You Know My Steez Lyrics - Gangstarr

That makes me know that, we we we we're doin 

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 em (oh right) 

with the times, and everything y'know 

And and so. y'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" 

"MCing, and DJing. from your own mind, ya know?" 

"I, I guess right now we should start the show" 

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(Guru) 

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 hittin like some double Desert Eagles 

Sportin caps pulled low, and baggy slacks 

Subtractin 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 ass 

Droppin lyrics that be hotter than sex and candlewax 

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

While the world's revolvin, on it's 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" --> Method Man 

"Let em know, do your thing y'all""Keep it live" 

"To the beat y'all" --> Flavor Flav 

The beat is sinister, Primo makes you relax 

I'm like the minister, when I be lacin the wax 

I be bringin 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 feelin 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 spreadin like the plague 

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

How many times are wannabe's gonna lie? 

Yo 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" --> Method Man) 

You know my steez... 

"Let em know, do your thing y'all""Keep it live" 

"You know my steez" --> Method Man 

*repeat 4X with very last line modified as follows* 

"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 

Tryin to be fly, ridin high on the jet-set 

With juvenile rhymes makin fake-ass 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 friggin riot 

Styles unsurpassable, and nuccas that's suckas, yo 

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 shit 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 dope rhymes, put me on 

Word is bond... you know my steez