Released: March 8, 1994
Songwriter: DJ Premier Guru
Producer: Guru DJ Premier
[Verse 1: Guru]
Yo Duke, you're dead wrong you'll never have the skills like mine
I write the ill type rhymes, now I'm reaching my prime
360 dunk in your face
You can't compete, you're just a basket case
Let's separate the men from the boys
And put your money where your mouth is, no time for toys
Your game is weak you geek so don't sleep
'Cause I'll be checking ya, wrecking ya
When I start to creep through the backdoor
I know I caught you out here
You got no clout here, and I doubt there
Is any way that you can stop the beat down
You ought to play the background, and sit back down
Chumps like you, I gotta keep 'em in line
So prepare to suffer boy, 'cause now you're mine
*DJ Premier scratching*
[Verse 2: Guru]
I'll fake you left and go right, straight down the lane
Here's one in your eye; you'll feel pain
You strain to put together some strategy
But you're raggedy
And I'll be glad to see the frown on your grill when I drill and thrill
Set up my offense, commence to kill
I'll be leading from beginning to end
And after I pound ya, you're gonna wanna make friends
And make amends for the silly trash you were talking
Take a walk and your shots I'm swatting with ease
And the ladies are swooning
Clocking my swiftness while you're drooling
You ought to practice up and get your game refined
I've been waiting to dog you, and now you're mine
*DJ Premier scratching*
[Verse 3: Guru]
Hurry up sucker, go ahead and pick your squad
Try to play hard, but I'ma rob
You of your crazy notions to defeat me
You're weak, see, I'll rough all comp
And even be down to give you a rematch
After I wax and tax that butt
When I slam the alley-oop, you can rally troops
But I'll play the awesome defense
I'll pick your pocket, and send you to the bench
With tears in your eyes as you realize the prize is for me
Yes, all the money
Son, my form is too nice, my handle's precise
Take you right or go left
'Cause my game's so def, and now you're mine
*DJ Premier scratching*
Yo Duke, you're dead wrong you'll never have the skills like mine
I write the ill type rhymes, now I'm reaching my prime
360 dunk in your face
You can't compete, you're just a basket case
Let's separate the men from the boys
And put your money where your mouth is, no time for toys
Your game is weak you geek so don't sleep
'Cause I'll be checking ya, wrecking ya
When I start to creep through the backdoor
I know I caught you out here
You got no clout here, and I doubt there
Is any way that you can stop the beat down
You ought to play the background, and sit back down
Chumps like you, I gotta keep 'em in line
So prepare to suffer boy, 'cause now you're mine
*DJ Premier scratching*
[Verse 2: Guru]
I'll fake you left and go right, straight down the lane
Here's one in your eye; you'll feel pain
You strain to put together some strategy
But you're raggedy
And I'll be glad to see the frown on your grill when I drill and thrill
Set up my offense, commence to kill
I'll be leading from beginning to end
And after I pound ya, you're gonna wanna make friends
And make amends for the silly trash you were talking
Take a walk and your shots I'm swatting with ease
And the ladies are swooning
Clocking my swiftness while you're drooling
You ought to practice up and get your game refined
I've been waiting to dog you, and now you're mine
*DJ Premier scratching*
[Verse 3: Guru]
Hurry up sucker, go ahead and pick your squad
Try to play hard, but I'ma rob
You of your crazy notions to defeat me
You're weak, see, I'll rough all comp
And even be down to give you a rematch
After I wax and tax that butt
When I slam the alley-oop, you can rally troops
But I'll play the awesome defense
I'll pick your pocket, and send you to the bench
With tears in your eyes as you realize the prize is for me
Yes, all the money
Son, my form is too nice, my handle's precise
Take you right or go left
'Cause my game's so def, and now you're mine
*DJ Premier scratching*
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