Premier The Guru Lyrics - No More Mr. Nice Guy - Gangstarr

(Premier scratches "The Guru") 

It's '89, mine, I'm Keithy E. the Guru 

Premier is here with the flair, we're running to you 

Bust your grill with skill, as we build and fulfill 

I drop the wisom to quiz them, with precision we drill 

We're kicking wannabes down cause we're gonna be down 

We're moving on with the sound, see we're gonna be around 

For a long time, I kick the strong rhymes 

You're empty-handed and stranded cause you were standing in the wrong line 

This is not the fate is for sure a pure pen 

The gift is hitting home on your dome because we meant it 

You'll need a graffiti, don't heed and you'll be bleeding 

We'll rip you, and ship you back and you'll be repeating 

The progress, and I guess that you should be told now 

Lo and behold how the stroll I unfold now 

Knowledge, wisdom, and peace are what I'm true to 

In the rear is Premier, and I'm the Guru 

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(Premier scratches) 

I sound greater because I'm head of the comittee 

I chill in New York City, I'm witty, so get me 

To Brooklyn, so I can ill and peace no joke 

You slow poke, you'll go broke, you're rhymes ain't all that dope 

So take a backseat, with all your wack beats 

This is the one phase of my rage and onstage I slap eats 

For you to try to steal this, I will reveal this 

Like a prophet, I'll drop it, Premier will start to seal 

This coffin to be chewing, you soft and you'll be doing 

A dance with some ants in the ground, you clowns be chewing 

But you could never get this, the talents we've been blest with 

So many different ways to phrase, you shouldn't mess with the Guru 

(Premier scratches) 

So here's the verdict, cause all you suckers know you're booty 

You're played out, you'll fade out, I doubt that you can do me 

We ain't having no gabbing, when I be grabbing and jabbing 

In your ear like a spear prepare your body for battling 

Cause you've been preparing to move, you'll be certain to lose 

Open your eyes up, wise up while I work with the groove 

To teach your next school, who'll be the next fool? 

That I can stomp down with compound nouns but like a pestule 

Come back with dumb raps, then like a tech inside 

I'll take you out your misery you ought to step aside 

Your weak rap, you speak that yang so Imma clue you 

The DJ's name is Premier, and I'm the Guru 

I'm telling you, '89 is mine. Peace!