You Know My Steez (Feat. The Lady Of Rage And Kurupt) - Lady Of Rage, Gang Starr, Kurupt

That makes me know that what we’re doing

We had the right idea in the beginning

And and we just need to maintain our focus and elevate

We what we do we update our formulas

We have certain formulas but we update em (oh right)

With the times and everything y’know

So y’know the rhyme style is elevated

The style of beats is elevated but it’s still Guru and Premier

And it’s always a message involved

The real (The real)

Hip-hop (Hip-hop)

MCing (MCing), and

DJing (DJing), from your own mind (from your own mind,)

You know?

(you know?)

I, I guess right now we should start the show

Who’s the suspicious character

Strapped with the sounds profound

Similar to rounds spit by Derringers

You’re in the Terrordome, like my man Chuck D said

It’s time to dethrone you clones and all you knuckleheads

‘Cause MC’s have used up extended warranties

While real MC’s and DJ’s are a minority

But right about now, I use my authority

‘Cause I’m like the Wizard, and you look lost like Dorothy

The horror be when I return for my real people

Words that split wigs hitting like some double Desert Eagles

Sporting caps pulled low, and baggy slacks

Subtracting all the rappers who lack over Premier’s tracks

Severe facts have brought this rap game to near collapse

So as I have in the past, I whoop ass

Dropping lyrics that be hotter than sex and candlewax

And one-dimensional MC’s can’t handle that

While the world’s revolving, on its axis

I come with mad love and plus the illest warlike tactics

The wilderness is filled with this

So many people searching for false bliss

I’m here with the skills you’ve missed

The rejected stone is now the cornerstone

Sort of like the master builder when I make my way home

You know my steez

You know my steez

Let 'em know, do your thing, God

Keep it live (Keep it live, Keep it live)

To the beat y’all

The beat is sinister, Primo makes you relax

I’m like the minister, when I be lacing the wax

I be bringing salvation through the way that I rap

And you know, and I know, I’m nice like that

Work through worldly problems, I got the healing power

When the mic’s within my reach, I’m feeling more power

Stealing at least three minutes of every rap radio hour

It’s often easier for one to give advice

Than it is for a person to run one’s own life

That’s why I can’t be caught up in all the hype

I keep my soul tight and let these lines take flight

The apparatus gets blessed

And suckers get put to rest

No more of the unpure, I got the cure for this mess

The wackness is spreading like the plague

MC’s lucked up and got paid

But still can’t make the fucking grade

How many times are wannabe’s gonna lie?

Yo, they must wanna fry

They can’t touch the knowledge I personify

I travel through the darkness, carrying my torch

The illest soldier, when I’m holding down the fort

You know my steez

(You know my steez)

Let em know, do your thing, God

Keep it live (Keep it live)

You know my steez

Let em know, do your thing, God

Keep it live (Keep it live)

You know my steez

Let em know, do your thing, God

Keep it live (Keep it live)

You know my steez

Let em know, do your thing, God

Keep it live (Keep it live)

The mic

On the microphone, you know that I’m one of the best yet

Some punks ain’t paid all of their debts yet

Trying to be fly, riding high on the jet-set

With juvenile rhymes, making fake-ass death threats

Big deal, like En Vogue, here’s something you can feel

Styles more tangible, and image more real

For some time now, I’ve held the scrolls and manuscripts

When it’s time to go all out you be like, «Damn, he flipped!»

Now I’m sick, fed up with the bullshit

Got the lyrical full clip, giving you a verbal asswhip

Don’t trip, it’s the gifted prolific one

Known as Bald Head Slick why is the press all on my di-dick?

My style be wilder than a kamikaze pilot

Don’t try it, I’m about to start more than a frigging riot

Styles unsurpassable, and nuccas that’s suckas

Yo, them motherfuckers are harrassable

For I be speaking from my parables and carry you beyond

The mic’s either a magic wand

Or it gets tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb

Then I grab your palm, no pulse, you’re gone

And if you thought we’d lose our niche

In this rap shit, you way wrong

I stay up, I stay on, shine bright, like neon

Your song’s pathetic, synthetic, like Rayon

Fat beats, they play on, want dope rhymes, put me on

Word is bond

You know my steez