Bless The Mic

Everything changing nowadays, man
 Kids got technology and the rap music
 I mean, I like rap music, I ain't gon' lie
 I like rap music, man, I like some of it, man
 But I don't think you gon' see, like, rap reunions 20 years from now
 I don't think you're gonna see a 50-year-old rapper
 "How ya like me now?"
 ("Bless the mic for the gods")
 When it's concerning these bars, I'm leaving permanent scars
 On you half-ass rappers, you ain't earnin' it, pa
 So come to my class, then I can son you real fast
 Just 'cause you comin' with cash, you still a wannabe ass
 I get chicks state to state, offer me face from the gate
 'Cause the sound of my voice makes their juices marinate
 As opposed to those with mediocre prose
 Wet you from head to toe, and watch you soak in your clothes
 It's the lessons in the song that makes you rock on
 Some people go to places where they don't belong
 Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight
 But I'm here to bless this mic ("Bless the mic for the gods")
 It's the lessons in the song that makes you rock on
 Some people go to places where they don't belong
 Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight
 But I'm here to bless this mic ("Bless the mic...")
 Now, why'd they try to pull a plug on a brother?
 Pull the rug from a brother?
 Catch a slug from the toolie of a gun-lovin' brother
 Violence, wylin', whatever, they know
 The more rappers come, the quicker they go
 This underground is mine, might even see me in a hoop'
 Switch to a droptop coupe—why you cock blockin', dukes?
 Baldhead Slick, I represent my clique
 I got my little man loadin' the ammo, this shit is sick
 It's the lessons in the song that makes you rock on
 Some people go to places where they don't belong
 Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight
 But I'm here to bless this mic ("Bless the mic for the gods")
 It's the lessons in the song that makes you rock on
 Some people go to places where they don't belong
 Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight
 But I'm here to bless this mic ("Bless the mic for the gods")
 ("Bless the mic for the gods")
 ("Gang Starr has got to be the sure shot")