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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gang Starr
Gang Starr
Performer
Guru
Guru
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Martin
Chris Martin
Composer
Monk Higgins
Monk Higgins
Composer
L. Brown
L. Brown
Composer
Keith Elam
Keith Elam
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Premier
DJ Premier
Producer
Guru
Guru
Producer

Lyrics

Word is bond, these cats been on the mic fantasizin' a lot
So called MC's, wannabe rappers and all that, whatever
You get your knot rocked kid, yo
You thought you brought your best lines, but they couldn't touch mine
I rocked you in your knot, hope you have better luck next time
You thought you brought your best lines, but they couldn't touch mine
I rocked you in your knot, hope you have better luck next time
So just perhaps, you wanna challenge my style of rap
Talkin' 'bout you bust caps, we know that's just a pile of crap
The underground is where I dwell at
It's where I find my heaven, and where you find your hell at
You're in my clutches now, you get slit up and lit up
Just like some Dutches now, see I'm hard to define
My mind travels far, from ghettoes to galaxies
Representin' GangStarr, the street life
The reason why my mic ignites, I bring more ruckus than a nightclub fight, or bar brawl
I'm swingin' lyrics like broken glass, palm to skull, y'all
Hold your head, 'cause all that weak shit is dead
See the times are changin', and me and my peeps is gettin' crazy fed
So remember when you writin' your rhymes
Stop fantasizin', and bring some real shit next time
Yeah, bring some real shit, yo
You thought you brought your best lines, but they couldn't touch mine
I rocked you in your knot, hope you have better luck next time
You thought you brought your best lines, but they couldn't touch mine
I rocked you in your knot, hope you have better luck next time
Yo, I do what I have to do to master you and capture you
Until you recognize what my rapture can do
You thought I wouldn't step up, to keep my rep up?
I ain't them other kids, I don't need to play no catch-up
I got too much pride for this, I know some **** that'll ride for this
With me, it's do or die for this
Street knowledge, intellect and spirituality
My survival package, as I deal with reality
I'm like Fishburne in Hoodlum, when I come to do 'em
Chew 'em up, spit 'em out, the most respected, no doubt
You seen me in action, so act like you been knowin
The G-U-R-U, of the Gang, I've been flowin'
Just like the river Niger, all the way to the Hudson
Had so many lyrics stashed, and I couldn't wait to bust some
Lately, I've watched this game evolve and elevate
So now I push my music like drug dealers push weight
Straight like that, straight out the gate
'Cause it's never too late to set this fuckin' record straight
But it is too late for you and your crew, son
You had the audacity to come against me, the gifted one?
And Primo with the tracks to inspire my next line
You've got no wins here, so better luck next time
You thought you brought your best lines, but they couldn't touch mine
I rocked you in your knot, hope you have better luck next time
You thought you brought your best lines, but they couldn't touch mine
I rocked you in your knot, yeah, yeah, yeah
Not this time, but next time
Better luck next time
Not this time, but next time
Not this time, but next time
Not this time, but next time
Not this time, but next time
Written by: Chris Martin, Keith Elam, L. Brown, Monk Higgins
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