You Know My Steez Lyrics
| Song | You Know My Steez |
| Artist | Gang Starr |
| Album | Moment Of Truth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Keith Elam/Chris E. Martin | |
| That makes me know that, we we we we're doin | |
| We had the right idea in the beginning | |
| And and we just need to maintain our focus, and elevate | |
| We what we do we update our formulas | |
| We have certain formulas but we update em (oh right) | |
| With the times, and everything y'know | |
| And and so.. y'know | |
| The rhyme style is elevated | |
| The style of beats is elevated | |
| But it's still guru and premier | |
| And it's always a message involved | |
| "the real... hip-hop" | |
| "mcing, and djing.. from your own mind, ya know?" | |
| "i, i guess right now we should start the show" | |
| [guru] | |
| Who's the suspicious character strapped with the sounds profound | |
| Similar to rounds spit by derringers | |
| You're in the terrordome like my man chuck d said | |
| It's time to dethrone you clones, and all you knuckleheads | |
| Cause mc's have used up extended warranties | |
| While real mc's and dj's are a minority | |
| But right about now, i use my authority | |
| Cause i'm like the wizard and you look lost like dorothy | |
| The horror be when i return for my real people | |
| Words that split wigs hittin like some double desert eagles | |
| Sportin caps pulled low, and baggy slacks | |
| Subtractin all the rappers who lack, over premier's tracks | |
| Severe facts have brought this rap game to near collapse | |
| So as i have in the past, i whup ass | |
| Droppin lyrics that be hotter than sex and candlewax | |
| And one-dimensional mc's can't handle that | |
| While the world's revolvin, on it's axis | |
| I come with mad love and plus the illest warlike tactics | |
| The wilderness is filled with this; so many people | |
| Searching for false lift, i'm here with the skills you've missed | |
| The rejected stone is now the cornerstone | |
| Sort of like the master builder when i make my way home | |
| You know my steez... | |
| "you know my steez" --> method man | |
| "let em know, do your thing y'all" "keep it live" | |
| "to the beat y'all" --> flavor flav | |
| The beat is sinister, primo makes you relax | |
| I'm like the minister, when i be lacin the wax | |
| I be bringin salvation through the way that i rap | |
| And you know, and i know, i'm nice like that | |
| Work through worldly problems, i got the healing power | |
| When the mic's within my reach, i'm feelin more power | |
| Stealing at least three minutes of every rap radio hour | |
| It's often easier for one, to give advice | |
| Than it is for a person to run one's own life | |
| That's why i can't be caught up in all the hype | |
| I keep my soul tight and let these lines takes flight | |
| The apparatus gets blessed, and suckers get put to rest | |
| No more of the unpure i got the cure for this mess | |
| The wackness is spreadin like the plague | |
| Mc's lucked up and got paid but still can't make the ****in grade | |
| How many times are wannabe's gonna lie? | |
| Yo they must wanna fry, they can't touch the knowledge i personify | |
| I travel through the darkness carrying my torch | |
| The illest soldier, when i'm holding down the fort | |
| ("you know my steez" --> method man) | |
| You know my steez... | |
| "let em know, do your thing y'all" "keep it live" | |
| "you know my steez" --> method man | |
| *repeat 4x with very last line modified as follows* | |
| "the mic..." | |
| On the microphone you know that i'm one of the best yet | |
| Some punks, ain't paid all of their debts yet | |
| Tryin to be fly, ridin high on the jet-set | |
| With juvenile rhymes makin fake-ass death threats | |
| Big deal, like en vogue, here's something you can feel | |
| Styles more tangible, and image more real | |
| For some time now, i've held the scrolls and manuscripts | |
| When it's time to go all out you be like, "damn he flipped" | |
| Now i'm sick, fed up with the bullshit | |
| Got the lyrical full clip, giving you a verbal asswhip | |
| Don't trip it's the gifted prolific one | |
| Known as bald head slick -- why is the press all on my di-dick? | |
| My style be wilder, than a kamikaze pilot | |
| Don't try it, i'm about to start more than a friggin riot | |
| Styles unsurpassable, and nuccas that's suckas, yo | |
| Them mother****ers are harrassable | |
| For i be speaking from my parables and carry you beyond | |
| The mic's either a magic wand | |
| Or it gets tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb | |
| Then i grab your palm, no pulse you're gone | |
| And if you thought we'd lose our niche in this rap shit you way wrong | |
| I stay up, i stay on, shine bright, like neon | |
| Your song's, pathetic, synthetic, like rayon | |
| Fat beats, they play on, want dope rhymes, put me on | |
| Word is bond... you know my steez |
| zuo qu : Keith Elam Chris E. Martin | |
| That makes me know that, we we we we' re doin | |
| We had the right idea in the beginning | |
| And and we just need to maintain our focus, and elevate | |
| We what we do we update our formulas | |
| We have certain formulas but we update em oh right | |
| With the times, and everything y' know | |
| And and so.. y' know | |
| The rhyme style is elevated | |
| The style of beats is elevated | |
| But it' s still guru and premier | |
| And it' s always a message involved | |
| " the real... hiphop" | |
| " mcing, and djing.. from your own mind, ya know?" | |
| " i, i guess right now we should start the show" | |
| guru | |
| Who' s the suspicious character strapped with the sounds profound | |
| Similar to rounds spit by derringers | |
| You' re in the terrordome like my man chuck d said | |
| It' s time to dethrone you clones, and all you knuckleheads | |
| Cause mc' s have used up extended warranties | |
| While real mc' s and dj' s are a minority | |
| But right about now, i use my authority | |
| Cause i' m like the wizard and you look lost like dorothy | |
| The horror be when i return for my real people | |
| Words that split wigs hittin like some double desert eagles | |
| Sportin caps pulled low, and baggy slacks | |
| Subtractin all the rappers who lack, over premier' s tracks | |
| Severe facts have brought this rap game to near collapse | |
| So as i have in the past, i whup ass | |
| Droppin lyrics that be hotter than sex and candlewax | |
| And onedimensional mc' s can' t handle that | |
| While the world' s revolvin, on it' s axis | |
| I come with mad love and plus the illest warlike tactics | |
| The wilderness is filled with this so many people | |
| Searching for false lift, i' m here with the skills you' ve missed | |
| The rejected stone is now the cornerstone | |
| Sort of like the master builder when i make my way home | |
| You know my steez... | |
| " you know my steez" method man | |
| " let em know, do your thing y' all" " keep it live" | |
| " to the beat y' all" flavor flav | |
| The beat is sinister, primo makes you relax | |
| I' m like the minister, when i be lacin the wax | |
| I be bringin salvation through the way that i rap | |
| And you know, and i know, i' m nice like that | |
| Work through worldly problems, i got the healing power | |
| When the mic' s within my reach, i' m feelin more power | |
| Stealing at least three minutes of every rap radio hour | |
| It' s often easier for one, to give advice | |
| Than it is for a person to run one' s own life | |
| That' s why i can' t be caught up in all the hype | |
| I keep my soul tight and let these lines takes flight | |
| The apparatus gets blessed, and suckers get put to rest | |
| No more of the unpure i got the cure for this mess | |
| The wackness is spreadin like the plague | |
| Mc' s lucked up and got paid but still can' t make the in grade | |
| How many times are wannabe' s gonna lie? | |
| Yo they must wanna fry, they can' t touch the knowledge i personify | |
| I travel through the darkness carrying my torch | |
| The illest soldier, when i' m holding down the fort | |
| " you know my steez" method man | |
| You know my steez... | |
| " let em know, do your thing y' all" " keep it live" | |
| " you know my steez" method man | |
| repeat 4x with very last line modified as follows | |
| " the mic..." | |
| On the microphone you know that i' m one of the best yet | |
| Some punks, ain' t paid all of their debts yet | |
| Tryin to be fly, ridin high on the jetset | |
| With juvenile rhymes makin fakeass death threats | |
| Big deal, like en vogue, here' s something you can feel | |
| Styles more tangible, and image more real | |
| For some time now, i' ve held the scrolls and manuscripts | |
| When it' s time to go all out you be like, " damn he flipped" | |
| Now i' m sick, fed up with the bullshit | |
| Got the lyrical full clip, giving you a verbal asswhip | |
| Don' t trip it' s the gifted prolific one | |
| Known as bald head slick why is the press all on my didick? | |
| My style be wilder, than a kamikaze pilot | |
| Don' t try it, i' m about to start more than a friggin riot | |
| Styles unsurpassable, and nuccas that' s suckas, yo | |
| Them mother ers are harrassable | |
| For i be speaking from my parables and carry you beyond | |
| The mic' s either a magic wand | |
| Or it gets tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb | |
| Then i grab your palm, no pulse you' re gone | |
| And if you thought we' d lose our niche in this rap shit you way wrong | |
| I stay up, i stay on, shine bright, like neon | |
| Your song' s, pathetic, synthetic, like rayon | |
| Fat beats, they play on, want dope rhymes, put me on | |
| Word is bond... you know my steez |
| zuò qǔ : Keith Elam Chris E. Martin | |
| That makes me know that, we we we we' re doin | |
| We had the right idea in the beginning | |
| And and we just need to maintain our focus, and elevate | |
| We what we do we update our formulas | |
| We have certain formulas but we update em oh right | |
| With the times, and everything y' know | |
| And and so.. y' know | |
| The rhyme style is elevated | |
| The style of beats is elevated | |
| But it' s still guru and premier | |
| And it' s always a message involved | |
| " the real... hiphop" | |
| " mcing, and djing.. from your own mind, ya know?" | |
| " i, i guess right now we should start the show" | |
| guru | |
| Who' s the suspicious character strapped with the sounds profound | |
| Similar to rounds spit by derringers | |
| You' re in the terrordome like my man chuck d said | |
| It' s time to dethrone you clones, and all you knuckleheads | |
| Cause mc' s have used up extended warranties | |
| While real mc' s and dj' s are a minority | |
| But right about now, i use my authority | |
| Cause i' m like the wizard and you look lost like dorothy | |
| The horror be when i return for my real people | |
| Words that split wigs hittin like some double desert eagles | |
| Sportin caps pulled low, and baggy slacks | |
| Subtractin all the rappers who lack, over premier' s tracks | |
| Severe facts have brought this rap game to near collapse | |
| So as i have in the past, i whup ass | |
| Droppin lyrics that be hotter than sex and candlewax | |
| And onedimensional mc' s can' t handle that | |
| While the world' s revolvin, on it' s axis | |
| I come with mad love and plus the illest warlike tactics | |
| The wilderness is filled with this so many people | |
| Searching for false lift, i' m here with the skills you' ve missed | |
| The rejected stone is now the cornerstone | |
| Sort of like the master builder when i make my way home | |
| You know my steez... | |
| " you know my steez" method man | |
| " let em know, do your thing y' all" " keep it live" | |
| " to the beat y' all" flavor flav | |
| The beat is sinister, primo makes you relax | |
| I' m like the minister, when i be lacin the wax | |
| I be bringin salvation through the way that i rap | |
| And you know, and i know, i' m nice like that | |
| Work through worldly problems, i got the healing power | |
| When the mic' s within my reach, i' m feelin more power | |
| Stealing at least three minutes of every rap radio hour | |
| It' s often easier for one, to give advice | |
| Than it is for a person to run one' s own life | |
| That' s why i can' t be caught up in all the hype | |
| I keep my soul tight and let these lines takes flight | |
| The apparatus gets blessed, and suckers get put to rest | |
| No more of the unpure i got the cure for this mess | |
| The wackness is spreadin like the plague | |
| Mc' s lucked up and got paid but still can' t make the in grade | |
| How many times are wannabe' s gonna lie? | |
| Yo they must wanna fry, they can' t touch the knowledge i personify | |
| I travel through the darkness carrying my torch | |
| The illest soldier, when i' m holding down the fort | |
| " you know my steez" method man | |
| You know my steez... | |
| " let em know, do your thing y' all" " keep it live" | |
| " you know my steez" method man | |
| repeat 4x with very last line modified as follows | |
| " the mic..." | |
| On the microphone you know that i' m one of the best yet | |
| Some punks, ain' t paid all of their debts yet | |
| Tryin to be fly, ridin high on the jetset | |
| With juvenile rhymes makin fakeass death threats | |
| Big deal, like en vogue, here' s something you can feel | |
| Styles more tangible, and image more real | |
| For some time now, i' ve held the scrolls and manuscripts | |
| When it' s time to go all out you be like, " damn he flipped" | |
| Now i' m sick, fed up with the bullshit | |
| Got the lyrical full clip, giving you a verbal asswhip | |
| Don' t trip it' s the gifted prolific one | |
| Known as bald head slick why is the press all on my didick? | |
| My style be wilder, than a kamikaze pilot | |
| Don' t try it, i' m about to start more than a friggin riot | |
| Styles unsurpassable, and nuccas that' s suckas, yo | |
| Them mother ers are harrassable | |
| For i be speaking from my parables and carry you beyond | |
| The mic' s either a magic wand | |
| Or it gets tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb | |
| Then i grab your palm, no pulse you' re gone | |
| And if you thought we' d lose our niche in this rap shit you way wrong | |
| I stay up, i stay on, shine bright, like neon | |
| Your song' s, pathetic, synthetic, like rayon | |
| Fat beats, they play on, want dope rhymes, put me on | |
| Word is bond... you know my steez |
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