Like Me

Yeah. Cult Staz. Komachi. My man Guru and Pharoahe Monch. Bring it on if you can hang. You know what not, then let me do my Thing. Yo, Komachi, Philly's my official strip. Half street scientific what I hit you with. The mind of the African initiate. I use my magic to murder any clique you Get. Don't need to click a clip. I'm in the jungle with Apollo stick. More powerful than any hollow tips. I'm out there like I blew up on the Apollo ship. I don't listen to Earth radio or Follow hits. I'ma die for this hip-hop poem I Fought. And Guru got the tempo and the bones Is pumped. So I can create a world where My poems is taught. And now I got them Caught like high heels in the cracks of the Boardwalk. Blood from their mug when I give them The sword talk. Keep my eyes open like a War hawk. They slugs melt, but I think they Need more salt. When my black candles burn in The middle of white floor talk. Motherfuckers know who's the best. Komachi. Call me Guru. Bring it on if you think you can hang. And if not, then let me do my thing. Uh, bring it on, but make sure intentions are Pure. 'Cause like the saying goes, all's fair in Love and war. Fuck they wanna try to dead A brother for? My bags are packed, I'm about To head out on another tour. While back home, all the shorties learn to pack Chrome. They catch you slipping, you could get hit To the back of your dome. The New York Blocks are still scorching. Word up, and it's the same down in Philly, And the same up in Boston. Down South and out West, some don't move without Vests. I feel a couple of rappers, but I Doubt the rest. 'Cause I can tell they don't Know what they in it for. They know their whole steez is weak, but won't Even admit it or don't wanna play the game By the rules. So again, the blind leads the Blind, the foolish led by the fools. And picture me not setting it straight. Uh, that's like a fat kid at a cookout Not getting a plate. So bring it on. Motherfuckers know who's the best. Komachi. Call me Guru. Gang Starr. Bring it on if you think you Can hang. And if not, then let me do My thing. Uh, ayo, I'm humble and calm, But I still rumble and bomb. Any fugazi lazy rapper I crumble in my palm. They play roles, and they could never rock me. I'm well protected, well connected, and I rock Komachi. About to take ours back from the culture Stealers. 'Cause we'll never see power unless we let Our culture heal us. The strongest people call us The soul survivors. So beware the burning sands and The molten lava. Yo, the God known to control Every cycle and season. This my holy land, commercial as disciples are Seething. But I hit them with this automatic rifle I'm breathing. And send their souls right back to The spiritual regions. My show give the listeners a Miracle evening. Mary's womb is the spot that my Voice was conceived in. Now understand me and what You should believe in. Don't care about my fist Long as this metal is squeezing. Motherfuckers know who's the best. Komachi. Call me Guru. Cult Staz. Bring it on if you think you Can hang. And if not, then let me do My thing. And if not, and not, And not, then let me do my thing. And if not, and if not, and if not, Then let me do my thing.