Gang Starr — Flip the Script

[Intro: Samples] *Laughter* Check this shit out [Verse 1] Brave is the knave who steps up to be slayed By the one who forgave him for his first mistakes He'd 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 a waste of My time and your time so I'll kick the pure rhymes Whenever you're looking for rap that's exceptional And credible, 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 Suckas 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 Taking out scrubs 'cause they rub me the wrong way And I'll say, that they've still got a long way To go, to show they can flow like a real pro So gimme that loot and catch the boot from my steel toe I'm changing 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 [Hook] Like this yall (This Yall) This yall (This Yall) Du-du-du-du du-du-du-du This yall [Verse 2] You know I flip, yes I flip the script You know I flip, yes I flip, check it out Fool listen, I know that you've been missing all this and So my rhymes are gonna gleam, and glisten Like a gem, and if you are the fake MC type I'll shine so bright that I'll be blinding 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 But rolling your tongue's been played out for a while And you don't sound fly so why are you doing that? You had a dope track but you're wack and you ruined that I couldn't make out what you were saying Your diction Is jumbled whereas me I'm conveying Clear thoughts, to a crowd that's most critical Booty duck 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 outta nowhere But that's OK cause I'm peeping your card And if rap was my house you'd be sweepin the yard As I recline I'll 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 [Hook] [Verse 3] You know I flip, yes I flip the script You know I flip, yes I flip the script You know as I kick a bit flip the script without a skip Butter roll MC's can get dissed like this You'll never got none son I'll become troublesome You rap like a simpleton and I hate scum I can easily deflect your threats 'cause they're idle My recital will break you down just like a fight til The end cause I can take ten at a time Give em all a fair shot to see if any can rhyme Even if one is decent, I'll still get props I'll kick the slick lines until the last one drops As my powerful skills are unveiled, I'm tippin the scales And weighing much more than your tall tales Stop the exaggeration perpetration observe And make a simple notation Nobody, nowhere, no way, or no how Is taking me out 'cause I can throw so you know now Can you feel it, I bust the real raps So lay off, stay off while I steal that So-called title that you gave yourself But you really ain't jack so yo you played yourself And now you look from a distance as you sweat my tip You know I'll whip you swift when I flip the script