mad chicks be jockin' when the G Starr's talking  
 And that's because my word is bond  
 I get much fan mail and I always respond  
 So tell your hon to write me too  
 make sure she puts attention Mr. Guru  
 Brothers know the flow is unique  
 I got 100 wild styles in my black valise  
 MC's wanna be me so they keep askin  
 for me to teach 'em methods both slow and fast  
 And others wanna act as if they're better  
 but they only got one style which ain't all that clever  
 I'm cooler than wind, harder than cold steel  
 I get the ladies with more than just sex appeal  
 A mystic psychic scanning all your thoughts  
 I'll touch your soul and make your brain feel caught  
 When my rapture traps ya and makes you mine  
 You'll submit to the gift and to the lyrical lines  
 So suckers realize that the size is too large  
 when I come through I'm pullin' whole crews cards  
 I be wreckin' correct and on the gangster tip  
 MC's who front: Imma' gonna burst your shit  
 I wonder do you love it enough  
 I'm steppin' rugged and tough, never to front or to bluff  
 I got the fresh cut baldy, the brothers call me  
 Guru the man yes with all the  
 J-A-Z-Z-Y type essence, street type lessons manifesting  
 the one who make the fly ladies feel pleasant  
 Never forgettin' that to myself I'm true  
 do what you want to but watch yourself though "duke"  
 I don't wanna hear all of that loud mouthing  
 try to pull yours out when nothing comes out  
 Then you'll see why you can't compete with me  
 the notorious Guru of the Gang you see  
 Starr stands for power like I said before  
 I'm like the doctors cure slicker than Roger Moore  
 I slide up to a crab MC like this  
 tap 'em in the head with my mic like this  
 I'll be revealing that you're weak to the world if you wish  
 And I insist that if you persist  
 then you get creamed, cuz Imma' get real steamed  
 so don't you try to flex and try to look all mean  
 Heyo check it that's dead that's it  
 cuz all you phony ass rappers Imma' bust your shit  
 Now when you see me on the set you know I may unleash  
 a lyric like a mad dog barking through the speaker  
 Step off unless you wanna get torn up  
 your raps worn out burned out fucked up  
 You locked up or maybe you locked out  
 cuz at the battle last time you snuck out  
 But now I'm rolling over you full blast  
 I'm here to let you know no longer will the bull last  
 MC's telling lies and poppin' all those myths  
 Keep on fakin' moves and Imma