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"Tell the people what you're here for"Intro/Chorus: GuruIt's the message in the song that makes you rock onSome people go to places where they don't belongWhether wrong or right, a lot of people fightBut I'm here to bless this mic, aight?Verse One: GuruI take action the minute that the crowd gets hypeI'm type crashin, down like a meteoriteI'm Bogart-ing, mics and whole stagesDestroying MC's dreams, from words to whole pagesTheir rapbooks, look more like scrapbookswith their fictional fairytales and frail ass hooksA lot of shit has happened, since I started rappinThere's been enough beef, and enough gat clappinThere's been mad signs, for this brother to heedand while some choose greed, I choose to plant seedsfor your mental, spirit and physical templeBob your head to it, there's the water you've been lead to itBathe in it, a long time you've been cravin itPrance to it, use your third eye and glance through itYour state of being, becoming advanced through itWhile others rhyme with no reason I be breezinTheir mics I seize them, then I try em for treasonI used to always like to hang outNow I lounge in the rest writin bombs while tracks bang outI know you peeped me in the club thenbut now I'm in your speaker, with the voice that you're lovinChorusVerse Two: GuruPeace to the young ladies, who wanna bone me muchAnd peace to my nigga Premier, with the golden touchI never fall off point, like DeNiro in CasinoPeace to Black Gambinos and all my peoplesdig the steelo -- I'm fightin wars you knowas in the Jihad, most humble, most mercifulThat's because I be God, I trog through fogs, puffing logsMC's muttering menial madness, they get mobbedScarred and barred, and then, banished from my fuckin kingdomYou got a fly one bring one, or else I come to fling someexquisite exotic exciting type shitEnough to make the real heads wake up and get hype quickI'm type slick, known as the God UniversalKick rhymes without rehearsal, I cross the burnin sandsNow I stand here with virtue, of course I could hurt yousimply with my point of view, and I knewthat many would come, that's why I've chosento cut off pathways, and there's no runways or doorways openfor the jokers who ain't focusedAnd all the fake mercenaries get buried by the tongue of terrifying furyNothing's blurry, fuck it I got no worriesHearts and minds, shine bright light with insightYeah sense my birthright to set up cyphers with powercause mad shit ain't right, like punks in the spotlightwho can't freestyle, sometimes I make my peeps smileby sayin somethin crazy wildlike some shit off my dome, that be soundinbetter than the next man's whole album...more