Make Your Mind Up - Rock on Mix

Chorus/Guru of Gang Starr (sample):

Take your time recline and make your mind up

Take your time recline and make your mind up

Verse 1/ A-Plus:

Hieroglyphics is gonna twist a kid's cerebellum

If he lives, then I tell 'em, I'll leave his head swellin'

When tellin' fellas about the 5-6

Live, it's me investigatin' fly chick's privates

I got a plan, I got a plan, a strategy

Adam be mad a G, mad at me 'cause I got a fatter salary

Actually, you will be cookin' like bottom ramen

Never top, 'cause you'll never stop the atom bombin'

Hiroshima, Nagasaki, don't copy

The manuscript - man, you slipped, you're sloppy

Joe Schmo, never no more, I'm clever and you're

Never gonna score cause I'm sure I'm better and pure

Like ********, and if it's possible I'll drop a new

Line with the lyrics, live is the spirit

And soul, I got plenty in me, eeny-meeny-miny-mo

Slo-Mo, approach with yo ho, yup

'Cause I'm the man and you can read it in Genesis

A-D-A-M, the A-P-L-U-S

One and the same, runnin the game on fly chicks

Real tight, so they feel right with the 5-6

And it's like that, and that's how it is, G

The skins I cross get tossed like a frisbee

Search and find lines of life in my scripture

Screens make me seen so the keen get the picture

Chorus/Guru of Gang Starr (sample):

Take your time recline and make your mind up

Take your time recline and make your mind up

Verse 2/Opio:

Eruptions, and busting, when I'm thrusting, cuts men

Into microscopic particles, molecules, atoms

Attack 'em, hack 'em, never slow, never slack

I'm invincible *** the flow is intense at fools

Who know not, flow not like this wizard

Ya play with it, fiddle

Widdle a hole in ya throat and pull out ya gizzard

Trachiotomy, I slaughtta the watery-weak

Ya slips, there's a slobbly geek

N1ggas tweek when I speak, they retreat

Rethink what was spoken and then repeat

My feat, of inhuman capabilities, rape and pillage emcees

Then I kill emcees, who have no style

I file n1ggas down to the cuticle

Who can feel my foot prints

Soot gets kicked in your eye, beautiful

Blinding, winding, up and change-ups

Rearrange punks, when I drops, kerplunk!

Rip chunks, out the mic, and then digest, why test?

I'm cavin' in your chest when I express

Myself, extreme confusion

You think you're losin' your mind

'Cause my rhyme cuts holes like a nine

Chorus/Guru of Gang Starr (sample):

Take your time recline and make your mind up

Take your time recline and make your mind up

Verse 3/Tajai: Tajai, two syllables, easy

With ease, we, seize thee, butt emcees B

Cause they come wacker than Batman's sound effects

I ground your text, but vertebrae wack I pound your necks

Sally bone, I be prone to Rip sh1t, likely

Believe it or not, believe it I got the ****-D

Cacophony, I cap the phonies, so there is no needs

For meager attempts, deceivers and pimps know I be

Accelerating on that scale, bats pale the countenances

Of countless knit-wits who wished this

Would mish1t, but this sh1t's equipped with

Homin' devices that are precise as they get, kids

Target's stuck to foes who pose muchly

Fronts be *****ed and punk **** rank us amongst thee

Punks we often cross when soft men

Is the image portrayed to them, spinach is no saviour when

I pop eyes, all of the guys feel my brutish

Strength, and wimpies see haggard futures

Don't tempt me, shrimps be skewered on the barbie

My foot is found within ya, is there any dilemma? Yo, hardly

Chorus/Guru of Gang Starr (sample):

Take your time recline and make your mind up..