B.Y.S. (Mixed)

[Intro]
Ayy, Craven
If it ain't me, I hit up Craven for my beat selection
This is crazy shit, Nicholas
It's crazy shit

[Verse: Gang Starr]
I'm like a sniper, rhymes'll strike ya when I'm rockin'
Mad chicks be jockin' when the G Starr's talkin'
And that's because my word is bond
I get much fan mail and I always respond
So tell your hun to write me too
Make sure she puts "attention Mr. Guru"
Brothers know the flow is unique
I got one hundred wild styles in my black valise
MC's wanna be me so they keep askin'
For me to teach 'em methods both slow and fast
And others wanna act as if they're better
But they only got one style which ain't all that clever
I'm cooler than wind, harder than cold steel
I get the ladies with more than just sex appeal
A mystic psychic scannin' all your thoughts
I'll touch your soul and make your brain feel caught
When my rapture traps ya and makes you mine
You'll submit to the gift and to the lyrical lines
So suckers realize that the size is too large
When I come through, I'm pullin' whole crews cards
I be reppin' correct and on the Gang Star tip
MC's who front, I'm gonna bust your shit