I destroy the mic for my glow.
You know it’s backwards to go against God dog
(Remix)
I destroy the mic for my glow
You know it’s backwards to go against God dog
I destroy the mic for my glow
You know it’s backwards to go against god dog
That explains how we rock
Mr. Gang Starr I make it do what it do
So true classic like the Fu Manchu
Now you cowards see I’m holding the title
Married to the game son you know that I’m vital
Your shit’s weak you ain’t true to this
I’m the embodiment of real I paid my dues in this
Mr. Gang Starr a hip-hop phenom
The bomb these misfits just don’t belong
Off top I go for the head pop
You got your chest protected so you still get dropped
Bedrock just like Barney and Fred
Mr. Gang Starr comin’ wit a army of heads
Your charm is now dead they tired of you
I ain’t even gonna ask what you were trying to do
I’ve fried a few domes just like I do catfish
Got’em doing backflips this ain’t gymnastics
It’s drastic proposed I got’em walking on tippy toes
Ballerina style you don’t wanna see the meanest child
Meanwhile Mr. Gang Starr relates not commercial
Yet still I’m one of the greats
Controversial like your favorite MC debates
I’m classic like a break coming straight out the crate
Fresh out the gate again time to fill my plate again
It’s Mister Gang to the Starr I’m the latest trend
Mr. Gang Starr I make it do what it do
So true classic like the Fu Manchu
Now you cowards see I’m holding the title
Married to the game son you know that I’m vital
Your shit’s weak you ain’t true to this
I’m the embodiment of real
I paid my dues in this Mr. Gang Starr a hip-hop phenom
The bomb these misfits just don’t belong
Big Shug the Gang of the Starr
Guru shotgun I’m the driver of the car
Lame obliterator, wack rhyme terminator
Gang Starr’s intimidator, rough rhyme generator
Always protect our street legacy
Never made excuses for the gangster in me
Keep ’em laughin’ til their stomach would hurt
On the other hand stomp ’em til their dead in the dirt
Soldier, the crew know my worth
If the loyalty is real then I’m giving my shirt
Living the dream from the Dot to Mattapan
With stops in Brook-lan and tours to Japan
Hip Hop from the boss and the beast
DJ Premier hit ’em with the beat
From the chain and the star
To the block and the bars
Once again, Mr. Gang Starr
Mr. Gang Starr
I make it do what it do
So true classic like the Fu Manchu
Now you cowards see I’m holding the title
Married to the game son you know that I’m vital
Your shit’s weak you ain’t true to this
I’m the embodiment of real I paid my dues in this
Mr. Gang Starr a hip-hop phenom
The bomb these misfits just don’t belong
That explains how we rock
That explains how we rock
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