Now You're Mine

Guru: Yo Duke, you're dead wrong You'll never have the skills like mine I write the ill type rhymes Now I'm reaching my prime 360 dunk in your face You can't compete, you're just a basketcase Let's separate the men from the boys And put your money where your mouth is No time for toys Your game is weak, you geek, so don't sleep Cuz I'll be checking and wrecking ya When I start to creep Through the backdoor I know I caught you out there You got no clout here And I doubt there Is anyway that you can stop the beatdown You oughta play the background And sit back down Chumps like you, I gotta keep'em in line So prepare to suffer boy, cuz now you're mine (DJ Premier scratching) I'll fake you left and go right Straight down the lane Here's one in your eye You feel pain, you strain To put together some strategy But you're raggedy, and i'll be glad to see The frown on your grill when i drill and thrill Set out my offense, commence to kill I'll be leading from beginning to end And after I pound ya You're gonna wanna make friends And make amends for the silly trash you were talking Take a walk and your shots I'm swatting With ease, and the ladies are swooning Clocking my swiftness, why you drooling? You oughta practice up and get your game with mine I been waiting to guard you, and now you're mine (DJ Premier scratching) Hurry up, sucker Go ahead and pick your squad Try to play hard, but I'ma rob You of your crazy notions to defeat me Your weak see I rock all courts