You Know My Steez

"The real hip-hop"

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

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

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 whoop ass

Droppin' lyrics that be hotter than sex and candle wax

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"

"Let 'em know, do your thing y'all"

"Keep it live"

"To the beat y'all"

The beat is sinister, Preemo 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 take 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 fuckin' grade

How many times are wannabes 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 holdin' down the fort ("You know my steez")

You know my steez

"Let 'em know, do your thing y'all"

"Keep it live"

"Let 'em know, do your thing y'all"

"Keep it live"

"You know my steez"

"Let 'em know, do your thing y'all"

"Keep it live"

"You know my steez"

"Let 'em know, do your thing y'all"

"Keep it live"

"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 somethin' 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'll be like, "Damn, he flipped!"

Now I'm sick, fed up with the bullshit

Got the lyrical full clip, givin' you a verbal ass-whip

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 nukkas that's suckas

Yo, them motherfuckers are harrassable

For I be speakin' 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