, will be the decade of
- a jazz thing "I love jazz music"[x3]
- [Primo scratches "I love jazz music"]
- A jazz thing...
- [x3]
- [Guru]
- All for the cash man, niggaz'll be ready to blast man
- Mad hoes, 'll be quick, to give up the ass man
- Traitors, they'll be robbing your stash man
- Don't wanna end up like the last man
- If the price is right, niggaz can get trife awright
- They plot and they scheme, all day and all night
- And they might even get elaborate enough
- to plan the illest kind of crime, fuck the average stuff
- Like this chick who was kickin it, with this baller
- Pretendin that she loved him, only really loved dollars
- Holla'd at his man so they could, rendezvous
- Said to his man, "Forget him, I'm fond of you"
- So after the screw, she put him down with her plan
- The utmost betrayal, this nigga's down with her man
- But the sex changed everything, they conspired to snake him
- Talked about the best time, and best way, they could take him
- While in bed, she told him just where her man kept his dough
- She said, "Yo, tonight he's bout to cop some blow
- And I know, there's at least, 50 grand to show
- Bring a gat, wear a mask, and come through the window
- I'll leave it open for you, he won't never know
- So run in, grab the money, later on, you and I can flow
- If we do this shit right, he won't fight
- Break out with the cash and stay your ass out of sight"
- So the nigga sat back, but little did he know
- he was about to ruin his life over a silly hoe
- And really though, the whole shit went wrong
- Cause when he came through the window and pulled out it was on
- Money they was gon' rob was high, on some shit
- Dukes with the mask, told him, "Run your shit"
- He said, "Fuck that shit!" So they tussled n shit
- Then BLAOW, the burner spit, and the chick's man got hit
- He died, his man had no loyalty, she's locked up as an accessory
- His man's doin life, what a tragedy
- All for the cash man..
- [Guru]
- Now I'm about to get funky.. to somethin that Premier plays
- Funky.. we gonna do it this way
- I'm gettin funky.. to somethin that Premier plays
- I'm the Guru and we'll do it this way
- Now give the credit.. where it is due
- Give the credit y'all.. where it's due
- Now give the credit.. where it is due
- Give the credit y'all.. where it's due
- I'm heated up, cause I'm seein folks that are so phony
- They didn't know me when I was broke and I was lonely
- Only a few came to check me, so they come first..
- .. and yo our people come next G
- We'd go to a club, the Milky Way or the Payday
- The outlaw spots, where the music was real hot
- And you wasn't there, when the underrated, real MC's
- came equipped.. and used to kick slick lyrics
- All live, without no lipsync
- To a dope crate, building skills from instinct
- I'm tired of people, gettin all excited
- I'm not trippin on just a thing, but I'm delighted
- to let you know, that some others be flim-flammin
- I'll let you know, that all this time, we been jammin
- So give up the props Hobbes, jealousy's a flaw
- If the next man deserves it, earns it, it should be law
- So let him pass right through
- Because you got to give the credit y'all where it is due
- [DJ Premier cuts up "give it to me"]
- [Guru]
- You know you got to give the credit.. where it is due
- Give the credit y'all.. where it's due
- Give the credit.. where it is due
- Give the credit y'all.. where it's due
- Some of the dopest MC's don't really get enough light
- Cause their record companies don't really market them right
- Most of the people signin acts, they ain't from the street
- Cause yo they come from the sweet..
- .. soft section of town
- While they be sweatin and pretendin that they know a real rap sound
- But I know some guys, and some ladies, that can fill those spots mate
- to promote the real greats
- and educate, and get it straight
- And mobilizin the imitators, exposin the explosive core
- I hope to explore
- galaxies of remedies for your wack rap sickness
- as I convey relay, mack rap quickness
- In this business, I witness trickyness
- Some MC's are into stickyness
- But I'm sayin this, from experience, I'm furious
- I didn't get this far overnight, and there's nothin like
- the real thing, the real swing right? (real swing right?)
- ([Biz]
- So won't you give the credit y'all where it is due
- [DJ Premier cuts up "give it to me"]
- [Guru]
- So yo I'm fed, cause people like to talk too much
- They're misled, and yo they like to sqwak too much
- But let me tell you baby you can't front on this
- twenty-four track mix, with the deep-ass kick
- The objective, is to surely demolish
- the chances of the wack takin all the dollars
- Support the brothers who are truly gifted
- This way, the odds, could never be shifted
- Like my man, you know he works real hard
- He's good at what he does and now he lives real large
- So why envy him, or anyone in his crew
- Just sit back and give the credit y'all where it is due
- Give the credit.. where it's due
- Give the credit y'all.. where it is due
- Give the credit.. where it's due
- Just give the credit y'all.. where it is due
- [DJ Premier cuts up "give it to me"]
- (feat. The Lady of Rage, Kurupt the Kingpin)
- [DJ Premier]
- The real....remix
- More MCing, and DJing
- From your own mind, ya know?
- [Guru]
- Please baby, we gettin G's, you know the steez baby
- Ain't no if's, no and's, no but's or no maybe's
- The vibe'll drive you crazy, almost break your neck
- Again we take respect, remember Just To Get A Rep?
- Sportin baggy pants, mackin stackin finance
- Bold figure, older nigga, yo watch me advance
- Used to be a small cat, now I'm all that and more
- Puttin the pressure on, catchin rep from the dog
- Pure secure, injectin like the fuckin doctors
- Smoother than silk, more milk than Louie Pasteur
- Ask yourself, "Do you wanna mess wit this?"
- The specialist, turn the page, I bring the rage when I spits
- Then the set gets wet, I bring the crowd into a frenzy
- Leave you sleepin wit the fishes, see how them niggas envy
- Authentic vocal tone, transmittin like a mobile phone
- Welcome to my ghetto my man, hope you can hold your own
- I make you first name To The, last name Curb
- I gets grimy, stimey, who you? Revenge of the herbs
- I ain't seen you out here, and you ain't got no clout here
- Your style don't come across, you lost this bout here
- At five-eight and three-quarters, I be the warrior sargent
- Gang Starr, rippin clubs and bars
- Super-star studded, buyin rings that's flooded
- On the low, countin dough in this rap life I love it
- You know my steez
- [Method Man]
- [ODB]
- [scratching]
- [Lady of Rage]
- Check check check check it out y'all
- You best to back off, you jackoff
- Rage next to blast off
- Get wacked off cuz your half-ass is soft
- I bring it to you rough and rugged, chuga lug it
- Mothafuckers act like they hate it but mothafuckers love it
- I'm the raw dame in this war game, don't get your jaw tamed
- ?Or broken? I ain't no joke and I ain't jokin
- You know my steez when I stand and deliv-de-liv-deliver-er-ies
- I Tag MC's like Freeze and burn em like the third-degree
- Now wouldn't you agree, that the three of us put together
- Make it mo' better to make mo' cheddar
- Puffin get higher than four centers
- Ask Coretta, Scott King on the spot
- Who's the Doc like that man uh, Mart King
- Keep march-ing, cuz when it comes to me and The Guru
- Like my man Charlie Brown said, the rest of y'all is doo-doo
- The butcher, the baker, time to meet your maker
- Tell you to your face, you ain't nuttin but a faker
- You're cheesy fo' sheezy, next to me you're measly
- Believe me, I kick that shit so sick I'll make ya queasy
- Now easy, Premier scratch that shit like fleas
- Three men and The Lady, and uh, you know my steez
- [Kurupt]
- Yo yo yo (who are you?)
- The monotone, melodic microphone
- Poetical mac-milly from Philly illy-syndrome
- Clouds'll form, which starts the wind storm
- And the young Gang Starr posse front in full
- Kick off like a gauge, then seek the stage
- In a seek-and-destroy mission to burn and blaze
- Vanish a few, K-U-R-U-P-T, R-A-G-E and Guru
- Let's simplify it nigga, just don't try it
- What I recite, ignite mics, my voice encourage riots
- I don't talk it, I live it, I don't give up, I give it
- I bring it, bust it, don't sing it
- Get in your veins, melt mics and spit flames
- Get in your brains, explode like propane
- Yo Premier (what) tell these niggas this our year
- Flow through like a breeze, murder MC's wit ease
- You know my steez, steez, steez, steez
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