Intro:

Intro: 
Guru Word is bond, these cats been on the mic fantasizing a LOT So called MC's, wannabe rappers and all that, whatever You get your knot rocked kid, yo Chorus: Guru 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 (repeat 2X)

 Verse One:
 Guru So just perhaps, you wanna challenge my style of rap Talkin bout you bust caps, we know that's just a pile of [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] next time Yeah, bring some real [bad word]  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 wouldn't step up, to keep my rep up I ain't them other kids, I don't need to play no catchup I got too much pride for this, I know some niggaz 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 you been knowin The G-U-R-U, of the Gang, I've been flowing 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 [bad word] 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 

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