Glowing Mics (Founders RMX) (Feat. Big Shug) (Edited Ver.)

Intro Yeah I destroy the mic for my glow You know we gotta do it again, Shug You know— You— You know— The founding fathers You know it's backwards to go against God, dawg Remix I destroy the mic for my glow Yes You— You— You know it's backwards to go against God, dawg That's right That explains how we rock Guru, talk to 'em Chorus: Guru Mister Gang Starr, I make it do what it do So true, classic like the Fu Manchu Now, you cowards see I'm holdin' the title Married to the game, son, you know that I'm vital Your shit's weak, you ain't true to this I'm the embodiment of real, I paid my dues in this Mister Gang Starr, a hip-hop phenom The bomb, these misfits just don't belong Verse 1: Guru Off-top, I go for the head pop You got your chest protected, so you still get dropped Bedrock, just like Barney and Fred Mister Gang Starr, comin' with a army of heads Your charm is now dead, they tired of you I ain't even gonna ask what you were tryna do I'm fryin' a few domes just like I do catfish Got 'em doin' backflips, this ain't gymnastics This drastic for foes, I got 'em walkin' on tippy toes Ballerina style, you don't wanna see the ninas, child Meanwhile, mister Gang Starr relates Not commercial, yet still I'm one of the greats Controversial like your favorite emcee debates I'm classic like a break comin' straight out the crate Fresh out the gate again, time to fill my plate again It's mister Gang to the Starr, I'm the latest trend Chorus: Guru Mister Gang Starr, I make it do what it do So true, classic like the Fu Manchu Now, you cowards see I'm holdin' the title Married to the game, son, you know that I'm vital Your shit's weak, you ain't true to this I'm the embodiment of real, I paid my dues in this Mister Gang Starr, a hip-hop phenom The bomb, these misfits just don't belong Let's go Verse 2: Big Shug Big Shug, the Gang of the Starr Guru shotgun, I'm the driver of the car Lame obliterator, wack rhyme terminator Gang Starr's intimidator, rough rhyme generator Always protect our street legacy Never made excuses for the gangster in me Keep 'em laughing 'til their stomach would hurt On the other hand, stomp 'em 'til they dead in the dirt Soldier, the crew know my worth If the loyalty is real then I'm givin' my shirt Living a dream from the Dot to Mattapan With stops in Brooklyn and tours to Japan Hip-hop from the boss and the beast DJ Premier hit 'em with the beat From the chain in the store to the block and the bars Once again, Mister Gang Starr Chorus: Guru Mister Gang Starr, I make it do what it do So true, classic like the Fu Manchu Now, you cowards see I'm holdin' the title Married to the game, son, you know that I'm vital Your shit's weak, you ain't true to this I'm the embodiment of real, I paid my dues in this Mister Gang Starr, a hip-hop phenom The bomb, these misfits just don't belong Outro That— That— That— That— That— That— That— That explains how we rock That— That— That— That— That— That— That explains how we rock Gang Starr G-A-N-G to the Starr, son Gang Starr G-A-N-G to the Starr, son Gang Starr G-A-N-G to the Starr, son