Glowing Mic

INTRO SCRATCHES:

1. I destroy the mic for my glow.

2. You know it's backwards to go against God dog

3. I destroy the mic for my glow

4. You know it's backwards to go against god dog

5. That explains how we rock

CHORUS

Mr. Gang Starr

I make it do what it do

So true classic like the Fu Manchu

Now you cowards see I’m holding 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

Mr. Gang Starr a hip-hop phenom

The bomb these misfits just don’t belong

VERSE ONE

Off top I go for the head pop

You got your chest protected so you still get dropped

Bedrock just like Barney and Fred

Mr. Gang Starr comin' wit a army of heads

Your charm is now dead they tired of you

I ain’t even gonna ask what you were trying to do

I’ve fried a few domes just like I do catfish

Got’em doing backflips this ain’t gymnastics

It’s drastic proposed I got’em walking on tippy toes

Ballerina style you don’t wanna see the meanest child

Meanwhile Mr. Gang Starr relates not commercial

Yet still I’m one of the greats

Controversial like your favorite MC debates

I’m classic like a break coming 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

CHORUS

Mr. Gang Starr

I make it do what it do

So true classic like the Fu Manchu

Now you cowards see I’m holding 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

Mr. Gang Starr a hip-hop phenom

The bomb these misfits just don’t belong

VERSE TWO

Who’s a legendary character harder than before

Similar to nothing you ever saw

Historically consistent methodically persistent

Categorically gifted for sure

Never down for the count might fool you with the rope-a-dope

Work my combinations crack your shell spill your yolk

Witness my third evolution

Close your eyes if your afraid to see these herb's execution

Wannabe's I annihilate obliterate terminate

Treat’em like batter watch these short cakes bake

Mr. Gang Starr the one and only only one

**** 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 getting most scorched

Just like a charcoal briquette

So pay homage we ain’t even make it hard for you yet

Mr. Gang Starr

I make it do what it do

So true classic like the Fu Manchu

Now you cowards see I’m holding 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

Mr. Gang Starr a hip-hop phenom

The bomb these misfits just don’t belong

OUTRO SCRATCHES

1. That explains how we rock

2. That explains how we rock