B.y.s.

I'm like a sniper rhymes'll strike ya when I'm rockin mad chicks be jockin' when the 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 Brothers know the flow is unique I got 100 wild styles in my black valise MC's wanna be me so they keep askin for me to teach 'em methods both 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 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 pullin' whole crews cards I be wreckin' correct and on the gangster tip MC's who front: Imma' gonna bust your shit I wonder do you love it enough I'm steppin' 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 forgettin' 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