Gang Starr - Premier & The Guru [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Premier scratches "The Guru")

It's '89, mine, I'm Keithy E. the Guru
Premier is here with the flair, we're running to you
Bust your grill with skill, as we build and fulfil
I drop the wisdom to quiz them, with precision we drill
We're not the wannabe downs cause we're born to be down
We're moving on with the sound, see we're gonna be around
For a long time, I kick the strong rhymes
You're empty-handed and stranded cause you were standing in the wrong line
This is not the fake it's for sure pure authentic
The gift is hitting home on your dome because we meant it
You'll need a graffiti, don't heed and you'll be bleeding
We'll rip you, and ship you back cause you're impeding
The progress, and I guess that you should be told now
Lo and behold how the scroll I unfold now
Knowledge, wisdom, peace are what I'm true to
In the rear is Premier, and I'm the Guru

(Premier scratches)

I sound greater because I'm head of the committee
I chill in New York City, I'm witty, so get me
To Brooklyn, so I can ill and peace no joke
You slow poke, you'll go broke, you're rhymes ain't all that dope
So take a backseat, with all your wack beats
This is the one phase of my rage and onstage I slap eats
For you to try to steal this, I will reveal this
Like a prophet, I'll drop it, Premier will start to seal
This coffin to be chewing, you soft and you'll be doing
A dance with some ants in the ground, you clowns be chewing
But you could never get this, the talents we've been blessed with
So many different ways to phrase, you shouldn't mess with the Guru

(Premier scratches)

So here's the verdict, cause all you suckers know you're booty
You're played out, you'll fade out, I doubt that you can do me
We ain't having no gabbing, when I be grabbing and jabbing
In your ear like a spear prepare your body for bagging
Cause you've been preparing to move, you'll be certain to lose
Open your eyes up, wise up while I work with the groove
To teach your next school, who'll be the next fool?
That I can stomp down with compound nouns but like a pest, you'll
Come back with dumb raps, then like a tech inside
I'll take you out your misery you ought to step aside
Your weak rap, you speak that yang so I'mma clue you
The DJ's name is Premier, and I'm the Guru

I'm telling you, '89 is mine. Peace!