Glowing Mics (Founders RMX|Explicit)
Gang Starr"Glowing Mics (Founders RMX|Explicit)" is a song by Gang Starr, released in 2021 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:14 long and contains 74 lines and 572 words.
0:03Yeah
0:03I destroy the mic for my glow
0:05You know we gotta do it again, Shug
0:07You know— You— You know— (The founding fathers)
0:09You know it's backwards to go against God, dawg (Remix)
0:14I destroy the mic for my glow (Yes)
0:15You— You— You know it's backwards to go against God, dawg (That's right)
0:18That explains how we rock (Guru, talk to 'em)
0:21Mister Gang Starr, I make it do what it do
0:23So true, classic like the Fu Manchu
0:26Now, you cowards see I'm holdin' the title
0:29Married to the game, son, you know that I'm vital
0:32Your shit's weak, you ain't true to this
0:35I'm the embodiment of real, I paid my dues in this
0:37Mister Gang Starr, a hip-hop phenom
0:40The bomb, these misfits just don't belong
0:43Off-top, I go for the head pop
0:45You got your chest protected, so you still get dropped
0:47Bedrock, just like Barney and Fred
0:51Mister Gang Starr, comin' with a army of heads
0:53Your charm is now dead, they tired of you
0:55I ain't even gonna ask what you were tryna do
0:58I'm fryin' a few domes just like I do catfish
1:01Got 'em doin' backflips, this ain't gymnastics
1:03This drastic for foes, I got 'em walkin' on tippy toes
1:06Ballerina style, you don't wanna see the ninas, child
1:09Meanwhile, mister Gang Starr relates
1:11Not commercial, yet still I'm one of the greats
1:14Controversial like your favorite emcee debates
1:17I'm classic like a break comin' straight out the crate
1:19Fresh out the gate again, time to fill my plate again
1:22It's mister Gang to the Starr, I'm the latest trend
1:25Mister Gang Starr, I make it do what it do
1:27So true, classic like the Fu Manchu
1:30Now, you cowards see I'm holdin' the title
1:33Married to the game, son, you know that I'm vital
1:35Your shit's weak, you ain't true to this
1:38I'm the embodiment of real, I paid my dues in this
1:41Mister Gang Starr, a hip-hop phenom
1:43The bomb, these misfits just don't belong (Let's go)
1:46Big Shug, the Gang of the Starr
1:49Guru shotgun, I'm the driver of the car
1:52Lame obliterator, wack rhyme terminator
1:54Gang Starr's intimidator, rough rhyme generator
1:57Always protect our street legacy
2:00Never made excuses for the gangster in me
2:03Keep 'em laughing 'til their stomach would hurt
2:05On the other hand, stomp 'em 'til they dead in the dirt
2:08Soldier, the crew know my worth
2:10If the loyalty is real then I'm givin' my shirt
2:13Living a dream from the Dot to Mattapan
2:15With stops in Brooklyn and tours to Japan
2:19Hip-hop from the boss and the beast
2:21DJ Premier hit 'em with the beat
2:24From the chain in the store to the block and the bars
2:27Once again, Mister Gang Starr
2:29Mister Gang Starr, I make it do what it do
2:31So true, classic like the Fu Manchu
2:34Now, you cowards see I'm holdin' the title
2:37Married to the game, son, you know that I'm vital
2:39Your shit's weak, you ain't true to this
2:42I'm the embodiment of real, I paid my dues in this
2:45Mister Gang Starr, a hip-hop phenom
2:47The bomb, these misfits just don't belong
2:50That— That— That— That—
2:53That— That— That— That explains how we rock
2:56That— That— That— That—
2:58That— That— That explains how we rock
3:01Gang Starr
3:02G-A-N-G to the Starr, son
3:07Gang Starr
3:09G-A-N-G to the Starr, son
3:13Gang Starr
3:14G-A-N-G to the Starr, son
Yeah I destroy the mic for my glow You know we gotta do it again, Shug You know— You— You know— (The founding fathers) You know it's backwards to go against God, dawg (Remix) I destroy the mic for my glow (Yes) You— You— 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 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 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 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 (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 gangster in me Keep 'em laughing 'til their stomach would hurt On the other hand, stomp 'em 'til they dead in the dirt Soldier, the crew know my worth If the loyalty is real then I'm givin' my shirt Living a dream from the Dot to Mattapan With stops in Brooklyn and tours to Japan Hip-hop from the boss and the beast DJ Premier hit 'em with the beat From the chain in the store to the block and the bars 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 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
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