Lyric Take A Rest
"Now what you hear is not a test" --> Sugarhill Gang
(cut up 4X by DJ Premier)
[Guru]
Well goodness gracious, let me just take this
time out to pull a rhyme out, and update this
For you and yours, simply because
Some MC s have luck but suck
So I pluck em like feathers on the back of a chicken
Cause I m mad like a pit when my man says, "sick em"
Positive is the mindstate, but it could still mean that
I will kick a ill, malicious like mean rap
Suckers they forced me, to knock em all out and
They think they know things, like what I m about and
They try to analyze criticize scandalize
The outcome is death, don t ask me to sympathize
Realize, that I m not to be played with
I ll flip so fast, you won t know I m the same kid
I m tired and fed, with all the weak stuff said
All the phony-baloney, that went out like Pro-Keds
You ve got no leads, so you shoot blanks
It s me the crowd thanks as I step to the top ranks
Bankin my money, and investin it wisely
Snatchin up chumps when they try to sneak by me
I m the dominant one, call me the prominant one
And as I m speakin I ll be bombin the dumb
deaf and blind cause I was born with a sharp mind
Eatin MC s with ease like it s lunchtime
or crunchtime, when they get done without warning
I ll bust that butt from nighttime til morning
Your song s boring, and so I m scoring
much points cause when it s time to throw joints
I cause havoc, the mic I grab is like savage
I invade the stage, and make you get off
The force is like a three-eight, blowin your head off
And that s just in case you might be wearin a vest
Cause you re simply a pest in this mess I suggest you
"Take a rest"
"If this meaning doesn t manifest, put it to rest" --> KRS-One
(DJ Premier cuts 2X)
[Guru]
Don t ever sleep son, peep one or two of these lines here
Arranged by a great brain, delivering rhymes clear
and concise with a nice dope voice and
killin the fakes like a taste of some poison
Punks are thinkin they re alla that, their voices are all flat
They re findin their names, in a Wack Rapper s Almanac
Me follow that hollow crap, no way Jose
I ll seek out a better sound, to somethin Premier plays
Days will go by, and soon you ll know why
MC s like me will rise like the Enterprise
Starship, headin straight for the target
Destination, a place where no perpetration
is permitted, the Guru is with it to explain
How some MC s are scared to ride on a Four train
Or any other train in the city, for that matter
Playin a role that they stole like a batter
But I know they ain t so I ll paint the real picture
My vocals go solo and like a bolo I ll hitcha
square in your face I ll crack your ribs and your chest
Cause you thought your off-brand jam was the best
You fessed cause you guessed people would be impressed
I m gonna bust that bubble on the double "take a rest"
(DJ Premier cuts "take a rest" for the chorus)
[Guru]
Sit back and reflect, ponder and chill out
Rhymes like daggers make blood spill out
But you can t blame me, for bringin disaster
With all these ducks, claimin that they re the masters
Only thing they mastered, is how to get wacker
As I roll uphill, they roll downhill faster
Now they re wondering how they lost their touch
Wanna buy my rhymes but mine cost too much
I m the innovative one, call me the creative one
and I won t stop til the job is done
All the slobs just run when I come to get some
Cause they know better, than to challenge this go-getter
They get bust you can trust cause I won t let a
booty-ass rapper get wins against me?
I guarantee that I won t act friendly
Cause crabs have a nerve and deserve to get whipped on
Their girls get kissed on, while they get flipped on
I slaughter and slay, or slap em up quick
(cut up 4X by DJ Premier)
[Guru]
Well goodness gracious, let me just take this
time out to pull a rhyme out, and update this
For you and yours, simply because
Some MC s have luck but suck
So I pluck em like feathers on the back of a chicken
Cause I m mad like a pit when my man says, "sick em"
Positive is the mindstate, but it could still mean that
I will kick a ill, malicious like mean rap
Suckers they forced me, to knock em all out and
They think they know things, like what I m about and
They try to analyze criticize scandalize
The outcome is death, don t ask me to sympathize
Realize, that I m not to be played with
I ll flip so fast, you won t know I m the same kid
I m tired and fed, with all the weak stuff said
All the phony-baloney, that went out like Pro-Keds
You ve got no leads, so you shoot blanks
It s me the crowd thanks as I step to the top ranks
Bankin my money, and investin it wisely
Snatchin up chumps when they try to sneak by me
I m the dominant one, call me the prominant one
And as I m speakin I ll be bombin the dumb
deaf and blind cause I was born with a sharp mind
Eatin MC s with ease like it s lunchtime
or crunchtime, when they get done without warning
I ll bust that butt from nighttime til morning
Your song s boring, and so I m scoring
much points cause when it s time to throw joints
I cause havoc, the mic I grab is like savage
I invade the stage, and make you get off
The force is like a three-eight, blowin your head off
And that s just in case you might be wearin a vest
Cause you re simply a pest in this mess I suggest you
"Take a rest"
"If this meaning doesn t manifest, put it to rest" --> KRS-One
(DJ Premier cuts 2X)
[Guru]
Don t ever sleep son, peep one or two of these lines here
Arranged by a great brain, delivering rhymes clear
and concise with a nice dope voice and
killin the fakes like a taste of some poison
Punks are thinkin they re alla that, their voices are all flat
They re findin their names, in a Wack Rapper s Almanac
Me follow that hollow crap, no way Jose
I ll seek out a better sound, to somethin Premier plays
Days will go by, and soon you ll know why
MC s like me will rise like the Enterprise
Starship, headin straight for the target
Destination, a place where no perpetration
is permitted, the Guru is with it to explain
How some MC s are scared to ride on a Four train
Or any other train in the city, for that matter
Playin a role that they stole like a batter
But I know they ain t so I ll paint the real picture
My vocals go solo and like a bolo I ll hitcha
square in your face I ll crack your ribs and your chest
Cause you thought your off-brand jam was the best
You fessed cause you guessed people would be impressed
I m gonna bust that bubble on the double "take a rest"
(DJ Premier cuts "take a rest" for the chorus)
[Guru]
Sit back and reflect, ponder and chill out
Rhymes like daggers make blood spill out
But you can t blame me, for bringin disaster
With all these ducks, claimin that they re the masters
Only thing they mastered, is how to get wacker
As I roll uphill, they roll downhill faster
Now they re wondering how they lost their touch
Wanna buy my rhymes but mine cost too much
I m the innovative one, call me the creative one
and I won t stop til the job is done
All the slobs just run when I come to get some
Cause they know better, than to challenge this go-getter
They get bust you can trust cause I won t let a
booty-ass rapper get wins against me?
I guarantee that I won t act friendly
Cause crabs have a nerve and deserve to get whipped on
Their girls get kissed on, while they get flipped on
I slaughter and slay, or slap em up quick
