I'm the Man (feat. Lil' Dap & Jeru the Damaja)

I say people, people, come on and check it out now

You see the mic in my hand, now watch me wreck it now

What is a party if the crew ain't there?

Call me Guru, that's my man Premier

Now many attempts have been made to hold us back

Slander the name and withold facts

But I'm the type of brother with much more game

I got a sure aim and if I find you're to blame

You can bet you'll be exterminated, taken out, done

It doesn't matter how many, they'll go as easy as just one

Bust one round in the air for this here

'Cause this year suckers are going nowhere

'Cause my street style and intelligence level

Makes me much more than just an angry rebel

I'm gifted, unlimited rhymes, universal

MC's that ain't equipped get flipped in my circle

I'm aiming on raining on that bitch as chumps

'Cause their rhymes don't flow and their beats don't pump

And **** better know, I paid my dues and shit

I'm 'bout to blow the fuck up 'cause I refuse to quit

I'm out to get the props that are rightfully mine

Yeah, me and the crew think it's about that time

But on the DL you know that Gang Starr will conquer

That's why you stare and point and others cling on to

My Nautica, asking for a hookup

Well, sorry, but my schedule is all booked up

Nobody put me on, I made it up the hard way

Look out for my people but the suckers should parlay

'Cause it's business kid, this ain't no free for all

You have to wait your turn, you must await your call

So now, now it is my duty to

Eliminate and subtract all of the booty crews

And suckers should vacate before I get irate

And I'll kick your can from here to Japan

With force you can't withstand

'Cause I'm the motherfuckin' man

So much anger built inside, so don't stop to say hi

Motherfuckers just die

My shit holds a mouthful so I guess you know what's up

Why punks get killed at the end of the month

Styles and styles, I flip, Lil' Dap remains sick

Yes, the group home is thick so all you punks hear this

Every time you riff, the more fame that we get

Motherfuckers act hard, thinking that they are God

**** just don't understand, let me be my own man

Did everything on my own and every place wasn't home

Anywhere that I'd rest I had to dress with a vest

I guess you get the routine but with a lot of stress

Frustration on my mind, brothers doing mad time

Rhymes are organized like crime as we're rippin' the lines

Brothers just don't know how shit got to go

'Cause I was told to never give my back to the street

As I walk through the ghetto, dead souls I greet

See my man give him pound then I walk with a frown

Another minute another brother's gunned down

Shit is getting too close that's why the group home is thick

So every time you riff the more fame that we get

My father always said don't watch the one across the street

Watch the one right next because he's easy to flex

Took heed to what he said, yeah, that deep ass ****

While brothers hang around, tryin' to get down

**** just don't understand, I'm the motherfucking man

I'll tap your jaw, you probably heard it before

Step to the bedlamite I'll prove my word is law

Drugstore worth more dope rhyme big door

Not partial to beef, the chief ambassador

**** get mad 'cause they can't score

Like a wild west flick, they wish to shoot up my door

But I incite a riot, don't even try it

Bust up chumps so crab kids keep quiet

Like I said before, I tap jaws, snatch whores

Kill suckers in wars, Vic a style you said was yours

Money grip want to flip but you're fish

House the mic like your hooker and did tricks on the bitch

Dirty Rotten Scoundrel and my name is Jeru

Utilizing my tools in '92

MC's step up in mobs to defeat us

When we rock knots and got props like Norm Peterson

Lots of friends, lots of fun, lots of beers

Got the skills, kreeno so I always  get cheers

Troop on like a trooper, no tears for fears

I'ma get mines 'cause the crew'll get theirs

Cut you up like Edward Scissorhands

You know the program I'm the motherfuckin' man