Make 'em Pay - GangStarr

featuring Krumb Snatcha 

[Guru] 
First and foremost  some rappers are sweet like fructose 
When I cock back these lyrics  y'all punks best be ghost 
I be the seven twenty one  eighteen twenty one 
The illest one  I'm almost doper than anyone 
Straight out the late nights of Bed Stuy 
Steppin up  y'all put your weapons up  I make heads fly 
You're artificial like saccarhin 
You're crazy fake  it's more than skills you be lackin in 
Concepts you bite, cause your identity ain't tight 
Tryin to be somethin you're not, like pullin a knife at a gunfight 
I'm troopin on night air like flight number 106 
and gettin all up in your fuckin mix 
You get me upset, and I got you uptight 
cause my committee's in your city tonight, AIGHT? 
We got seventeen million of us plus, two million Indians 
That makes 19 mil, lightin shit up like Wild Bill 
I be the, supreme father plus the ill kid with drama 
My karma, creates the teflon to pierce your body armor 
And make sure you check the shit before you walk to me, or talk to me 
Steppin to me improperly, you just may catch the weaponry 
My specialty is tearin tracks out the frame 
You know my fuckin name, I rule all game 
I'm universal on all planes, what's your claim? 

[Guru] 
Yo, I be your highness, in slickness, you chumps bear witness 
Tremendous tropper, verbal nigga witht he fitness 
Drop you for your spot with the blazer then I blast ya 
Slice precise like ?fenny hanas? when I come to bring the dramas 
Styles so swift, that you can't peep the God 
as your lyrics get buried, six feet deep in my backyard 
I laugh hard, while your mental I run through mazes 
Dark stages of terror to shatter your dressing room mirror 
Your whole error gets crushed, your whole show gets bumrushed 
Too many dumb punks, want to enter this rap scene 
Kickin Willie Bobo, but need to be slapped clean 
into oblivion, the true champion always rises 
I bring surprises to the chief plus their advise