Next Time

Intro: guru

Word is bond, these cats been on the mic fantasizing a lot

So called mcs, wannabe rappers and all that, whatever

You get your knot rocked kid, yo

Chorus: guru

You thought you brought your best lines, but they couldnt touch mine

I rocked you in your knot hope you have better luck next time

(repeat 2x)

Verse one: guru

So just perhaps, you wanna challenge my style of rap

Talkin bout you bust caps, we know thats just a pile of crap

The underground is where I dwell at

Its where I find my heaven, and where you find your hell at

Youre in my clutches now, you get slit up and lit up

Just like some dutches now, see Im 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

Im swingin lyrics like broken glass palm to skull yall

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 writing your rhymes

Stop fantasizing, and bring some real shit next time

Yeah, bring some real shit, yo

Chorus

Verse two: guru

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 wouldnt step up, to keep my rep up

I aint them other kids, I dont need to play no catchup

I got too much pride for this, I know some niggaz

Thatll ride for this, with me its do or die for this

Street knowledge, intellect and spirituality

My survival package, as I deal with reality

Im 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 you been knowin

The g-u-r-u, of the gang, Ive been flowing

Just like the river niger all the way to the hudson

Had so many lyrics stashed, and I couldnt wait to bust some

Lately, Ive 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 its 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

Youve got no wins here, so better luck next time

Chorus (cut short in 2nd repeat at I rocked you in your knot...)

Yeah yeah

Better luck next time