ฟังเพลงB.Y.S. (Explicit)

B. Y. S. - Gang Starr

I'm like a sniper rhymes'll strike ya

When I'm rocking mad chicks be jocking

When the G starr's talking G starr's talking

And that's because my word is bond

I get much fan mail and I always respond

So tell your hon to write me too

Make sure she puts attention Mr. Guru Guru

Brothers know the flow is unique

I got one hundred wild styles in my black valise

Mc's wanna be me so they keep asking

For me to teach them methods both slow and fast slow and fast

And others wanna act as if they're better

But they only got one style which ain't all that clever

I'm cooler than wind harder than cold steel cold steel

I get the ladies with more than just sex appeal

A mystic psychic scanning all your thoughts

I'll touch your soul and make your brain feel caught

When my rapture traps ya and makes you mine

You'll submit to the gift and to the lyrical lines

So suckers realize that the size is too large

When I come through

I'm pulling whole crews cards whole crews cards

I be wrecking correct and on the gangster tip

Mc's who front imma gonna bust your sh*t your sh*t

I wonder do you love it enough

I'm stepping rugged and tough never to front or to bluff

I got the fresh cut baldy the brothers call me

Guru the man yes with all the

J a z z y type essence street type lessons manifesting

The one who make the fly ladies feel pleasant

Never forgetting that to myself I'm true

Do what you want to but watch yourself though duke

I don't wanna hear all of that loud mouthing

Try to pull yours out when nothing comes out

Then you'll see why you can't compete with me

The notorious guru of the gang you see

Starr stands for power like I said before

I'm like the doctors cure slicker than roger moore

I slide up to a crab MC like this

Tap them in the head with my mic like this

I'll be revealing that you're weak to the world if you wish

And I insist that if you persist

Then you get creamed because imma get real steamed

So don't you try to flex and try to look all mean

Heyo check it that's dead that's it

'Cause all you phony a** rappers imma bust your sh*t your sh*t

Now when you see me on the set you know I may unleash

A lyric like a mad dog barking through the speaker

Step off unless you wanna get torn up

Your raps worn out burned out f**ked up

You locked up or maybe you locked out

'Cause at the battle last time you snuck out

But now I'm rolling over you full blast

I'm here to let you know no longer will the bull last

Mc's telling lies and popping all those myths

Keep on faking moves and imma and imma