Power Cypha

* this was rhymed in 96, before You Know My Steez and So Wassup<br> from which several rhymes of this freestyle were taken<br><br>[Guru]<br>Yeah, Gurizzi up in the house, Gang Starr forever<br>(Gang Starr) New York City. Mm-hmm<br>Fuck the fame and the bright lights and all that<br>(Yeah them fuckin chicken-head bitches) I`ma do this here<br><br>I come off, like my sweatshirt when I`m workin out<br>MC`s be workin out, no doubt<br>You shouldn`t come around cause I`ll beat you down<br>To the ground with this lyrical four-pound<br>Yo, I`m right in your streets, like Urban Outreach<br>Rhyme perfection, injectin like the doctor<br>Rocked ya, and then shot ya, blao-blao!<br>Whatever you`ve got, I got more<br>You`re insecure, motherfucker!<br>And now your facin, yes, your ultimate challenger<br>The Avenger, your fate is on my calendar<br>Notice this spirit I posess is more than holy<br>I`m Gifted Unlimited... fuck the rest you niggaz know me<br>My mic illuminates your whole spectrum<br>Crush your dome section, punks I wreck em, mics I bless em<br>I don`t why, MC`s would come and test the INI<br>Master of self, my wealth, is just my state of mind<br>I stack my loot, just for the rainy day<br>And you can pull out your forty, for rappers I slay<br>I bring the BOUNTY BACK!<br>And then I give my thanks, for just being black<br>I got the knack, the rap format, to bust your corpuscles<br>Piecin through your fuckin snorkel<br>Even if its goosed-down, you get run out of town<br>The apparatus gets blessed, suckers get put to rest<br>No more of the impure I got the cure for this mess<br>The wackness is spreadin like the plague<br>MC`s they wanna get paid, but they can`t make the fuckin grade<br>How many times are wanna be`s gonna try?<br>Yo, they must wanna die cause they can`t touch the knowledge I personify<br>I travel through the darkness, carrying my torch<br>The illest soldier, when I`m holdin down the fort<br>For some time now, I held the scrolls and manuscripts<br>When I start to go all out, you be like, "damn, he flipped"<br>Now I`m sick, and fed up with bullshit<br>I got that lyrical Full Clip, givin the verbal ass-whip<br>so don`t trip, Its the Gifted one, spliff-ted one<br>Alias Bald Head Slick, why is niggaz on my di-dick?<br>Cause I be iller than a komakazie pilot, don`t try it<br>I`m about to start more than a fuckin riot<br>Styles unsurpassable, and knuckers thats suckers<br>Yo, the motherfuckers is harassable<br>For I be speakin from my parables and carry you beyond<br>The mic`s either a magic wand<br>or it gets tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb<br>And I read your palm, no pulse your dead