You Know My Steez

You Know My Steez - Gang Starr

Written by：Keith Elam

That makes me know that we we we we're doing

We had the right idea in the beginning

And and we just need to maintain our focus and elevate

We what we do we update our formulas

We have certain formulas but we update them oh right

With the times and everything you know

And and so you know

The rhyme style is elevated

The style of beats is elevated

But it's still Guru and Premier

And it's always a message involved

The real hip-hop

MC and DJ from your own mind you know

I I guess right now we should start the show

Who's the suspicious character strapped with the sounds profound

Similar to rounds spit by Derringers

You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said

It's time to dethrone you clones and all you knuckleheads

Cause MC's have used up extended warranties

While real MC's and DJ's are a minority

But right about now I use my authority

Cause I'm like the Wizard and you look lost like Dorothy

The horror be when I return for my real people

Words that split wigs hitting like some double Desert Eagles

Sporting caps pulled low and baggy slacks

Subtracting all the rappers who lack over Premier's tracks

Severe facts have brought this rap game to near collapse

So as I have in the past I whup a**

Dropping lyrics that be hotter than sex and candlewax

And one-dimensional MC's can't handle that

While the world's revolving on its axis

I come with mad love and plus the illest warlike tactics

The wilderness is filled with this so many people

Searching for false lift I'm here with the skills you've missed

The rejected stone is now the cornerstone

Sort of like the master builder when I make my way home

You know my steez

You know my steez

Let them know do your thing you all keep it live

To the beat you all

The beat is sinister Primo makes you relax

I'm like the minister when I am lacing the wax

I be bringing salvation through the way that I rap

And you know and I know I'm nice like that

Work through worldly problems I got the healing power

When the mic's within my reach I'm feeling more power

Stealing at least three minutes of every rap radio hour

It's often easier for one to give advice

Than it is for a person to run one's own life

That's why I can't be caught up in all the hype

I keep my soul tight and let these lines takes flight

The apparatus gets blessed and suckers get put to rest

No more of the unpure I got the cure for this mess

The wackness is spreading like the plague

MC's lucked up and got paid but still can't make the f**king grade

How many times are wanna be gonna lie

You they must wanna fry they can't touch the knowledge I personify

I travel through the darkness carrying my torch

The illest soldier when I'm holding down the fort

You know my steez

Let them know do your things y'all keep it live

You know my steez

Let them know do your thing y'all keep it live

You know my steez

Let them know do your thing y'all keep it live

You know my steez

Let them know do your thing y'all keep it live

The mic on the microphone you know that

I'm one of the best yet

Some punks ain't paid all of their debts yet

Trying to be fly riding high on the jet-set

With juvenile rhymes making fake-a** death threats

Big deal like En Vogue here's something you can feel

Styles more tangible and image more real

For some time now I've held the scrolls and manuscripts

When it's time to go all out you be like Damn he flipped

Now I'm sick fed up with the bullshit

Got the lyrical full clip giving you a verbal asswhip

Don't trip it's the gifted prolific one

Known as Bald Head Slick

Why is the press all on my di-dick

My style be wilder than a kamikaze pilot

Don't try it I'm about to start more than a fragging riot

Styles unsurpassable and nuccas that's suck as you

Them motherf**kers are harrassable

For I be speaking from my parables and carry you beyond

The mic's either a magic wand

Or it gets tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb

Then I grab your palm no pulse you're gone

And if you thought we'd lose

Our niche in this rap sh*t you way wrong

I stay up I stay on shine bright like neon

Your song's pathetic synthetic like Rayon

Fat beats they play on want d**e rhymes put me on

Word is bond you know my steez