What I'm Here 4 - Gang Starr

[00:00.00] 作曲 : Chris Martin/Keith Elam
[00:00.90]Tell the people what you're here for.
[00:12.75]It's the message in the song that makes you rock on.
[00:15.51]Some people go to places where they don't belong.
[00:18.03]Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight,
[00:20.61]But I'm here to bless this mic, aight?
[00:23.16]I take action, the minute that the crowd gets hype.
[00:25.83]I'm type crashin', down like a meteorite.
[00:28.47]I'm Bogart-ing, mics and whole stages.
[00:31.05]Destroying MC's dreams, from words, to whole pages.
[00:34.02]Their rapbooks, look more like scrapbooks,
[00:36.42]With their fictional fairytales, and frail-ass hooks.
[00:39.06]A lot of shit has happened, since I started rappin'.
[00:41.70]There's been, enough beef, and enough gat clappin'.
[00:44.49]There's been mad signs, for this brother to heed.
[00:47.04]And while some choose greed, I choose to plant seeds,
[00:49.71]For your mental, spirit, and physical temple.
[00:52.35]Bob your head to it; there's the water, you've been lead to it.
[00:55.29]Bathe in it; a long time, you've been cravin' it.
[00:57.87]Prance to it; use your third eye and glance through it.
[01:00.69]Your state of being, becoming advanced through it.
[01:03.33]While others rhyme with no reason, I be breezin',
[01:05.70]Their mics I seize them, then I try 'em for treason.
[01:08.64]I used to always like to hang out,
[01:10.59]Now I lounge in the rest, writin' bombs, while tracks bang out.
[01:13.98]I know you peeped me in the club then.
[01:15.84]But now I'm in your speaker, with the voice that you're lovin'.
[01:18.78]Chorus
[01:21.66]Verse Two: Guru
[01:32.16]Peace to the young ladies, who want to bone me much.
[01:34.71]And peace to my nigga, Premier, with the golden touch.
[01:37.65]I never fall off point, like DeNiro in Casino.
[01:40.71]Peace to Black Gambinos, and all my peoples.
[01:42.75]Dig the steelo; I'm fightin wars, you know,
[01:44.94]As in the Jihad, most humble, most merciful.
[01:47.34]That's because I be God, I trog through fogs, puffing logs.
[01:50.76]MC's muttering menial madness, they get mobbed,
[01:53.13]Scarred and barred, and then, banished from my ****in' kingdom.
[01:56.10]You got a fly one, bring one, or else I come to fling some.
[01:58.74]Exquisite, exotic, exciting type shit.
[02:01.08]Enough to make the real heads wake up, and get hype quick.
[02:03.66]I'm type slick, known as the God Universal.
[02:06.24]Kick rhymes without rehearsal, I cross the burnin' sands.
[02:08.79]Now I stand here, with virtue, of course I could hurt you.
[02:11.61]Simply with my point of view, and I knew
[02:14.16]That many would come, that's why I've chosen
[02:16.71]To cut off pathways, and there's no runways or doorways open,
[02:19.92]For the jokers who ain't focused.
[02:21.51]And all the fake mercenaries get buried by the tongue of terrifying fury.
[02:25.17]Nothing's blurry, **** it, I got no worries.
[02:27.36]Hearts and minds, shine bright light, with insight.
[02:30.21]Yeah, sense my birthright, to set up ciphers with power.
[02:32.67]'Cause mad shit ain't right, like punks in the spotlight,
[02:35.31]Who can't freestyle; sometimes I make my peeps smile
[02:37.95]By sayin' somethin' crazy, wild.
[02:39.66]Like some shit off my dome, that be soundin'
[02:42.03]Better than the next man's whole album...