Daily Operation

I never thought that you would crab me
Undermine me, and backstab me
But i can see clearly now the rain is gone
The pain is gone but what you did was still wrong
There was a few times i needed your support
But you tried to play me like an indoor sport
Like racquetball, tennis, fool, whatever
All i know is you attempted to be clever
Nevertheless, cleverness can't impress
Cause now you've been expose like a person undressed
Cause i see through you, i'm the guru
Now what you gonna do when i step to you
And when i pay you back i'll be hurting you
This ain't no threat so take it personal

Rap is an art you can't own no loops
It's how you hook em up and the rhyme style troop
So don't even think you could say someone bit
Off your weak beat come on you need to quit
I flip lines and kick rhymes that never sound like yours
There oughtta be laws against you yapping your jaws
Originality overflows from in me
And the truth is, that you wish you could live the
Life i live and kick the lyrics i kick
But bear in mind that you can't think as quick
So premier drops a beat, for me to say verses to
And if i sound doper then take it personal

Don't be mad cause i don't come around the way
Like i used to, i don't have time these days
I'm keeping busy making power moves
Don't try to say i don't remember you
You shouldn't let your jealousy show like that
I stopped coming by, cause of the way you act
Telling my business to kids i don't even know
You're like a daytime talk show, and that's low
So you can tell everyone, that i'm jerking you
And if you don't like it, take it personal

Verse one: guru

I say people people come on and check it out now
You see the mic in my hand now watch me wreck it now
What is a party if the crew ain't there?
[what's your name?] call me guru that's my man premier
Now many attempts have been made to hold us back?
Slander the name and with-hold facts
But i'm the type of brother with much more game
I got a sure aim and if i find you're to blame
You can bet you'll be exterminated, taken out, done
It doesn't matter how many they'll go as easy as just one
Bust one round in the air for this here
Cuz this year suckers are going no where
Cuz my strret style and intelligence level
Makes me much more than just an angry rebel
I'm gifted unlimited rhymes universal
Mc's that ain't equipped get flipped in my circle
I'm aiming on raining on the bitch ass chumps
Cuz their rhymes don't flow and their beats don't pump
And niggaz better know i paid my dues and shit
I'm bout to blow the fuck up because i refuse to quit
I'm out to get the props that are rightfullly mine
Yeah me and the crew think its about that time
But on the dl you know that gangstarr will conquer
That's why you stare and point and others cling on to
My nautica, asking for a hookup
Well sorry but my schedule is all booked up
Nobody put me on i made it up the hard way
Look out for my people but the suckers should parlay
Cuz it's business kid, this ain't no free for all
You have to wait your turn, you must await your call
So now, now it is my duty to
Eliminate and subtract all of the booty crews
And suckers should vacate
Before i get irate
And i'll kick your can
From here to japan
With force you can't withstand
Cuz i'm the muthafuckin' man

Break: guru

Yo right now i got my man lil' dap from the group home
Yo step up to the mic and tell them why you're the man

Verse two: lil' dap

So much anger built inside
So don't stop to say hi, muthafucka just die
My shit holds a mouthful so i guess you know what's up
Why punks get killed at the end of the month
Styles and styles i flip
Lil' dap remains sick
Yes the group home is thick
So all you punks hear this
Everytime you riff
The more fame that we get
Muthafuckas act hard
Thinking that they are god
Niggaz just don't understand
Let me be my own man
Did everything on my own
And everyplace wasn't home
Everywhere that i'd rest
I had to dress with a vest
I guess you get the routine but with a lot of stress
Frustration on my mind
Brothers doin' mad time
Rhymes are organized like crime
As we're rippin' the lines
Brothers just don't know
How shit got to go
Cuz i was told
To never give my back to the street
As i walk through the ghetto
Dead souls i greet
See my man give him pound
Then i walk with a frown
Another minute
Another brother's gunned down
Shit is getting too close that's why the group home is thick
So everytime you riff the more fame that we get
My father always said don't watch the one across the street
Watch the one right next
B'cuz he's easy to flex
Took heed to what he said
Yeah that deep ass nigga
While brothers hang around
Tryin' to get down
Niggaz just don't understand
I'm the mutha fuckin' man

Break: guru

And also on the set from dirty rotten scoundrels
We got my man jeru the damaja
Yo tell them why you're the man

Verse three: jeru the damaja

I'll tap your jaw
You probably heard it before
Step to the bedlamite i'll prove my word is law
Drugstore with more
Dope rhyme vendor
Not partial to beef
The chief ambassador
Niggaz get mad cuz they can't score
Like a wild west flick they wish to shoot up my door
But i incite a riot
Don't even try it
Bust up chumps so crab kids keep quiet
Like i said before
I tap jaws
Snatch whores
Kill suckers in wars
Vic a style you said was yours
Money grip wanna flip but you're fish
House the mic like your hooker and did tricks on the bitch
Dirty rotten scoundrel and my name is jeru
Utilizing my tools in '92
Mc's step up in mobs to defeat us
When we rock knots and got props like norm peterson
Lot's of friends, lot's of fun, lots of beers
Got the skills, kreeno so i always get cheers
Troop on like a trooper no tears for fears
I'm a get mines cuz the crew'll get theirs
Cut you up like edward scissorhands
You know the program i'm the mutha fuckin' man...

As i deliver rhymes with ease and walk around with my head up
I'm dead up serious so don't be getting too curious
Motherfuckers always wanna know what makes me tick
I'll pull a phrase out quick cuz i'm dipped and i'm slick
You thought that i would slip cuz you seen me drinking forty's
It shocked you then you told your friends you saw me
Well say what you want cuz all of mine is in tact
In fact i'll have you open like a hookers gap
I like to catch a buzz cuz i get into the beats more
Mc's are washed up like dead fish on the seashore
Save the talk cuz you know i walk that walk
Hitting city to city but i make my home in new york
I know the time with this rap shit cuz they got it all backwards
They need to take a hint or catch my microphone imprint
Straight to the dome through the skull to the tissue
Call me guru i'll diss you if you're pressing the issue
Not my style to be sweatin' all the stupid ass rumors
I take it as a compliment and fuck you too
If you're scheming on the chance to put a stain on my name
Don't even think about it cuz ain't no shame in my game

No shame in my game

Stick to the subject i ain't afraid to be real
A lot of mc's fake hard just to gain appeal
I like some gangster rap, don't like the prankster crap
So i get passed all that by kicking straight up facts
There ain't no reason to shoot unless you got beef
If you pull out and you don't use it than you may catch grief
Toolies and techs ain't toys but kids got 'em today
And if they're ready to spray best get the fuck out the way
I try keeping my sanity by thinking of better times
If i write clever rhymes then maybe i'll climb
But what the hell's success if the mess ain't changing
50's still corrupt stupid gangs still bangin'
Stick up kids still stickin' nasty hookers still trickin'
All the pimps still pimpin' and all the crackheads trippin'
While the dealers still sellin' so i'll refrain from the yellin'
And the preachin' cuz who the fuck would i reach man
Niggaz don't wanna stop that, they wanna live fat
Who'd wanna clean up their act when the papes come in stacks
They live for the minute and they're all wrapped up in it
It's an unfortunate state for many it's too late
Now death stalks the streets and it's right at your gate
So bug, lose your mind but i ain't goin' insane
I'll kick the fly lyrics cuz ain't no shame in my game

No shame in my game

Life's a bitch so who are we to judge each other
I know i got faults i ain't the only motherfucker
Stuff i heard about you wasn't too cool you know
Like how you smoke wools and that your girl's a ho
But i don't listen to shit unless the story's legit
Knuckleheads need to quit cuz they be riding the dilsnick
But i'll be taking care of business regardless
And when it comes to rhyming you know i'm hitting hardest
So you can kick dirt but in the end you'll feel pain
You little sucker, there ain't no shame in my game

You can't tell me life was meant to be like this
A black man in a world dominated by whiteness
Ever since the declaration of independence
We've been easily brainwashed by just one sentence
It goes: all men are created equal
That's why corrupt governments kill innocent people
With chemical warfare they created crack and aids
Got the public thinking these were things that black folks made
And every time there's violence shown in the media
Usually it's a black thing so where are they leading ya
To a world full of ignorance, hatred, and prejudice
Tv and the news for years they have fed you this
Foolish notion that blacks are all criminals
Violent, low lifes, and then even animals
I'm telling the truth so some suckers are fearing me
But i must do my part to combat the conspiracy

The s.a.t. is not geared for the lower class
So why waste time even trying to pass
The educational system presumes you to fail
The next place is the corner then after that jail
You've got to understand that this has all been conspired
To put a strain on our brains so that the strong grow tired
It even exists when you go to your church
Cuz up on the wall a white jesus lurks
They use your subconscious to control your will
They've done it for a while and developed the skill
To make you want to kill your own brother man
Black against black you see it's part of their plan
They want to send us to war and they want to ban rap
What they really want to do is get rid of us blacks
Genocide is for real and i hope that you're hearing me
You must be aware to combat the conspiracy

Even in this rap game all that glitters ain't gold
Now that rap is big business the snakes got bold
They give you wack contracts and try to make you go pop
Cuz they have no regard for real hip-hop
They'll compare you to others and say: "but yo, he sells"
And you know in your heart that he's weak as hell
So you say: "i ain't doing that corny stuff"
But they tell ya that your chart positions will go up
Sometimes they front big time and make you many promises
And when they break 'em then your mama says
"son you're making records but that guy seems shady"
It could be too late and your career could be played gee
I hope you listen to the things that i'm sharing see
We all have a job to combat the conspiracy

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 about
He's kickin a bunch of crap so i'll be the judge of that
The boy lacks artistry but still he tries hard to be
An entertainer, but 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 gangstarr's known to be prone to be
Masters of streetwise poetry and turntable wizardry
But still be a cold day in hell when you hear that
Guru or premier ever tell suckers get sales
But they fail in the long run that kid who went gold yo
That was the wrong one but tonight the spotlight is all on me
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 catch the boot from my steel toe
I'm changing the scenery as i make em uncomfortable
Cause 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

Chorus

Fool listen, i know that you've been missing
All this and so my rhymes are gonna gleem and glisten
Like a gem, and if you are the fake mc type
I'll shine so bright 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 playe dout for a while
And you don't sound fly so why are you doing that?
You had a dope track but you're wack so you ruined that
I couldn't make out what you were saying your diction
Is jumbled where as 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 on outta nowhere
But that's ok cause i'm peeping your card
If rap was my house you'd be sweeping 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

Chorus

So as i kick a bit flip with script without a skip
Butter roll mc's get dissed like this
You'll never got none son because i'll become troublesome
You rap like a simpleton
And i hate scum yo i can easily deflect your threats
Cause they're idle my recital will break you down
Just 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
And even if one is decent, i'll still get props
I'll kick the slick lines til 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 simple notation
Nobody no where no way no how
Is taking me out cause i can throw so you know now
Can you feel it, i bust raps so lay off
Before 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

Verse one

You know i used to be a player, fly girl layer and a heartbreaker,
Lovemaker, backbreaker but then i made a
Mistake yes i fell in love with this ill chick
Sweatin' me for money, my name and the dilsnick
My homeboys told me to drop her for it would be to my benefit
She used to say i'd better quit hanging with those derelects
Romancing is my thing but i can't swing with no scheming hoes
Wherever my beema goes you know that i'm driving
Surviving in the 90's is a must so i trust
That everyone listen up as my vocals give thrust
I bust my rhymes first never chasing a skirt
Do much work while other suckas need more time to rehearse
Now back to the ex-girls, ex-lovers, ex-friends
It made me mad to find that she was only after my ends
She phones me and goes on about her new life now
I wish she knew right now
I think she's busted let's discuss it
When i was with her no trust, just fights
Just the he-say-she-say and the neighborhood highlights
Bow i got my new girl or as i say my baby doll
But i'm still gettin' crazy calls, my ex-girl's got balls
Don't wanna play the field cuz i get lovin' at home base
Don't gimme no long face just exit with a grace
You and i are the past, c'est la vie, much respect girl
But now you're my ex-girl cuz i'm on with the next girl

Chorus

Next
<cuz girls look so good>

Verse two

She had much loot liked to buy me fresh-dipped gear
Liked to have me near cuz of my svoir faire
The time we shared was brief cuz i needed relief
From her high-classed antics and all her conceit
Now she's crying wolf and i like don't wanna hear that
I told her the bear facts when things started out
She wines and she pouts about how i did her bad
Yo but she'd tried to buy me
Even tempt me with the hiney
I fell for a sec cuz the clothes were real fly
I could almost feel i
Would give into her whims
Her thoughts were erratic, sporadic, crazy in nature
I told her hey look i can no longer date ya
Tried to pimp with bank and fell short, your ship sank
Many thanks for the time and the watch and the link
You and i are the past, c'est la vie, nuff respect girl
But now you're my ex-girl cuz i'm straight with the next girl

Chorus

Verse three

You saw my mom in the supermarket and gave her your number
You asked how's my sister then asked how's my brother
Didn't ask about my father cuz you know he ain't like ya
Every time i left for your crib yo he'd really get hyper
The advice he used to give me makes much sense now
I can't believe i used to let you break my confidence down
You used to ask me why the hell did i wanna live in brooklyn?
You messed up my flow although you were good-lookin'
Yes darlin' was fly and this was the problem
Cuz back in the day she had me scheming and robbin'
To get her things to wear so when she went to the club
All eyes were on her and me i just bugged
Caught in between felling proud and feeling more like a sucker
Had to go undercover, get away, find another
Been in brooklyn 9 years and been around the world too
I've seen so many fly girls and i knew just what to do
I went from ex-girl to next took my time with each one
And you know they still love me so stop jellin' me hon
Went home to see mom and i saw you at the bus stop
Must i stop? nah i think not
You and i are the past c'est la vie, much respect girl
But now you're my ex-girl & i'm out with the next girl
Out...

Chorus

Verse one:

Other mcs in the place know i'm much too much
And i'll bust 'em all up without even cussing
All wannabe's are never ever gonna be nothin'
Gang starr's in the house and we're crushing
So suckers better be up on their p's and q's and
Competition come against me and you're losing
I'll use a simple style just to catch you snoozing
Wake up wake up kid read the news and
Take heed cuz you need to see how battles are won
When a real man displays how it must be done
And i snuff bum mcs and keep the cashflow comin'
And never had no problems getting women
I'm like a catalyst causin' a chain reaction
Dopest vocalist ad now the main attractionn
Things turn gold at my slightest touch
That's why the people say that i'm much too much

Chorus:

I'm much too much
I'm much too much
I'm much too much
I'm much too much

Verse two:

Check the g-u-r-u yes the brother who's progressing
If beats are cake i'm frosting, if salad i'm dressing
Never stressing or guessing or messing around man
Just turn up the system so the beat can be pounding
Blasting out your radio my vocals surrounding
Take a trip uptown and come back down and
And kick it with the fellas i call my crew so
I'm gettin' kinda fat like a big huge sumo
I figure that i'm due and it's true cuz you know
A rapper this nice oughtta clock mad dough
Not the stuff from the baker but the loot yo the paper
I set up shop and drop gems and catch 'em later
Cuz i'm like keeping it moving, improving steadily
Pumping kinda loud in your blazer or cherokee
Doesn't matter what you drive, automatic or clutch
Just pop in my tape cuz i'm much too much

Chorus

Verse three:

I walk in the room unload a boom that's like sonic
My slick voice to the beat is symphonic
To a biting mc my lines are toxic and chronic
My mystical style is like harmonic
I've rarely had a difficulty slaying mcs
Cuz the ones who were toughest still begged on their knees
And i wreck the set with the greatest of ease
And you know i'm swift like the breeze
I'll never understand why a wack rapper tries and
Convinces himself that his image is so fly and
That's the type of crap you know i'm not buying
Chumps lack the beats and their rhymes don't apply and
That's why i've come into your life today
Just to make you sweat in my unique way
I'm controlling all action dissing mc ducks
That's why everybody knows that i'm much too much

Chorus

Outro:

(mack a mil)(mack a mil)(mack a mil)
(mack a mil)(mack a mil)(mack a mil)
(mack a mil)(mack a mil)(mack a mil)