[Intro: Samples]

*Laughter*

Check this shit out

[Verse 1]

Brave is the knave who steps up to be slayed

By the one who forgave him for his first mistakes

He'd best behave, or I'ma send him a wave

Of some shocking volts, he doesn't know what he's talkin 'bout

He's kickin' a bunch of crap so I'll be the judge of that

The boy lacks artistry and still he tries hard to be

An entertainer, instead he's a waste of

My time and your time so I'll kick the pure rhymes

Whenever you're looking for rap that's exceptional

And credible, straight to the G's you better go

'Cause Gang Starr's known to be prone to be

Masters of streetwise poetry and turntable wizardry

And it'll be a cold day in Hell

When you hear that the Guru or Premier ever fell

Suckas get sales, but they fail in the long run

The kid who went gold, yo, that was the wrong one

The spotlight tonight is all on me

'Cause I'm the Guru, of the G-A-N-G

Taking out scrubs 'cause they rub me the wrong way

And I'll say, that they've still got a long way

To go, to show they can flow like a real pro

So gimme that loot and catch the boot from my steel toe

I'm changing the scenery and makin' 'em uncomfortable

Most MCs ain't really got no pull

Watch me stifle 'em quick with the gift and the wit

Make em quit all that riff as I flip the script

[Chorus]

Like this yall (This Yall)

This yall (This Yall)

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This yall

[Verse 2]

You know I flip, yes I flip the script

You know I flip, yes I flip, check it out

Fool listen, I know that you've been missing all this and

So my rhymes are gonna gleam, and glisten

Like a gem, and if you are the fake MC type

I'll shine so bright that I'll be blinding your eyesight

Your capabilities fall short

So I'ma treat you like a dwarf on a basketball court

Still you try to rap and even claim you got new styles

But rolling your tongue's been played out for a while

And you don't sound fly so why are you doing that?

You had a dope track but you're wack and you ruined that

I couldn't make out what you were saying

Your diction Is jumbled whereas me I'm conveying

Clear thoughts, to a crowd that's most critical

Booty duck rappers like you are just pitiful

I bet you couldn't name more than one pioneer

'Cause you didn't pay dues and you got on out of nowhere

But that's okay 'cause I'm peeping your card

And if rap was my house you'd be sweepin' the yard

As I recline I'll find more chores to give ya

Like moppin' the floors or maybe fetchin' my slippers

So don't even trip or run off with the lip

'Cause as soon as you slip you know I'll flip the script

[Chorus]

Like this yall (This Yall)

This yall (This Yall)

Du-du-du-du du-du-du-du

This yall

[Verse 3]

You know I flip, yes I flip the script

You know I flip, yes I flip the script

You know as I kick a bit, flip the script without a skip

Butter roll MCs can get dissed like this

You'll never get none, son, I'll become troublesome

You rap like a simpleton and I hate scum

I can easily deflect your threats 'cause they're idle

My recital will break you down just like a fight 'til the end

'Cause I can take ten at a time

Give 'em all a fair shot to see if any can rhyme

Even if one is decent, I'll still get props

I'll kick the slick lines until the last one drops

As my powerful skills are unveiled, I'm tippin' the scales

And weighing much more than your tall tales

Stop the exaggeration perpetration

Observe and make a simple notation

Nobody, nowhere, no way, or no how

Is taking me out 'cause I can throw so you know now

Can you feel it, I bust the real raps

So lay off, stay off while I steal that

So-called title that you gave yourself

But you really ain't jack so, yo, you played yourself

And now you look from a distance as you sweat my tip

You know I'll whip you swift when I flip the script

[Chorus]

Like this yall (This Yall)

This yall (This Yall)

Du-du-du-du du-du-du-du

This yall