Gang Starr — Now Youre Mine

[Verse 1: Guru] Yo Duke, you're dead wrong you'll never have the skills like mine I write the ill type rhymes, now I'm reaching my prime 360 dunk in your face You can't compete, you're just a basket case Let's separate the men from the boys And put your money where your mouth is, no time for toys Your game is weak you geek so don't sleep 'Cause I'll be checking ya, wrecking ya When I start to creep through the backdoor I know I caught you out here You got no clout here, and I doubt there Is any way that you can stop the beat down You ought to play the background, and sit back down Chumps like you, I gotta keep 'em in line So prepare to suffer boy, 'cause now you're mine *DJ Premier scratching* [Verse 2: Guru] I'll fake you left and go right, straight down the lane Here's one in your eye; you'll feel pain You strain to put together some strategy But you're raggedy And I'll be glad to see the frown on your grill when I drill and thrill Set up my offense, commence to kill I'll be leading from beginning to end And after I pound ya, you're gonna wanna make friends And make amends for the silly trash you were talking Take a walk and your shots I'm swatting with ease And the ladies are swooning Clocking my swiftness while you're drooling You ought to practice up and get your game refined I've been waiting to dog you, and now you're mine *DJ Premier scratching* [Verse 3: Guru] Hurry up sucker, go ahead and pick your squad Try to play hard, but I'ma rob You of your crazy notions to defeat me You're weak, see, I'll rough all comp And even be down to give you a rematch After I wax and tax that butt When I slam the alley-oop, you can rally troops But I'll play the awesome defense I'll pick your pocket, and send you to the bench With tears in your eyes as you realize the prize is for me Yes, all the money Son, my form is too nice, my handle's precise Take you right or go left 'Cause my game's so def, and now you're mine *DJ Premier scratching*