Glowing Mics - Founders RMX

Yeah

I destroy the mic for my glow

(You know we gotta do it again Shug)

You know, you, you know You know it's

(The founding fathers) backwards to go against God, dawg

(Remix)

I destroy the mic for my glow

You know, you- (Yes)

You know it's backwards to go against God, dawg (That's right)

That explains how we rock

(Guru talk to 'em)

Mister Gang Starr, I make it do what it do

So true, classic like the Fu Manchu

Now, you cowards see I'm holdin' the title (Yeah)

Married to the game, son, you know that I'm vital

(Uh huh)

Your shit's weak, you ain't true to this

I'm the embodiment of real, I paid my dues in this

Mister Gang Starr, (Word) a hip-hop phenom

The bomb, these misfits just don't belong

Off-top, I go for the head pop

You got your chest protected so you still get dropped

Bedrock, just like Barney and Fred

Mister Gang Starr, comin' with a army of heads

Your charm is now dead, they tired of you

I ain't even gonna ask what you were tryna do

I'm fryin' a few domes, just like I do catfish

Got'em doin' backflips, this ain't gymnastics

This drastic for foes, I got 'em walkin' on tippy toes

Ballerina style, you don't wanna see the ninas, child

Meanwhile, Mister Gang Starr relates

Not commercial, yet still I'm one of the greats

Controversial like your favorite emcee debates

I'm classic like a break comin' straight out the crate

Fresh out the gate again, time to fill my plate again

It's Mister Gang to the Starr, I'm the latest trend

(Come on)

Mister Gang Starr, I make it do what it do

So true, classic like the Fu Manchu

Now, you cowards see I'm holdin' the title (Yup)

Married to the game, son, you know that I'm vital (Yeah)

Your shit's weak, you ain't true to this

I'm the embodiment of real, I paid my dues in this

Mister Gang Starr, a hip-hop phenom

The bomb, these misfits just don't belong (Let's Go)

Big Shug, the Gang of the Starr

Guru shotgun, I'm the driver of the car

Lame obliterator, wack rhyme terminator

Gang Starr's intimidator, rough rhyme generator

Always protect our street legacy

Never made excuses for the gangsta in me

Keep 'em laughin' 'till they stomach would hurt

On the other hand, stomp 'em 'till they dead in the dirt

Solider, the crew know my worth

If the loyalty is real then I'm givin' my shirt

Livin' the dream from the dock to Mattapan

With stops in Brooklyn and tours to Japan

Hip Hip, from the boss and the beast

DJ Premier, hit 'em with the beat

From the chain in the store, to the block and the boys

Once again, Mister Gang Starr

Mister Gang Starr, I make it do what it do

So true, classic like the Fu Manchu

Now, you cowards see I'm holdin' the title

Married to the game, son, you know that I'm vital

Your shit's weak, you ain't true to this

I'm the embodiment of real, I paid my dues in this

Mister Gang Starr, a hip-hop phenom

The bomb, these misfits just don't belong

That, that, that, that

That, that, that, that explains how we rock

That, that, that, that

That, that, that, that explains how we rock

Gang Starr, G-A-N-G to the Starr, son

Gang Starr, G-A-N-G to the Starr, son

Gang Starr, G-A-N-G to the Starr, son