What Im Here 4

Tell the people what youre here for

Intro/chorus: guru

Its the message in the song that makes you rock on

Some people go to places where they dont belong

Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight

But Im here to bless this mic, aight?

Verse one: guru

I take action the minute that the crowd gets hype

Im type crashin, down like a meteorite

Im bogart-ing, mics and whole stages

Destroying mcs dreams, from words to whole pages

Their rapbooks, look more like scrapbooks

With their fictional fairytales and frail ass hooks

A lot of shit has happened, since I started rappin

Theres been enough beef, and enough gat clappin

Theres been mad signs, for this brother to heed

And while some choose greed, I choose to plant seeds

For your mental, spirit and physical temple

Bob your head to it, theres the water youve been lead to it

Bathe in it, a long time youve been cravin it

Prance to it, use your third eye and glance through it

Your state of being, becoming advanced through it

While others rhyme with no reason I be breezin

Their mics I seize them, then I try em for treason

I used to always like to hang out

Now I lounge in the rest writin bombs while tracks bang out

I know you peeped me in the club then

But now Im in your speaker, with the voice that youre lovin

Chorus

Verse two: guru

Peace to the young ladies, who wanna bone me much

And peace to my nigga premier, with the golden touch

I never fall off point, like deniro in casino

Peace to black gambinos and all my peoples

Dig the steelo -- Im fightin wars you know

As in the jihad, most humble, most merciful

Thats because I be god, I trog through fogs, puffing logs

Mcs muttering menial madness, they get mobbed

Scarred and barred, and then, banished from my fuckin kingdom

You got a fly one bring one, or else I come to fling some

Exquisite exotic exciting type shit

Enough to make the real heads wake up and get hype quick

Im type slick, known as the God universal

Kick rhymes without rehearsal, I cross the burnin sands

Now I stand here with virtue, of course I could hurt you

Simply with my point of view, and I knew

That many would come, thats why Ive chosen

To cut off pathways, and theres no runways or doorways open

For the jokers who aint focused

And all the fake mercenaries get buried by the tongue of terrifying fury

Nothings blurry, fuck it I got no worries

Hearts and minds, shine bright light with insight

Yeah sense my birthright to set up cyphers with power

Cause mad shit aint right, like punks in the spotlight

Who cant freestyle, sometimes I make my peeps smile

By sayin somethin crazy wild

Like some shit off my dome, that be soundin

Better than the next mans whole album...