Glowing Mics - Founders RMX

Yeah
I destroy the mic for my glow
(You know we gotta do it again Shug)
You know, you, you know You know it's
(The founding fathers) backwards to go against God, dawg
(Remix)
I destroy the mic for my glow
You know, you- (Yes)
You know it's backwards to go against God, dawg (That's right)
That explains how we rock
(Guru talk to 'em)

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 (Yeah)
Married to the game, son, you know that I'm vital
(Uh huh)
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, (Word) a hip-hop phenom
The bomb, these misfits just don't belong

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
(Come on)

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 (Yup)
Married to the game, son, you know that I'm vital (Yeah)
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)

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 gangsta in me
Keep 'em laughin' 'till they stomach would hurt
On the other hand, stomp 'em 'till they dead in the dirt
Solider, the crew know my worth
If the loyalty is real then I'm givin' my shirt
Livin' the dream from the dock to Mattapan
With stops in Brooklyn and tours to Japan
Hip Hip, from the boss and the beast
DJ Premier, hit 'em with the beat
From the chain in the store, to the block and the boys
Once again, Mister Gang Starr

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

That, that, that, that
That, that, that, that explains how we rock
That, 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