Living Legend
Guru/David Sanborn
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My attack don't stop, now I'm back on your block
And I'ma eat your food until I'm back on top
And you ain't gonna say or do nothin' (Nothin')
Go ahead and try it (Try it)
I dare you to do somethin', I got juice now (Juice)
Just as if it was Bishop, put your mic down (Put it down)
'Cause it's a stick-up, give me all you got
From your cars to your jewels, I'm too wise (Wise)
I came too far to be fooled, I'm a fly dude (Fly)
Chicks like my strong demeanor
Rather palm that ass than have to palm this heater (Yeah)
But punks pushed me past my limit (Uh-huh)
And so I'm loaded up with ammo, 'bout to blast they gimmicks
And picture me not returnin' for more (Picture that)
That's like your favorite pro baller not returnin' the score (Uh)
See, I came to stake my claim, build my name (Guru)
Destroyin' these lames is how I kill my pain
Got a lot to handle, I'm a boss now (That's right)
Pullin' out all stops, no matter what the cost now
Who cares if I hurt your feelings, little boy?
I peeped your weak underhand dealings, little boy
I'm like Marvin Hagler, you're like Tommy Hearns (Uh-huh)
You thought you was the hitman, but quickly you learned (Quickly)
What's it like to hit the canvas hard? (What's it like?)
I hold the title, boy (Uh), you can't damage the God (Never that)
Still you insist to go against the grain (Uh-huh)
So I'ma have to send you back from whence you came
It's a shame the way you cowards behave (It's a shame)
And the end of your reign is only hours away
Find a hole to crawl into, run and cry to your peeps, son
You're dreamin', I guess you have to die in your sleep
'Cause you'll never get the best of me (Never)
Of course you're not a threat to me
It's Mr. Guru to you, son, check the pedigree