Glowing Mic - Gang Starr

Just trade the mic' for my glow

You know, you-you know

You know it’s backwards to go against God, dawg

Just trade the mic' for my glow

You-you-you know it’s backwards to go against God, dawg

That explains how we rock

Mister Gang Starr, I make it do what it do

So true, classic like the fu man chu

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

Off-top, I go for the head pop

You got your chest protector so you still get dropped

Bedrock, just like Bonnie and Fred

Mister Gang Starr, comin' with a arm at your heads

The charm is now dad, they tired of you

Not evn 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 Nina’s 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 brick 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

Mister Gang Starr, I make it do what it do

So true, classic like the fu man chu

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

Who’s a legendary character?

Harder than the floor

Similar to nothin' you ever saw

Historically consistent, methodically persistent

Categorically gifted for sure

Never down for the count, might fool you with the Ruger, though

Work by combinations, crackin' shells, splittin' yo

Witness my third evolution

Close your eyes if you’re afraid to see these herds' execution

One of these, I annihilate, obliterate, terminate

Treat 'em like that, I watch them short cakes bake

Mister Gang Starr, the one and only, only one

Niggas are gassed, soon, they’ll be the lonely ones

You know me son, I bring the fire like a blowtorch

So don’t step too close or you’ll end up gettin' most scorched

Just like a charcoal briquet

So if it ain’t homage we ain’t even make it hard for you yet

Mister Gang Starr, I make it do what it do

So true, classic like the fu man chu

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 explains how we rock