What I'm Here 4 (Explicit) - Gang Starr

Written by：Keith Elam

Tell the people what you're here for

It's the message in the song that makes you rock on

Some people go to places where they don't belong

Whether wrong or right a lot of people fight

But I'm here to bless this mic aight

I take action the minute that the crowd gets hype

I'm type crashing down like a meteorite

I'm bogarting mics and whole stages

Destroying mc's dreams from words to whole pages

Their rapbooks look more like scrapbooks

With their fictional fairytales and frail a** hooks

A lot of sh*t has happened since I started rapping

There's been enough beef and enough gat clapping

There's been mad signs for this brother to heed

And while some choose greed I choose to plant seeds

For your mental spirit and physical temple

Bob your head to it there's the water you've been lead to it

Bathe in it a long time you've been craving it

Prance to it use your third eye and glance through it

Your state of being becoming advanced through it

While others rhyme with no reason I be breezing

Their mics I seize them then I try em for treason

I used to always like to hang out

Now I lounge in the rest writing bombs while tracks bang out

I know you peeped me in the club then

But now I'm in your speaker with the voice that you're loving

It's the message in the song that makes you rock on

Some people go to places where they don't belong

Whether wrong or right a lot of people fight

But I'm here to bless this mic aight

Peace to the young ladies who wanna bone me much

And peace to my ni**a Premier with the golden touch

I never fall off point like Deniro in Casino

Peace to Black Gambinos and all my peoples

Dig the steelo

I'm fighting wars you know

As in the jihad most humble most merciful

That's because I be God I trog through fogs puffing logs

Mc's muttering menial madness they get marred

Scarred and barred and then banished from my f**king kingdom

You got a fly one bring one or else I come to fling some

Exquisite exotic exciting type sh*t

Enough to make the real heads wake up and get hype quick

I'm type slick known as the god Universal

Kick rhymes without rehearsal I cross the burning sands

Now I stand here with virtue of course I could hurt you

Simply with my point of view and I knew

That many would come that's why I've chosen

To cut off pathways and there's no runways or doorways open

For the jokers who ain't focused

And all the fake mercenaries get buried by the tongue of terrifying fury

Nothing's blurry f**k it I got no worries

Hearts and minds shine bright light with insight

Yeah since my birthright to set up cyphers with power

Cause mad sh*t ain't right like punks in the spotlight

Who can't freestyle sometimes I make my peeps smile

By saying something crazy wild

Like some sh*t off my dome that be sounding

Better than the next man's whole album