[Verse 1: Guru]

I said – people, people, come on and check it out now

You see the mic in my hand, now watch me wreck it now

What is a party if the crew ain't there?

(What's your name, kid?) Call me Guru, that's my man Premier

Now many attempts have been made to hold us back, 

Slander the name and withhold facts

But I'm the type of brother with much more game

I got a sure aim and if I find you're to blame, 

You can bet you'll be exterminated – taken out, done

It doesn't matter how many, they go as easy as just one

Bust one round in the air for this here

'Cause this year, suckers are going nowhere

'Cause my street style and intelligence level

Makes me much more than just an angry rebel

I'm Gifted Unlimited Rhymes Universal

MCs that ain't equipped get flipped in my circle

I'm aiming on, raining on those bitch ass chumps

'Cause their rhymes don't flow and their beats don't pump

And niggas better know I paid my dues and shit

I'm 'bout to blow the fuck up, 'cause I refuse to quit

I'm out to get the props that are rightfully mine

Yeah, me and the crew think it's about that time

But on the D.L., you know that Gang Starr will conquer

That's why you stare and point, and others cling on to

My Nautica, asking for a hook-up

Well, sorry, but my schedule is all booked up

Nobody put me on, I made it up the hard way

Look out for my people, but the suckers should parlay

'Cause it's business, kid, this ain't no free-for-all

You have to wait your turn, you must await your call

So, now – now it is my duty to

Eliminate and subtract all of the booty crews

And suckers should vacate, before I get irate

And I'll kick your can from here to Japan

With force you can't withstand, 'cause I'm the motherfucking man

[Bridge: Guru]

Yo, right now, I got my man Lil' Dap from the Group Home

Yo, step up to the mic and tell them why you're the man

[Verse 2: Lil Dap]

So much anger, built inside

So don't stop to say hi – motherfucker, just die

My shit holds a mouthful, so I guess you know what's up

Why punks get killed at the end of the month

Styles and styles, I flip, Lil' Dap remains sick

Yes, the Group Home is thick, so all you punks hear this

Every time you riff, the more fame that we get

Motherfuckers act hard, thinkin' that they are God

Niggas just don't understand, let me be my own man

Did everything on my own, 'cause every place wasn't home

Anywhere that I rest, had to dress with a vest

I guess you get the routine, but with a lot of stress

Frustration on my mind, brothers doing mad time

Rhymes are organized like crime, as they're ripped in a line

Brothers just don't know, how shit got to go

'Cause I was told, to never give my back to the street

As I walk through the ghetto–dead souls, I greet

See my man, give him pound, then I walk with a frown

Another minute, another brother's gunned down

Shit is getting too close, that's why the Group Home is thick

So every time you riff, the more fame that we get

My father always said, "Don't watch the one across the street –

Watch the one right next, because he's easy to flex"

Took heed to what he said, yeah, that deep ass nigga

While brothers hang around, tryin' to get down

Niggas just don't understand, I'm the motherfuckin' man

[Bridge: Guru]

And also on the set from Dirty Rotten Scoundrels

We got my man Jeru the Damaja

Yo, tell them why you're the man

[Verse 3: Jeru the Damaja]

I'll tap your jaw, you probably heard it before

Step to the bedlamite, I'll prove my word is law

Drug store worth more, dope rhyme vendor

Not partial to beef, a chief ambassador

Niggas get mad, 'cause they can't score

Like a wild west flick, they wish to shoot up my door

But I incite a riot, don't even try it

Bust up chumps so crab kids keep quiet

Like I said before I tap jaws, snatch whores

Kill suckers in wars, vic a style you said was yours

Money grip wanna flip, but you're fish

House the mic like your hooker and did tricks on the bitch

Dirty Rotten Scoundrel and my name is Jeru

Utilizing my tools in '92

MC's step up in mobs to defeat us when

We rock knots and got props like Norm Peterson

Lots of friends, lots of fun, lots of beers

Got the skills, greeno so I always get cheers

Troop on like a trooper, no tears for fears

I'ma get mines, 'cause the crew will get theirs

Cut you up like Edward Scissorhands

You know the program, I'm the motherfuckin' man