You Know My Steez Chords by Gang Starr

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Hip Hop MCing and DJing from your own mind, you know?
[Abm] I guess right now we can start the show.
Who's this suspicious character strapped with the sound profound?
Similar to rounds spit by Dairngers.
You're in the terror dome like my man Chuck D said.
It's time to dethrone your bones and all your knuckleheads.
Cause MCs have used up extended warranties.
While real MCs and DJs are our 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 [E] for my real people.
Words are split wigs hitting like [B] some double desert eagles.
[Abm] Sporting caps, polo and baggy slacks.
Attracting all the rappers who lack Oprah Premiers tracks.
Severe facts have [B] brought this rap game to near collapse.
[E] So as I have [Abm] in the past I will drop the lyrics that be harder than candle wax.
And one dimensional MCs can't handle that.
While the world's revolving on its axis.
I come with mad loving plus the illest warlock tactics.
The wilderness is filled with this.
So many people searching for false flip.
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 dame.
So let em know.
Do your thing dawg.
Live. _
Do 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.
Working 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 unfeel.
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 [D] f***ing grade.
[G] How many times I wanna be is [Bb] gonna lie.
[Abm] 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 the force.
You know my Desi.
Just let him know.
Do you thang.
Cause the people love.
You know my said.
Let them know.
Do you thang.
Cause the people love.
You know my said.
Let them know.
Do you thang.
Cause the people love.
You know my said.
Let them know.
Do you thang.
Cause the people love. _ _
_ Hold the microphone.
You know that I'm one of the best.
Yet, [B] some punks.
Ain't paid all of the debts yet
[Abm] Tryna be fly, riding high on a [B] jet set
[E] With juvenile rhymes, making fake [Abm] death threats
Big deal, like En Vogue, here's something you can feel
Style's more tangible, an image more real
For some time now, I held the scrolls and manuscripts
When it's time to go out, you be like, damn, he flipped
Now I'm sick, fed up [B] with the bull****
Got the [E] lyrical full clip, [Dbm] giving you a verbal ****rip
[Abm] Don't trip, it's the gifted prolific one
Known as ballhead slick, why is the press all on my ****?
My style be wilder than a [Bb] kamikaze pilot
[Abm] Don't try it, I'm about to stop more than a friggin' riot
Style's surpassable, and knuckers that suckers
Yo, the mother****** are harassable
So 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 [E] bomb
Then I grab your palm, no [Abm] pulse, you're gone
And if you thought we lose our niche in this rap
You way [E] wrong, I stay [Abm] up, I stay on
Shine bright like neon, your song's pathetic
Synthetic like rayon, fat beats they play on
One dope rhyme, put me on, word is bomb
You know my schemes _ _ _ _