Gang Starr — Hardcore Composer

[Verse 1] Now I got you looking stiff you numbskull, you'd rather stand still Faking hard with your rhymes and got no hand skills So I'll easily drop you and stop you from rhyming Send you home to moms all bruised up and crying Then if you want you can go call your people You're gonna need a mob against me 'cause I'm lethal Not that I'm a violent brother, no, to the contrary My vocals carry, then I bury MC's in holes they dug for themselves Couldn't be themselves so they sold theirselves To a company exec who doesn't have respect For real rap music, so he wants to get An MC that starts out street to cross over But not me, 'cause I'm the hardcore composer [Verse 2] You ain't a writer nor a fighter, you're just a biter I think you need to save all that because in spite of The reputation that you think you have The crew already knows that you're really a crab So I'll grab the mic with haste and send you out of this place Back to trace my flow but don't waste your time, bro It only takes a minute or second for me to switch And rearrange real quick 'Cause I can kick plenty styles, rhymes stretch many miles I'm the authentic, yes, the lyric unloader The truth exposer, the hardcore composer [Verse 3] All you delirious, curious suckers You better act like you've been known I mack and hold my own with a mic Just to stagger a bragger, retire a liar And very easily I'm passin' by ya 'Cause you didn't want to give the credit where it was due Yeah it was you, uh-huh it was you And your crummy corny ass crew So we shall enforce that you lost And plus you oughta find another type of life And yes another source of income Here's some advice—you can't rap this nice I broke ya over and over I told ya I would mold ya, why? Because I'm bound to give original sound as your ears pound Bringing pleasure and pain and brains start to gain From musical measures forming stanzas, combining Providing answers to mystical questions, never typical inventions Developed by my Gifted Unlimited mind Suckers wanna talk but they mimic the rhyme 'Cause they're eager to find the secret behind The way that I stomp all comp' just like a Timberland It's the Guru and Premier, it's them again Droppin' fly tracks and taking things over And never selling out 'Cause I'm the hardcore composer