Featuring guru 
* this was rhymed in 96  before you know my steez and so wassup 
From which several rhymes of this freestyle were taken 
[guru] 
Yeah  gurizzi up in the house  gang starr forever 
(gang starr) new york city. mm hmm 
Fuck the fame and the bright lights and all that 
(yeah them fuckin chicken head bitches) i'ma do this here 
I come off  like my sweatshirt when i'm workin out 
Mc's be workin out, no doubt 
You shouldn't come around cause i'll beat you down 
To the ground with this lyrical four-pound 
Yo, i'm right in your streets, like urban outreach 
Rhyme perfection, injectin like the doctor 
Rocked ya, and then shot ya, blao-blao! 
Whatever you've got, i got more 
You're insecure, motherfucker! 
And now your facin, yes, your ultimate challenger 
The avenger, your fate is on my calendar 
Notice this spirit i posess is more than holy 
I'm gifted unlimited... fuck the rest you niggaz know me 
My mic illuminates your whole spectrum 
Crush your dome section, punks i wreck em, mics i bless em 
I don't why, mc's would come and test the ini 
Master of self, my wealth, is just my state of mind 
I stack my loot, just for the rainy day 
And you can pull out your forty, for rappers i slay 
I bring the bounty back! 
And then i give my thanks, for just being black 
I got the knack, the rap format, to bust your corpuscles 
Piecin through your fuckin snorkel 
Even if its goosed-down, you get run out of town 
The apparatus gets blessed, suckers get put to rest 
No more of the impure i got the cure for this mess 
The wackness is spreadin like the plague 
Mc's they wanna get paid, but they can't make the fuckin grade 
How many times are wanna be's gonna try? 
Yo, they must wanna die cause they can't touch the knowledge i personify 
I travel through the darkness, carrying my torch 
The illest soldier, when i'm holdin down the fort 
For some time now, i held the scrolls and manuscripts 
When i start to go all out, you be like, "damn, he flipped" 
Now i'm sick, and fed up with bullshit 
I got that lyrical full clip, givin the verbal ass-whip 
So don't trip, its the gifted one, spliff-ted one 
Alias bald head slick, why is niggaz on my di-dick? 
Cause i be iller than a komakazie pilot, don't try it 
I'm about to start more than a fuckin riot 
Styles unsurpassable, and knuckers thats suckers 
Yo, the motherfuckers is harassable 
For i be speakin 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 
And i read your palm, no pulse your dead