Tony Touch, Guru - Guru Freestyle lyrics

Yeah, Gurizzi up in the house
Gang Starr forever
(Gang Starr) New York City mm hmm
Fuck the fame and the bright
Lights and all that
(yeah them fuckin chicken head bitches)
I'ma do this here

I come off like my sweatshirt
When I'm workin' out
MC's be workin out, no doubt
You shouldn't come around cause
I'll beat you down
To the ground with this lyrical four-pound
Yo, I'm right in your streets
Like Urban Outreach
Rhyme perfection, injectin' like the doctor
Rocked ya, and then shot ya, bow-bow!
Whatever you've got, I got more
You're insecure, motherfucker!
And now your facin', yes
Your ultimate challenger
The Avenger, your fate is on my calendar
Notice this spirit I posess is more than holy
I'm Gifted Unlimited fuck the rest
You niggas know me
My mic illuminates your whole spectrum
Crush your dome section, punks I wreck 'em
Mics I bless 'em
I don't why, MC's would come and test the INI
Master of self, my wealth
Is just my state of mind
I stack my loot, just for the rainy day
And you can pour out your forty
For rappers I slay i bring the bounty back
And then I give my thanks
For just being black i got the knack
The rap format to bust your corpuscles
Piecing through your fuckin' snorkel
Even if it's goosed down
You get run out of town
The apparatus gets blessed
Suckers get put to rest
No more of the impure I got
The cure for this mess
The wackness is spreadin like the plague
MC's they wanna get paid
But they can't make the fuckin' grade
How many times are wanna be's gonna try?
Yo, they must wanna die cause 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
For some time now
I held the scrolls and manuscripts
When I start to go all
Out, you be like, "damn, he flipped"
Now I'm sick, and fed up with bullshit
I got that lyrical Full Clip
Givin' the verbal ass-whip
So don't trip, Its the Gifted one
Spliff-ted one alias Bald Head Slick
Why is niggas on my di-dick?
Cause I be iller than a kamikaze pilot
Don't try it
I'm about to start more than a fuckin' riot
Styles unsurpassable
And knuckers thats suckers
Yo, the motherfuckers is harassable
For I be speakin from my
Parables and carry you beyond
The mic's either a magic wand
Or it's tragic like the havoc
Of a nuclear bomb
And I read your palm, no pulse your dead