🎵 Glowing Mic // by Gang Starr

12 ContributorsGlowing Mic Lyrics “Glowing Mic” is the crescendo at the end of Gang Starr’s One Of The Best Yet (Instrumental) album, the only track with lyrics. The track features Guru and his witty monotone flow, letting everyone know that… Read More  [Intro] I destroy the mic for my glow You know— You— You know— You know it's backwards to go against God, dawg I destroy the mic for my glow You— You— You know it's backwards to go against God, dawg That explains how we rock [Chorus] 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 [Verse 1] 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 dеad, they tired of you Not any of 'em gonna ask what you wеre 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] Who's the legendary character? Harder than before Similar to nothin' you ever saw Historically consistent, methodically persistent Categorically gifted for sure Never down for the count, might fool you with the rope-a-dope Work by combinations, crack your shell, spill your yolk Witness my third evolution Close your eyes if you're afraid to see these herbs execution Wanna-bes, I annihilate, obliterate, terminate Treat 'em like batter, watch these 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 briquette So pay homage, we ain't even make it hard for you yet [Chorus] 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 [Outro] That— That— That— That— That— That— That— That explains how we rock That— That— That— That— That— That— That explains how we rock