[Verse 1: Guru] Aiiyo, I got one lyric pointed at your head for start Another one is pointed at your weak ass heart If I pull the trigger all these fully loaded rhymes You wish you would have pulled the glock nine I stop crime, drop dimes on fake gangsters and bitin ass niggaz Yeah them studio pranksters, lookin at the situation plainly Will you remain G or will you be looked upon strangely I reign as the articulator with the data Revolvin on task man yeah I'm doper than my last jam While others struggle to juggle, tricky metaphors I dig deep and torch both the true gore Are you sure that your image ain't fantasy What's all this bullshit you namin me I ain't Superman but I stand here with proof That you will meet your moment of truth
[DJ Premier cuts and scratches] "I'm not Superman, I don't claim to be but you be done by the seven if you fuck with me"
[Verse 2: Guru] Thug you caught out there with no clout here The atmosphere grows cold, the alcohol made you boom Lets take the way you live with confidence you lackin defence So now your knees are bend, you prayin for forgiveness You was kinda up in this materialistic, plastic masquerade Your thoughts will twist it, now your ass is played Way to the waters of a motion While I walk above loungin with my ghetto love You thought your games was smooth as lotion But the truth comes to light and push comes to shove Fans are lookin at you, wantin to smack you And stick up kids wantin to stick you and attack you The way you act dude, makes me cute I must refute All comments from you, coops, my sly loops and singing hooks With all the flavor, walk around with your suitable rudeboy behavior Come on, what you think this is? Yo this ain't T.V. or the movies And fuck all the showbiz put up the he(?) aligned divine save you You got no hand skillz there's no security to save ya No pager no celly no drop top Benzy I came to bring your fake hip hop to an ending I ain't Superman but I stand here with proof That you will meet your moment of truth
[DJ Premier cuts and scratches] "I'm not Superman, I don't claim to be but you be done by the seven if you fuck with me"
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[Verse 1: Guru] Aiiyo, I got one lyric pointed at your head for start Another one is pointed at your weak ass heart If I pull the trigger all these fully loaded rhymes You wish you would have pulled the glock nine I stop crime, drop dimes on fake gangsters and bitin ass niggaz Yeah them studio pranksters, lookin at the situation plainly Will you remain G or will you be looked upon strangely I reign as the articulator with the data Revolvin on task man yeah I'm doper than my last jam While others struggle to juggle, tricky metaphors I dig deep and torch both the true gore Are you sure that your image ain't fantasy What's all this bullshit you namin me I ain't Superman but I stand here with proof That you will meet your moment of truth
[DJ Premier cuts and scratches] "I'm not Superman, I don't claim to be but you be done by the seven if you fuck with me"
[Verse 2: Guru] Thug you caught out there with no clout here The atmosphere grows cold, the alcohol made you boom Lets take the way you live with confidence you lackin defence So now your knees are bend, you prayin for forgiveness You was kinda up in this materialistic, plastic masquerade Your thoughts will twist it, now your ass is played Way to the waters of a motion While I walk above loungin with my ghetto love You thought your games was smooth as lotion But the truth comes to light and push comes to shove Fans are lookin at you, wantin to smack you And stick up kids wantin to stick you and attack you The way you act dude, makes me cute I must refute All comments from you, coops, my sly loops and singing hooks With all the flavor, walk around with your suitable rudeboy behavior Come on, what you think this is? Yo this ain't T.V. or the movies And fuck all the showbiz put up the he(?) aligned divine save you You got no hand skillz there's no security to save ya No pager no celly no drop top Benzy I came to bring your fake hip hop to an ending I ain't Superman but I stand here with proof That you will meet your moment of truth
[DJ Premier cuts and scratches] "I'm not Superman, I don't claim to be but you be done by the seven if you fuck with me"
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