[DJ Premier Scratching]

"My Microphone"

"It's skills"

"The funky beat"

"It's skills"

[Hook: Guru]

(Skills) Top rank, point blank, we vital

Spit flows, rip shows, peep the recital

(Skills) Now you feel it when we drop those

Hot beats, stop foes, killing shit, we got those

(Skills) It's the music that the street loves

Each thug is now reppin' this with deep love

(Skills) Gang Starr dueling again

Ruling again, watch as we do it again

[Verse 1: Guru]

It's the true and living with a youthful vengeance

And I'ma Judge Mathis your ass; give you a crucial sentence

You need at least twelve jewels to practice

You're too enthusiastic, male groupie bastard

Still trying to convince us some more

Pretending you're raw, that's what you'll need a minister for

Again it's the law, we got you up against the wall

We the gulliest, fuck it then, it's us against y'all

Mic skills, type grills, like I'm Michael Jill

Like when he rifle the pill is how I stifle the ill

Slide off, kid, and let a grown man finesse it

We bold and impressive, that old I manifest shit

Some new product from a known team

Niggas know me, and you can bet they know Preem

So here we go for your stereo

And you could tell that it's real when you hear me go…

Hear me go

[Hook: Guru]

(Skills) Top rank, point blank, we vital

Spit flows, rip shows, peep the recital

(Skills) Now you feel it when we drop those

Hot beats, stop foes, killing shit, we got those

(Skills) It's the music that the street loves

Each thug is now reppin' this with deep love

(Skills) Gang Starr dueling again

Ruling again, watch as we do it again

[Verse 2: Guru]

You little suckers know better, I go head up

If your man left the joint in the whip then tell him go get it

We hold it down like a holy crown

Fools acting like they know me, throw me phoney pounds

Fuck that, I'm sitting back like an aristocrat

Shell shocked chief assassin with a whole fucking list of cats

Thought you was on the case, but you missed the fact

Your bitch talking this and that, I'ma make it simple, jack

I doubled up and tripled that, soldiers, where your pistols at?

Life wrong move lose the gift of that

Why they calling us the most consistent, most significant?

("Once again") some old slick shit

Fulfil your need and catch a joyful rush

Enjoy your dutch, haters annoyed with us

Homeboy, it's us, you know, the face from the club

Blazing a dub, with my niggas raising it up, for these...

[Hook: Guru]

(Skills) Top rank, point blank, we vital

Spit flows, rip shows, peep the recital

(Skills) Now you feel it when we drop those

Hot beats, stop foes, killing shit, we got those

(Skills) It's the music that the street loves

Each thug is now reppin' this with deep love

(Skills) Gang Starr dueling again

Ruling again, watch as we do it again

[Verse 3: Guru]

Brothers are amused by other brothers' reps

Some niggas pull TECs, catch others for checks

All for respect, all for the bread

For the chance of success they might hand him his head

Remain humble cause I know enough

Plus the road is tough, especially when you roll with us

But I'ma stay with my peeps, stay in these streets

Rhyme spraying and I'm playing for keeps, cause I got those...

[Hook: Guru]

(Skills) Top rank, point blank, we vital

Spit flows, rip shows, peep the recital

(Skills) Now you feel it when we drop those

Hot beats, stop foes, killing shit, we got those

(Skills) It's the music that the street loves

Each thug is now reppin' this with deep love

(Skills) Gang Starr dueling again

Ruling again, watch as we do it again

(Skills)