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    GANG STARR

    No More Mr. Nice Guy 1989 ©

    Premier & The Guru

    It's '89, mine, I'm Keithy E. the Guru
    Premier is here with the flair, we're running to you
    Bust your grill with skill, as we build and fulfill
    I drop the wisom to quiz them, with precision we drill
    We're kicking wannabes down cause we're gonna be down
    We're moving on with the sound, see we're gonna be around
    For a long time, I kick the strong rhymes
    You're empty-handed and stranded cause you were standing in the wrong line
    This is not the fate is for sure a pure pen
    The gift is hitting home on your dome because we meant it
    You'll need a graffiti, don't heed and you'll be bleeding
    We'll rip you, and ship you back and you'll be repeating
    The progress, and I guess that you should be told now
    Lo and behold how the stroll I unfold now
    Knowledge, wisdom, and peace are what I'm true to
    In the rear is Premier, and I'm the Guru



    I sound greater because I'm head of the comittee
    I chill in New York City, I'm witty, so get me
    To Brooklyn, so I can ill and peace no joke
    You slow poke, you'll go broke, you're rhymes ain't all that dope
    So take a backseat, with all your wack beats
    This is the one phase of my rage and onstage I slap eats
    For you to try to steal this, I will reveal this
    Like a prophet, I'll drop it, Premier will start to seal
    This coffin to be chewing, you soft and you'll be doing
    A dance with some ants in the ground, you clowns be chewing
    But you could never get this, the talents we've been blest with
    So many different ways to phrase, you shouldn't mess with the Guru



    So here's the verdict, cause all you suckers know you're booty
    You're played out, you'll fade out, I doubt that you can do me
    We ain't having no gabbing, when I be grabbing and jabbing
    In your ear like a spear prepare your body for battling
    Cause you've been preparing to move, you'll be certain to lose
    Open your eyes up, wise up while I work with the groove
    To teach your next school, who'll be the next fool?
    That I can stomp down with compound nouns but like a pestule
    Come back with dumb raps, then like a tech inside
    I'll take you out your misery you ought to step aside
    Your weak rap, you speak that yang so Imma clue you
    The DJ's name is Premier, and I'm the Guru

    I'm telling you, '89 is mine. Peace

    1989 ©




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