| Song | Flip The Script |
| Artist | Gang Starr |
| Album | Daily Operation |
| 作词 : DJ Premier, Guru | |
| Brave is the knave who steps up to be slayed | |
| By the one who forgave him for his first mistakes | |
| He'd best behave, or i'ma send him a wave | |
| Of some shocking volts, he doesn't know what he's talkin about | |
| He's kickin a bunch of crap so | |
| I'll be the judge of that | |
| The boy lacks artistry but still he tries hard to be | |
| An entertainer, but instead he's a waste of | |
| My time and your time so | |
| I'll kick the pure rhymes | |
| Whenever you're looking for rap that's exceptional | |
| And credible, straight to the g's you better go | |
| Cause gangstarr's known to be prone to be | |
| Masters of streetwise poetry and turntable wizardry | |
| But still be a cold day in hell when you hear that | |
| Guru or premier ever tell suckers get sales | |
| But they fail in the long run that kid who went gold yo | |
| That was the wrong one but tonight the spotlight is all on me | |
| I'm the guru, of the g-a-n-g | |
| Taking out scrubs cause they rub me the wrong way | |
| And I'll say, that they've still got a long way to go | |
| To show they can flow like a real pro | |
| So gimme that loot catch the boot from my steel toe | |
| I'm changing the scenery as | |
| I make em uncomfortable | |
| Cause most mc's ain't really got no pull | |
| Watch me stifle em quick with the gift and the wit | |
| Make em quit all that riff as | |
| I flip the script | |
| ChorusFool listen, | |
| I know that you've been missing | |
| All this and so my rhymes are gonna gleem and glisten | |
| Like a gem, and if you are the fake mc type | |
| I'll shine so bright | |
| I'll be blinding your eyesight | |
| Your capabilities fall short so i'ma treat you like a dwarf | |
| On a basketball court still you try to rap | |
| And even claim you got new styles but | |
| Rolling your tongue's been playe dout for a while | |
| And you don't sound fly so why are you doing that? | |
| You had a dope track but you're wack so you ruined that | |
| I couldn't make out what you were saying your diction | |
| Is jumbled where as me | |
| I'm conveying clear thoughts | |
| To a crowd that's most critical | |
| Booty duck rappers like you are just pitiful | |
| I bet you couldn't name more than one pioneer | |
| Cause you didn't pay dues and you got on on outta nowhere | |
| But that's ok cause | |
| I'm peeping your card | |
| If rap was my house you'd be sweeping the yard | |
| As I recline | |
| I'll find more chores to give ya | |
| Like moppin the floors or maybe fetchin my slippers | |
| So don't even trip or run off with the lip | |
| Cause as soon as you slip you know | |
| I'll flip the script | |
| ChorusSo as | |
| I kick a bit flip with script without a skip | |
| Butter roll mc's get dissed like this | |
| You'll never got none son because | |
| I'll become troublesome | |
| You rap like a simpleton | |
| And I hate scum yo | |
| I can easily deflect your threats | |
| Cause they're idle my recital will break you down | |
| Just a fight til the end cause | |
| I can take ten at a time | |
| Give em all a fair shot to see if any can rhyme | |
| And even if one is decent, | |
| I'll still get props | |
| I'll kick the slick lines til the last one drops | |
| As my powerful skills are unveiled | |
| I'm tippin the scales | |
| And weighing much more than your tall tales | |
| Stop the exaggeration perpetration observe | |
| And make simple notation | |
| Nobody no where no way no how | |
| Is taking me out cause | |
| I can throw so you know now | |
| Can you feel it, | |
| I bust raps so lay off | |
| Before I steal that so called title that you gave yourself | |
| But you really ain't jack so yo you played yourself | |
| And now you look from a distance as you sweat my tip | |
| You know I'll whip you swift when | |
| I flip the script |
| zuò cí : DJ Premier, Guru | |
| Brave is the knave who steps up to be slayed | |
| By the one who forgave him for his first mistakes | |
| He' d best behave, or i' ma send him a wave | |
| Of some shocking volts, he doesn' t know what he' s talkin about | |
| He' s kickin a bunch of crap so | |
| I' ll be the judge of that | |
| The boy lacks artistry but still he tries hard to be | |
| An entertainer, but instead he' s a waste of | |
| My time and your time so | |
| I' ll kick the pure rhymes | |
| Whenever you' re looking for rap that' s exceptional | |
| And credible, straight to the g' s you better go | |
| Cause gangstarr' s known to be prone to be | |
| Masters of streetwise poetry and turntable wizardry | |
| But still be a cold day in hell when you hear that | |
| Guru or premier ever tell suckers get sales | |
| But they fail in the long run that kid who went gold yo | |
| That was the wrong one but tonight the spotlight is all on me | |
| I' m the guru, of the gang | |
| Taking out scrubs cause they rub me the wrong way | |
| And I' ll say, that they' ve still got a long way to go | |
| To show they can flow like a real pro | |
| So gimme that loot catch the boot from my steel toe | |
| I' m changing the scenery as | |
| I make em uncomfortable | |
| Cause most mc' s ain' t really got no pull | |
| Watch me stifle em quick with the gift and the wit | |
| Make em quit all that riff as | |
| I flip the script | |
| ChorusFool listen, | |
| I know that you' ve been missing | |
| All this and so my rhymes are gonna gleem and glisten | |
| Like a gem, and if you are the fake mc type | |
| I' ll shine so bright | |
| I' ll be blinding your eyesight | |
| Your capabilities fall short so i' ma treat you like a dwarf | |
| On a basketball court still you try to rap | |
| And even claim you got new styles but | |
| Rolling your tongue' s been playe dout for a while | |
| And you don' t sound fly so why are you doing that? | |
| You had a dope track but you' re wack so you ruined that | |
| I couldn' t make out what you were saying your diction | |
| Is jumbled where as me | |
| I' m conveying clear thoughts | |
| To a crowd that' s most critical | |
| Booty duck rappers like you are just pitiful | |
| I bet you couldn' t name more than one pioneer | |
| Cause you didn' t pay dues and you got on on outta nowhere | |
| But that' s ok cause | |
| I' m peeping your card | |
| If rap was my house you' d be sweeping the yard | |
| As I recline | |
| I' ll find more chores to give ya | |
| Like moppin the floors or maybe fetchin my slippers | |
| So don' t even trip or run off with the lip | |
| Cause as soon as you slip you know | |
| I' ll flip the script | |
| ChorusSo as | |
| I kick a bit flip with script without a skip | |
| Butter roll mc' s get dissed like this | |
| You' ll never got none son because | |
| I' ll become troublesome | |
| You rap like a simpleton | |
| And I hate scum yo | |
| I can easily deflect your threats | |
| Cause they' re idle my recital will break you down | |
| Just a fight til the end cause | |
| I can take ten at a time | |
| Give em all a fair shot to see if any can rhyme | |
| And even if one is decent, | |
| I' ll still get props | |
| I' ll kick the slick lines til the last one drops | |
| As my powerful skills are unveiled | |
| I' m tippin the scales | |
| And weighing much more than your tall tales | |
| Stop the exaggeration perpetration observe | |
| And make simple notation | |
| Nobody no where no way no how | |
| Is taking me out cause | |
| I can throw so you know now | |
| Can you feel it, | |
| I bust raps so lay off | |
| Before I steal that so called title that you gave yourself | |
| But you really ain' t jack so yo you played yourself | |
| And now you look from a distance as you sweat my tip | |
| You know I' ll whip you swift when | |
| I flip the script |