B.Y.S. (Mixed)

[Intro]

Ayy, Craven

If it ain't me, I hit up Craven for my beat selection

This is crazy shit, Nicholas

It's crazy shit

[Verse: Gang Starr]

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

Mad chicks be jockin' when the G Starr's talkin'

And that's because my word is bond

I get much fan mail and I always respond

So tell your hun to write me too

Make sure she puts "attention Mr. Guru"

Brothers know the flow is unique

I got one hundred 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 scannin' 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 reppin' correct and on the Gang Star tip

MC's who front, I'm gonna bust your shit