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Glowing Mic
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Gang Starr
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Just trade the mic' for my glow You know, you-you know You know it's backwards to go against God, dawg Just trade the mic' for my glow You-you-you know it's backwards to go against God, dawg That explains how we rock Mister Gang Starr, I make it do what it do So true, classic like the fu man chu Now, you cowards see I'm holdin' 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 Mister 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 protector so you still get dropped Bedrock, just like Bonnie and Fred Mister Gang Starr, comin' with a arm at your heads The charm is now dеad, they tired of you Not evеn gonna ask what you were tryna do I'm fryin' a few domes, just like I do catfish Got 'em doin' backflips, this ain't gymnastics This drastic for foes, I got 'em walkin' on tippy toes Ballerina style, you don't wanna see the Nina's child Meanwhile, mister Gang Starr relates, not commercial Yet still, I'm one of the greats Controversial like your favorite emcee debates I'm classic like a brick comin' 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 Mister Gang Starr, I make it do what it do So true, classic like the fu man chu Now, you cowards see I'm holdin' 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 Mister Gang Starr, a hip-hop phenom The bomb, these misfits just don't belong Who's a legendary character? Harder than the floor Similar to nothin' you ever saw Historically consistent, methodically persistent Categorically gifted for sure Never down for the count, might fool you with the Ruger, though Work by combinations, crackin' shells, splittin' yo Witness my third evolution Close your eyes if you're afraid to see these herds' execution One of these, I annihilate, obliterate, terminate Treat 'em like that, I watch them short cakes bake Mister Gang Starr, the one and only, only one Niggas are gassed, soon, they'll be the lonely ones You know me son, I bring the fire like a blowtorch So don't step too close or you'll end up gettin' most scorched Just like a charcoal briquet So if it ain't homage we ain't even make it hard for you yet Mister Gang Starr, I make it do what it do So true, classic like the fu man chu Now, you cowards see I'm holdin' 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 Mister Gang Starr, a hip-hop phenom The bomb, these misfits just don't belong That-that, that-that That-that-that-that explains how we rock That, that, that-that That-that-that explains how we rock
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