[Guru]  
 I hit the chicks with the nice round heinies  
 Play a hoe like a hoe  play a sucka like stymied  
 Try me  and you'll descend into your end  
 Never thought it could be you well think again my friend  
 My pen illuminates  and dooms the fakes  
 You're soon to break  you're strawberry like shortcake  
 I'm in that ass with my Timbs all day  
 You couldn't tarnish my rep, so you crept away  
 Just behave and be a good son -- or else  
 I'm bringin the noise cause most emcees are puns  
 I used to chill in Roxbury now I'm comin outta Brooklyn  
 Herb niggaz are assed out, y'all get tooken  
 or taken, and that's word to all rude bwoy Jamaican  
 I swing bitch, yes I'm crankin  
 Just like an Alpine, a deadly rhyme, brand spankin new  
 Pumped to put some lead in your crew  
 A hollow point shot, cause your weak shallow point's  
 not hittin -- should've gave up from the beginning  
 But since you're bluffin with your tape that's trash  
 Tell your peeps that we comin for datazz  
 "Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" --> Run-D.M.C.  
 Whose that lurkin in the dark with the hoodie strapped;  
 puffin on a blizz, mellow meditatin black?  
 I ain't impressed cause the rest they fess  
 Sometimes I wanna flip, clap a hole in they chest  
 but I lay back, as I prepare for the payback  
 And drop the master rhymes with the mad crew from wayback  
 I stay back, I watch, the whole job, you botched  
 Couldn't maintain, it's like your brain just stopped  
 But the Gang is on the prowl kid like Lector  
 Paint a logo with your blood so you niggaz remember  
 the Chain and the Star, mysticle and never typical  
 The average rap group, ain't even equipped to go  
 head up, I'm dead up, you ducks could never last  
 You fakin jacks, we comin for datazz  
 "Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" --> Run-D.M.C.  
 I heard some hardheaded punks wanna see me  
 Jealous of a nigga just because he's on TV  
 You know the video shows that you be watchin  
 Call up and request so you can see it more often  
 My persona sheds more light than a nova  
 Cause niggaz are soldier, yo this war, it ain't over  
 And ain't no stopping like McFadden and Whitehead  
 You might get dead, fuckin around like you do  
 Pursue the knowledge that's available  
 Before your chump-style game and your punk friends fail you  
 Gonna dissect your brain for a minute  
 Look at your puny ass world and what's in it  
 Nothin, that's how long you've been frontin  
 I figured by now that you've come up with somethin  
 But you're still the same snake with my name on your mouth  
 Wanna know what I'm doin, wanna know why I shine?  
 Cause I'm the rebirth, so now you gotta see me first  
 I kick more facts than paperbacks for research  
 and knees hurt, next you feel em bucklin  
 The huge pussy look on your face reveals the sucker  
 inside of ya, because I checked the way you're ridin the  
 jimsome, better sing more than a hymn son  
 Never sustain the true pain of my wisdom  
 Never be able to touch GangStarr  
 True indeed, I believe in takin my words far  
 Across the seas and deserts, through the trees and grass  
 And if you ain't on point, then we comin for datazz  
 "Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" --> Run-D.M.C.  
 * DJ Premier cuts n scratches