I'm the Man

[Verse 1: Guru] I said – people, people, come on and check it out now You see the mic in my hand, now watch me wreck it now What is a party if the crew ain't there? (What's your name, kid?) Call me Guru, that's my man Premier Now many attempts have been made to hold us back,  Slander the name and withhold facts But I'm the type of brother with much more game I got a sure aim and if I find you're to blame,  You can bet you'll be exterminated – taken out, done It doesn't matter how many, they go as easy as just one Bust one round in the air for this here 'Cause this year, suckers are going nowhere 'Cause my street style and intelligence level Makes me much more than just an angry rebel I'm Gifted Unlimited Rhymes Universal MCs that ain't equipped get flipped in my circle I'm aiming on, raining on those bitch ass chumps 'Cause their rhymes don't flow and their beats don't pump And niggas better know I paid my dues and shit I'm 'bout to blow the fuck up, 'cause I refuse to quit I'm out to get the props that are rightfully mine Yeah, me and the crew think it's about that time But on the D.L., you know that Gang Starr will conquer That's why you stare and point, and others cling on to My Nautica, asking for a hook-up Well, sorry, but my schedule is all booked up Nobody put me on, I made it up the hard way Look out for my people, but the suckers should parlay 'Cause it's business, kid, this ain't no free-for-all You have to wait your turn, you must await your call So, now – now it is my duty to Eliminate and subtract all of the booty crews And suckers should vacate, before I get irate And I'll kick your can from here to Japan With force you can't withstand, 'cause I'm the motherfucking man [Bridge: Guru] Yo, right now, I got my man Lil' Dap from the Group Home Yo, step up to the mic and tell them why you're the man [Verse 2: Lil Dap] So much anger, built inside So don't stop to say hi – motherfucker, just die My shit holds a mouthful, so I guess you know what's up Why punks get killed at the end of the month Styles and styles, I flip, Lil' Dap remains sick Yes, the Group Home is thick, so all you punks hear this Every time you riff, the more fame that we get Motherfuckers act hard, thinkin' that they are God Niggas just don't understand, let me be my own man Did everything on my own, 'cause every place wasn't home Anywhere that I rest, had to dress with a vest I guess you get the routine, but with a lot of stress Frustration on my mind, brothers doing mad time Rhymes are organized like crime, as they're ripped in a line Brothers just don't know, how shit got to go 'Cause I was told, to never give my back to the street As I walk through the ghetto–dead souls, I greet See my man, give him pound, then I walk with a frown Another minute, another brother's gunned down Shit is getting too close, that's why the Group Home is thick So every time you riff, the more fame that we get My father always said, "Don't watch the one across the street – Watch the one right next, because he's easy to flex" Took heed to what he said, yeah, that deep ass nigga While brothers hang around, tryin' to get down Niggas just don't understand, I'm the motherfuckin' man [Bridge: Guru] And also on the set from Dirty Rotten Scoundrels We got my man Jeru the Damaja Yo, tell them why you're the man [Verse 3: Jeru the Damaja] I'll tap your jaw, you probably heard it before Step to the bedlamite, I'll prove my word is law Drug store worth more, dope rhyme vendor Not partial to beef, a chief ambassador Niggas get mad, 'cause they can't score Like a wild west flick, they wish to shoot up my door But I incite a riot, don't even try it Bust up chumps so crab kids keep quiet Like I said before I tap jaws, snatch whores Kill suckers in wars, vic a style you said was yours Money grip wanna flip, but you're fish House the mic like your hooker and did tricks on the bitch Dirty Rotten Scoundrel and my name is Jeru Utilizing my tools in '92 MC's step up in mobs to defeat us when We rock knots and got props like Norm Peterson Lots of friends, lots of fun, lots of beers Got the skills, greeno so I always get cheers Troop on like a trooper, no tears for fears I'ma get mines, 'cause the crew will get theirs Cut you up like Edward Scissorhands You know the program, I'm the motherfuckin' man