[guru]

First and foremost, some rappers are sweet like fructose

When i cock back these lyrics, y'all punks best be ghost

I be the seven twenty-one, eighteen twenty-one

The illest one, i'm almost doper than anyone

Straight out the late nights of bed-stuy

Steppin up, y'all put your weapons up, i make heads fly

You're artificial like saccarhin

You're crazy fake, it's more than skills you be lackin in

Concepts you bite, cause your identity ain't tight

Tryin to be somethin you're not, like pullin a knife at a gunfight

I'm troopin on night air like flight number 106

And gettin all up in your fuckin mix

You get me upset, and i got you uptight

Cause my committee's in your city tonight, aight?

We got seventeen million of us plus, two million indians

That makes 19 mil, lightin shit up like wild bill

I be the, supreme father plus the ill kid with drama

My karma, creates the teflon to pierce your body armor

And make sure you check the shit before you walk to me, or talk to me

Steppin to me improperly, you just may catch the weaponry

My specialty is tearin tracks out the frame

You know my fuckin name, i rule all game

I'm universal on all planes, what's your claim?



[guru]

Yo, i be your highness, in slickness, you chumps bear witness

Tremendous tropper, verbal nigga witht he fitness

Drop you for your spot with the blazer then i blast ya

Slice precise like ?fenny hanas? when i come to bring the dramas

Styles so swift, that you can't peep the god

As your lyrics get buried, six feet deep in my backyard

I laugh hard, while your mental i run through mazes

Dark stages of terror to shatter your dressing room mirror

Your whole error gets crushed, your whole show gets bumrushed

Too many