What I'm Here 4 Lyrics
| Song | What I'm Here 4 |
| Artist | Gang Starr |
| Album | Moment Of Truth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Elam, Martin |
| [00:01.00] | Tell the people what you're here for |
| [00:13.18] | Intro/chorus：guru |
| [00:13.19] | It's the message in the song that makes you rock on |
| [00:15.78] | Some people go to places where they don't belong |
| [00:18.11] | Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight |
| [00:20.53] | But i'm here to bless this mic, aight? |
| [00:23.00] | Verse one: guru |
| [00:23.41] | I take action the minute that the crowd gets hype |
| [00:26.22] | I'm type crashin, down like a meteorite |
| [00:28.00] | I'm bogart-ing, mics and whole stages |
| [00:31.23] | Destroying mc's dreams, from words to whole pages |
| [00:34.18] | Their rapbooks, look more like scrapbooks |
| [00:36.50] | With their fictional fairytales and frail ass hooks |
| [00:39.30] | A lot of shit has happened, since I started rappin |
| [00:41.83] | There's been enough beef, and enough gat clappin |
| [00:44.37] | There's been mad signs, for this brother to heed |
| [00:47.00] | And while some choose greed, I choose to plant seeds |
| [00:49.63] | For your mental, spirit and physical temple |
| [00:52.37] | Bob your head to it, there's the water you've been lead to it |
| [00:55.21] | Bathe in it, a long time you've been cravin it |
| [00:57.80] | Prance to it, use your third eye and glance through it |
| [01:00.70] | Your state of being, becoming advanced through it |
| [01:03.44] | While others rhyme with no reason I be breezin |
| [01:05.30] | Their mics I seize them, then I try em for treason |
| [01:08.45] | I used to always like to hang out |
| [01:10.00] | Now I lounge in the rest writin bombs while tracks bang out |
| [01:13.92] | I know you peeped me in the club then |
| [01:16.14] | But now i'm in your speaker, with the voice that you're lovin |
| [01:29.30] | Chorus |
| [01:30.30] | Verse two: guru |
| [01:31.92] | Peace to the young ladies, who wanna bone me much |
| [01:34.70] | And peace to my nigga premier, with the golden touch |
| [01:37.62] | I never fall off point, like deniro in casino |
| [01:40.56] | Peace to black gambinos and all my peoples |
| [01:43.04] | Dig the steelo -- i'm fightin wars you know |
| [01:45.08] | As in the jihad, most humble, most merciful |
| [01:47.40] | That's because I be god, I trog through fogs, puffing logs |
| [01:50.64] | Mc's muttering menial madness, they get mobbed |
| [01:52.72] | Scarred and barred, and then, banished from my ****in kingdom |
| [01:56.05] | You got a fly one bring one, or else I come to fling some |
| [01:58.83] | Exquisite exotic exciting type shit |
| [02:01.07] | Enough to make the real heads wake up and get hype quick |
| [02:03.70] | I'm type slick, known as the god universal |
| [02:06.38] | Kick rhymes without rehearsal, I cross the burnin sands |
| [02:09.00] | Now I stand here with virtue, of course I could hurt you |
| [02:11.80] | Simply with my point of view, and I knew |
| [02:13.81] | That many would come, that's why i've chosen |
| [02:16.93] | To cut off pathways, and there's no runways or doorways open |
| [02:20.13] | For the jokers who ain't focused |
| [02:21.75] | And all the fake mercenaries get buried by the tongue of terrifying fury |
| [02:25.44] | Nothing's blurry, **** it I got no worries |
| [02:27.61] | Hearts and minds, shine bright light with insight |
| [02:30.04] | Yeah sense my birthright to set up cyphers with power |
| [02:32.30] | Cause mad shit ain't right, like punks in the spotlight |
| [02:35.45] | Who can't freestyle, sometimes I make my peeps smile |
| [02:38.19] | By sayin somethin crazy wild |
| [02:39.90] | Like some shit off my dome, that be soundin |
| [02:41.88] | Better than the next man's whole album... |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Elam, Martin |
| [00:01.00] | Tell the people what you' re here for |
| [00:13.18] | Intro chorus: guru |
| [00:13.19] | It' s the message in the song that makes you rock on |
| [00:15.78] | Some people go to places where they don' t belong |
| [00:18.11] | Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight |
| [00:20.53] | But i' m here to bless this mic, aight? |
| [00:23.00] | Verse one: guru |
| [00:23.41] | I take action the minute that the crowd gets hype |
| [00:26.22] | I' m type crashin, down like a meteorite |
| [00:28.00] | I' m bogarting, mics and whole stages |
| [00:31.23] | Destroying mc' s dreams, from words to whole pages |
| [00:34.18] | Their rapbooks, look more like scrapbooks |
| [00:36.50] | With their fictional fairytales and frail ass hooks |
| [00:39.30] | A lot of shit has happened, since I started rappin |
| [00:41.83] | There' s been enough beef, and enough gat clappin |
| [00:44.37] | There' s been mad signs, for this brother to heed |
| [00:47.00] | And while some choose greed, I choose to plant seeds |
| [00:49.63] | For your mental, spirit and physical temple |
| [00:52.37] | Bob your head to it, there' s the water you' ve been lead to it |
| [00:55.21] | Bathe in it, a long time you' ve been cravin it |
| [00:57.80] | Prance to it, use your third eye and glance through it |
| [01:00.70] | Your state of being, becoming advanced through it |
| [01:03.44] | While others rhyme with no reason I be breezin |
| [01:05.30] | Their mics I seize them, then I try em for treason |
| [01:08.45] | I used to always like to hang out |
| [01:10.00] | Now I lounge in the rest writin bombs while tracks bang out |
| [01:13.92] | I know you peeped me in the club then |
| [01:16.14] | But now i' m in your speaker, with the voice that you' re lovin |
| [01:29.30] | Chorus |
| [01:30.30] | Verse two: guru |
| [01:31.92] | Peace to the young ladies, who wanna bone me much |
| [01:34.70] | And peace to my nigga premier, with the golden touch |
| [01:37.62] | I never fall off point, like deniro in casino |
| [01:40.56] | Peace to black gambinos and all my peoples |
| [01:43.04] | Dig the steelo i' m fightin wars you know |
| [01:45.08] | As in the jihad, most humble, most merciful |
| [01:47.40] | That' s because I be god, I trog through fogs, puffing logs |
| [01:50.64] | Mc' s muttering menial madness, they get mobbed |
| [01:52.72] | Scarred and barred, and then, banished from my in kingdom |
| [01:56.05] | You got a fly one bring one, or else I come to fling some |
| [01:58.83] | Exquisite exotic exciting type shit |
| [02:01.07] | Enough to make the real heads wake up and get hype quick |
| [02:03.70] | I' m type slick, known as the god universal |
| [02:06.38] | Kick rhymes without rehearsal, I cross the burnin sands |
| [02:09.00] | Now I stand here with virtue, of course I could hurt you |
| [02:11.80] | Simply with my point of view, and I knew |
| [02:13.81] | That many would come, that' s why i' ve chosen |
| [02:16.93] | To cut off pathways, and there' s no runways or doorways open |
| [02:20.13] | For the jokers who ain' t focused |
| [02:21.75] | And all the fake mercenaries get buried by the tongue of terrifying fury |
| [02:25.44] | Nothing' s blurry, it I got no worries |
| [02:27.61] | Hearts and minds, shine bright light with insight |
| [02:30.04] | Yeah sense my birthright to set up cyphers with power |
| [02:32.30] | Cause mad shit ain' t right, like punks in the spotlight |
| [02:35.45] | Who can' t freestyle, sometimes I make my peeps smile |
| [02:38.19] | By sayin somethin crazy wild |
| [02:39.90] | Like some shit off my dome, that be soundin |
| [02:41.88] | Better than the next man' s whole album... |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Elam, Martin |
| [00:01.00] | Tell the people what you' re here for |
| [00:13.18] | Intro chorus: guru |
| [00:13.19] | It' s the message in the song that makes you rock on |
| [00:15.78] | Some people go to places where they don' t belong |
| [00:18.11] | Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight |
| [00:20.53] | But i' m here to bless this mic, aight? |
| [00:23.00] | Verse one: guru |
| [00:23.41] | I take action the minute that the crowd gets hype |
| [00:26.22] | I' m type crashin, down like a meteorite |
| [00:28.00] | I' m bogarting, mics and whole stages |
| [00:31.23] | Destroying mc' s dreams, from words to whole pages |
| [00:34.18] | Their rapbooks, look more like scrapbooks |
| [00:36.50] | With their fictional fairytales and frail ass hooks |
| [00:39.30] | A lot of shit has happened, since I started rappin |
| [00:41.83] | There' s been enough beef, and enough gat clappin |
| [00:44.37] | There' s been mad signs, for this brother to heed |
| [00:47.00] | And while some choose greed, I choose to plant seeds |
| [00:49.63] | For your mental, spirit and physical temple |
| [00:52.37] | Bob your head to it, there' s the water you' ve been lead to it |
| [00:55.21] | Bathe in it, a long time you' ve been cravin it |
| [00:57.80] | Prance to it, use your third eye and glance through it |
| [01:00.70] | Your state of being, becoming advanced through it |
| [01:03.44] | While others rhyme with no reason I be breezin |
| [01:05.30] | Their mics I seize them, then I try em for treason |
| [01:08.45] | I used to always like to hang out |
| [01:10.00] | Now I lounge in the rest writin bombs while tracks bang out |
| [01:13.92] | I know you peeped me in the club then |
| [01:16.14] | But now i' m in your speaker, with the voice that you' re lovin |
| [01:29.30] | Chorus |
| [01:30.30] | Verse two: guru |
| [01:31.92] | Peace to the young ladies, who wanna bone me much |
| [01:34.70] | And peace to my nigga premier, with the golden touch |
| [01:37.62] | I never fall off point, like deniro in casino |
| [01:40.56] | Peace to black gambinos and all my peoples |
| [01:43.04] | Dig the steelo i' m fightin wars you know |
| [01:45.08] | As in the jihad, most humble, most merciful |
| [01:47.40] | That' s because I be god, I trog through fogs, puffing logs |
| [01:50.64] | Mc' s muttering menial madness, they get mobbed |
| [01:52.72] | Scarred and barred, and then, banished from my in kingdom |
| [01:56.05] | You got a fly one bring one, or else I come to fling some |
| [01:58.83] | Exquisite exotic exciting type shit |
| [02:01.07] | Enough to make the real heads wake up and get hype quick |
| [02:03.70] | I' m type slick, known as the god universal |
| [02:06.38] | Kick rhymes without rehearsal, I cross the burnin sands |
| [02:09.00] | Now I stand here with virtue, of course I could hurt you |
| [02:11.80] | Simply with my point of view, and I knew |
| [02:13.81] | That many would come, that' s why i' ve chosen |
| [02:16.93] | To cut off pathways, and there' s no runways or doorways open |
| [02:20.13] | For the jokers who ain' t focused |
| [02:21.75] | And all the fake mercenaries get buried by the tongue of terrifying fury |
| [02:25.44] | Nothing' s blurry, it I got no worries |
| [02:27.61] | Hearts and minds, shine bright light with insight |
| [02:30.04] | Yeah sense my birthright to set up cyphers with power |
| [02:32.30] | Cause mad shit ain' t right, like punks in the spotlight |
| [02:35.45] | Who can' t freestyle, sometimes I make my peeps smile |
| [02:38.19] | By sayin somethin crazy wild |
| [02:39.90] | Like some shit off my dome, that be soundin |
| [02:41.88] | Better than the next man' s whole album... |
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