B.Y.S.

I'm like a sniper rhymes'll strike ya when

I'm rockin 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 *** 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 bust your ****

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 ****

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 ****** 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'........