[guru]   First and foremost, some rappers are sweet like fructose   When I cock back these lyrics, y'all punks best be ghost   I be the seven twenty-one, eighteen twenty-one   The illest one, I'm almost doper than anyone   Straight out the late nights of bed-stuy   Steppin up, y'all put your weapons up, I make heads fly   You're artificial like saccarhin   You're crazy fake, it's more than skills you be lackin in   Concepts you bite, cause your identity ain't tight   Tryin to be somethin you're not, like pullin a knife at a gunfight   I'm troopin on night air like flight number 106   And gettin all up in your fuckin mix   You get me upset, and I got you uptight   Cause my committee's in your city tonight, aight?    We got seventeen million of us plus, two million indians   That makes 19 mil, lightin shit up like wild bill   I be the, supreme father plus the ill kid with drama   My karma, creates the teflon to pierce your body armor   And make sure you check the shit before you walk to me, or talk to me   Steppin to me improperly, you just may catch the weaponry   My specialty is tearin tracks out the frame   You know my fuckin name, I rule all game   I'm universal on all planes, what's your claim?       [guru]   Yo, I be your highness, in slickness, you chumps bear witness   Tremendous tropper, verbal nigga witht he fitness   Drop you for your spot with the blazer then I blast ya   Slice precise like ? fenny hanas? when I come to bring the dramas   Styles so swift, that you can't peep the god   As your lyrics get buried, six feet deep in my backyard   I laugh hard, while your mental I run through mazes   Dark stages of terror to shatter your dressing room mirror   Your whole error gets crushed, your whole show gets bumrushed   Too many dumb punks, want to enter this rap scene   Kickin willie bobo, but need to be slapped clean   Into oblivion, the true champion always rises   I bring surprises to the chief plus their advisers   Size me up, and you will find nothing's larger   Catch more wreck on your dome, than a deranged fuckin barber   So what you made some dough, you best keep on scramblin   All your vanity, is instantly crushed, when I start handlin   Demandin that you pay, for your weak rhyme display   Coast to coast, I break the fakes everyday      [krumb snatcha]   I see myself as the black rap messiah   Colossal spreadin my gospel through electrical wires   Spit fire through speech, so I can reach each and every   Tom dick and jerry slippin like petroleum jelly   Too busy in the limelight, can't rhyme tight   I got divine right to bring y'all to light   Somethin ain't right, to be an mc, you gotta thug   Or to thug you gotta be an mc, this shit is bugged   Show love but few; deal with crew and crew only   And think universal like sony   Phony pounds and fake hugs is usually avoided   Give a fuck like pizza hut I got to stay noyd-ed   Cause that same nigga you trust, could be that same cat   Behind that gat that bust, quiet ya, with the silencer   Keep it hush, ashes to dust, then dust to ashes   Nowadays it's who pull out the fastest, imagine this   Rap shit without this gat shit, or the phony cat   In black talkin bout how much his mac spit   But this year, gangstarr got changes bein made   No wack shit bein played no fake macks gettin paid   No versace mc's, with a mouth full of mo'   Soundin like a hoe spittin that old-fashioned show flow   I bombshell that pastel chanel rap through a maxwell   Ever since young krumb, was taught to rap well   Goin deep, process of thought, when my eyes closes   Awaken with interpretive robe and sandals like moses   Travellin high sands and eastern lands for the answers   Ignorance is spreadin through the streets like it was cancer   Too many drinkin not thinkin, when behind that trigger   A 38 escalate the murder rate, for us niggaz   It's like, microphone roulette cause nowadays mc's is gettin wet   Over someone else's fake gangsta rep