Featuring Guru




* This Was Rhymed In 96 Before You Know My Steez And So Wassup



From Which Several Rhymes Of This Freestyle Were Taken




[Guru]



Yeah Gurizzi Up In The House Gang Starr Forever



(Gang Starr) New York City. Mm Hmm



Fuck The Fame And The Bright Lights And All That



(Yeah Them Fuckin Chicken Head Bitches) I'ma Do This Here




I Come Off Like My Sweatshirt When I'm Workin Out



MC's Be Workin Out, No Doubt



You Shouldn't Come Around Cause I'll Beat You Down



To The Ground With This Lyrical Four-pound



Yo, I'm Right In Your Streets, Like Urban Outreach



Rhyme Perfection, Injectin Like The Doctor



Rocked Ya, And Then Shot Ya, Blao-blao!



Whatever You've Got, I Got More



You're Insecure, Motherfucker!



And Now Your Facin, Yes, Your Ultimate Challenger



The Avenger, Your Fate Is On My Calendar



Notice This Spirit I Posess Is More Than Holy



I'm Gifted Unlimited... Fuck The Rest You Niggaz Know Me



My Mic Illuminates Your Whole Spectrum



Crush Your Dome Section, Punks I Wreck Em, Mics I Bless Em



I Don't Why, MC's Would Come And Test The INI



Master Of Self, My Wealth, Is Just My State Of Mind



I Stack My Loot, Just For The Rainy Day



And You Can Pull Out Your Forty, For Rappers I Slay



I Bring The BOUNTY BACK!



And Then I Give My Thanks, For Just Being Black



I Got The Knack, The Rap Format, To Bust Your Corpuscles



Piecin Through Your Fuckin Snorkel



Even If Its Goosed-down, You Get Run Out Of Town



The Apparatus Gets Blessed, Suckers Get Put To Rest



No More Of The Impure I Got The Cure For This Mess



The Wackness Is Spreadin Like The Plague



MC's They Wanna Get Paid, But They Can't Make The Fuckin Grade



How Many Times Are Wanna