gang starr-flip the script

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
(Check this shit out)
Pick this shit up

Brave is the knave who steps up to be slayed
By the one who forgave him for his first mistakes
He 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 just a waster
Of my time and your time, so I'll kick the pure rhymes
Whenever you're lookin' for rap that's exceptional
Incredible, 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
Suckers 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
Takin' out scrubs 'cause they rub me the wrong way
And I'll say that they still got a long way
To go to show they can flow like a real pro
So give me that loot and catch the boot from my steel toe
I'm changin' the scenery and makin' 'em uncomfortable
Most MC's 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

(Like this y'all) This y'all
(This y'all) This y'all
Di-di-di-da-di-di-di-da this y'all
(Like this y'all) This y'all
(This y'all) This y'all
Di-di-di-da-di-di-di-da this y'all

You know I'll flip, yes, I'll flip the script
You know I'll flip, yes, I'll flip, check it out

Fool, listen, I know that you've been missin' all this and
So my rhyme's gonna gleam and glisten
Like a gem, and if you are the fake MC type
I'll shine so bright that I'll be blindin' 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
By rollin' your tongue but played out for a while
And you don't sound fly, so why are you doin' that?
You had a dope track but you're wack and you ruined that
I couldn't make out what you were sayin'
Your diction is jumbled, whereas me, I'm conveyin'
Clear thoughts to a crowd that's most critical
Bootied up 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 peepin' your card
And if rap was my house, you'd be sweepin' the yard
As I recline, I 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

(Like this y'all) This y'all
(This y'all) This y'all
Di-di-di-da-di-di-di-da this y'all
(Like this y'all) This y'all
(This y'all) This y'all
Di-di-di-da-di-di-di-da this y'all
(Like this y'all) This y'all
(This y'all) This y'all
Di-di-di-da-di-di-di-da this y'all
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